<?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-2414831910881099975</id><updated>2012-02-15T12:16:53.453-06:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category term='raising boys'/><category term='living with less'/><category term='we encourage'/><category term='sam'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='beach'/><category term='christmas and advent season'/><category term='in the kitchen'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='single-parent sundays'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='twins'/><category term='family pictures'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='embrace the camera'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='mama kat&apos;s'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='favorite things'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='gabe'/><category term='family time'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='house'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='30 days of thanks'/><category term='preachin it'/><category term='goals for the new year'/><category term='ben'/><category term='what i&apos;m listening to'/><category term='life tips'/><category term='matty'/><category term='flashback'/><category term='scary moments'/><category term='makin&apos; it work'/><category term='park'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='mommyhood'/><category term='birth story'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>adventures with 4 under 4</title><subtitle type='html'>"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing." ~Helen Keller</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4489717768686196850</id><published>2012-02-13T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T09:30:05.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>twins naptime adventures</title><content type='html'>and in case you didn't get the drift of what it means to be &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/02/current-adventures-twinnie-tag-teamin.html"&gt;tag-teamed by the twins&lt;/a&gt;...well, here's is a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="324" style="clear: right; float: center;" width="500"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/648854334342" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/648854334342" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="324"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this video was shot we had already been into the room to resettle &amp;amp; put them back to bed. then we set {matt}s iphone up in their room to see exactly what was happening during nap time. this is a little snippet of it...what you didn't see is the 3 other times that {matt} or i came in to put someone back into their crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we totally were laughing. {matty} is so strong! my favorite part is {sam} putting his arm around {matty} as he climbs out, as if he were saying "stay &amp;amp; snuggle some more." but don't let his sweetness fool you...he climbs out in the middle of the night. he's been known to sneak into our bed &amp;amp; kiss his dad in hopes of convincing {matt} it's ok to let him stay. and it usually works. {sam}s also been known to just sit &amp;amp; play toys if he can't get the door open...yes, in the dark of the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than ready for these canine teeth to finish cutting. that's what seems to be keeping them up. *fingers crossed* they'll stop after all their teeth are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4489717768686196850?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4489717768686196850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=4489717768686196850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4489717768686196850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4489717768686196850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/02/twins-naptime-adventures.html' title='twins naptime adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1357239767690701862</id><published>2012-02-10T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:19:28.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Current adventures:: twinnie tag teamin'</title><content type='html'>things have just been crazy lately. And trying to keep up with these twins may be the death of me. &lt;br /&gt;There's been some during-nap-closet climbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5707195054248186642'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cTX9bao2Pmw/TzQHqfBUUxI/AAAAAAAADuE/N39qDbk6hqU/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='333' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little hair-pulling-while-trying-to-take-a-picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5707195105661636002'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qf-nom18Lac/TzQHtejPTaI/AAAAAAAADuM/EFSuyPJrPyo/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='333' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this...twinnie tag team at its finest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5707195156216017410'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q8ehopnWQE8/TzQHwa4V8gI/AAAAAAAADuU/NxzL8G7DP_g/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='333' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more closet climbing. this time wallowing in the extra blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5707195207820922162'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RCNpZLehyjQ/TzQHzbH6TTI/AAAAAAAADuc/dTasCUQEjUI/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me...you can find me hiding in the kitchen sneaking some chocolate cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5707197457437182530'&gt;&lt;img src='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ozc-jLbp9N8/TzQJ2XmOSkI/AAAAAAAADus/KPD1gSErkc0/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1357239767690701862?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1357239767690701862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1357239767690701862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1357239767690701862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1357239767690701862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/02/current-adventures-twinnie-tag-teamin.html' title='Current adventures:: twinnie tag teamin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cTX9bao2Pmw/TzQHqfBUUxI/AAAAAAAADuE/N39qDbk6hqU/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3375943648807082435</id><published>2012-02-08T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:08:11.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preachin it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><title type='text'>i choose an adventurous life of living with urgency</title><content type='html'>i've been reminded lots this week of a message we heard in church last week. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sidenote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small;"&gt;we are definitely still in the process of finding a home church, but thankfully it's taken the step from casual sunday visits to seeing if there is a place for us to connect. &lt;/i&gt;it was about living life with urgency.and not the flustered kind that we conjure up when we are&amp;nbsp;unprepared, but the life-giving kind that guides, directs &amp;amp; often times changes our steps.&amp;nbsp;it spoke to the deep places of my heart.&amp;nbsp;it was like the Lord was telling me that i wasn't insane after all. help me discover that our life does indeed have a calling, an urgent one to follow where &amp;amp; what the Lord is asking of us. there's a powerful peace in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pastor actually talked about noah and how he had been &lt;i&gt;divinely warned&lt;/i&gt; way ahead of time &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hebrews 11:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;noah was given a &lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;glimpse of the future&lt;/span&gt;...im sure that noah would have rather had the flood come sooner than it did, but he still trusted in the Lord's timing &amp;amp; faithfulness. i think the Lord has given most, if not all, of us a glimpse of our future at some point. but maybe we've dismissed it or have lost touch with that life. but why? we should all live our lives with an urgency to serve the Lord...even if we must be like noah &amp;amp; wait 100 years until it comes to pass. but&amp;nbsp;in order to get there you have to ask yourself some real questions...hard, eye-opening, heart-examining questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;are you becoming who you are suppose to become-so you can do what you are called to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noah decided it was more important to save his family than to listen to other's gossip and &lt;strike&gt;ignorant&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;uninformed&amp;nbsp;comments of his doings. he knew he was called to be in the world building that boat but with a heavenly mindset on glorifying the Lord. i think that lifestyle made his family respect him more and be willing to go along with him in the end. cause don't you think that during those boys younger years they too didn't have the same faith their father did. so if you want to use family as an excuse as to why you aren't becoming that person, find a new excuse people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;are you living in &amp;amp; being fueled by God's grace...or are you still relying on comparison to motivate you to get things done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if noah had looked at the others around him &amp;amp; asked the WHY ME question...well, there wouldn't have been an ark. if he had looked at enoch and realized that enoch just ascended into the heavens, yet there he was year after year&amp;nbsp;building&amp;nbsp;that ark &amp;amp; waiting, he would have grown discouraged. and while i know noah was human and i'm sure he had his times of weakness &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;discouragement, in the end, noah chose to be fueled by God's amazing grace-not the worldly equivalent of comparison. that's real folks. we have to chose every day, even multiple times a day. there are charts to compare our kids on. tests in schools. jobs. salaries. houses. cars. boats. clothes. the list can go on &amp;amp; on. but when we securely live in grace, we tend to not notice or let those things hold power over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think of it this way...comparison holds power over us &amp;amp; holds us down. grace fuels us &amp;amp; pushes us forward. i prefer to not to allow myself to be held down, how about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;comparison&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;us &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;what adjustments are you making in order to make room to live the life God has asked of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first...it's a process &amp;amp; it doesn't just happen overnight. i mean noah waited more than i lifetime, but the grace reward that he received in the end was more than worth it don't you think? having his family safe &amp;amp; sound is pretty awesome...plus he was able to actually prove all the haters wrong. ok, back to the process...check it out, jeremiah 1:10 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"uproot and tear down, destroy and overthrow, to build and plant. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yes, that's a lot of steps and only 1 of them is something that we like to do.&amp;nbsp;you can't have one &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;planting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; without the other &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;uprooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and vice versa.&amp;nbsp;pruning is a necessary evil &amp;amp; the Lord does all things with purpose. i can say after several years we are finally in a place of building again. let that be a testimony of God's faithfulness, that you can make it through all of these things and still love the Lord &amp;amp; be in a good place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;everyone around you is screaming "NO! DON'T DO IT! YOU'RE CRAZY!" ...but in your heart you can't shake it?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if noah had listened to all the nay-sayers, disbelievers &amp;amp; haters, he literally would have drowned. if he had decided that those people were certainly right, he would have missed out big time! he may even have argued that he didn't have supplies, help or knowledge to build an ark, but guess what...the Lord provided. &amp;nbsp;for most of my life, i feel like i've met some version of this-the world trying to drown me, to drown out the whispers of the Lord in my heart. i've been discouraged. i've doubted. i've even tried to abandon the call of my heart and listen to those around me. well, as i'm sure you know, God doesn't take no for an answer. so hear this, remember that time in high school or college or at a worship night at church last year when you said, "God use me...use me in whatever way you can." yeah, He's a knocking on that door. when you beg God to use you as a tool to touch people, ya don't get to ask or give preference of how he chooses to do so. God is the potter &amp;amp; you are the clay. if the potter chooses to use the clay to make a bowl, who is the clay to ask to be a bowl. yes, the Lord does know the desires of our heart &amp;amp; won't use us in ways that we won't work. but maybe if it's seeming too hard, the Lord is just wanting you to trust him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;as humans, we all want the good in life...but it's never as sweet with out the hard work &amp;amp; sometimes heart break. but choosing to live a life of urgency after God brings a much sweeter reward. so now, i ask you, are you living a life of urgency?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3375943648807082435?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3375943648807082435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3375943648807082435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3375943648807082435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3375943648807082435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-choose-adventurous-life-of-living.html' title='i choose an adventurous life of living with urgency'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-7281976021670333192</id><published>2012-01-31T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:19:19.881-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><title type='text'>trailblazing adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;after going through several personal trials during high school/ college, i realized that the way the Lord wanted to use me was as an trailblazer, an encouragement to those who followed the path behind me. and i wanted all the personal pain i suffered to not be for nothing...i wanted to help &amp;amp; share my experiences so that others didn't have to go through life alone. i asked the Lord to bring people into my life that were about to walk down the same road that i had just been down. i wanted to be able to encourage them in the Lord, be a testimony of God's faithfulness &amp;amp; promises that He never leaves us. and i have. i have always had someone to share with directly after i've walked through the dark, shadowy valley of death. and in the particular instance of my health/ cancer scare last month, i literally was walking in the valley of death. and while i do not feel like i've cleared it or escaped it, i have been on a hill basking in the life-giving sunshine. what i didn't expect was someone to have someone follow me down that path &amp;amp; into that same valley so quickly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffffbb; color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-seif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"But after I am raised up, I, your Shepherd, will go ahead of you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;matthew 26:32&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the end of 2011 was full of crazy health issues in our family. first &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventurous-journey-of-fear-to-peace.html"&gt;{matt} got crazy sick&lt;/a&gt;, the boys all got nasty sick, &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/frightening-adventurous-emotional.html"&gt;then there's me&lt;/a&gt;. and well, then came {grammie} &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she finally decided to go to the doctor to figure out why she was&amp;nbsp;experiencing&amp;nbsp;shortness of breath...while just sitting sometimes. they ran a slue of tests, including CT &amp;amp; PET scans. the tests turned up empty on answers for the shortness of breath, so they called it asthma. but they did find something on her scans...spots, masses, lisions, call em what ya want but in the end they are things that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;should not be there&lt;/span&gt;! a few spots on her lung and even one on the kidney. my entire family was caught completely off guard. for 1 thing, she never smoked regularly...or even at all. and 2, she can't drink a glass of anything sort of alcohol without getting giddy-she's a lightweight-so a closet alcoholic she is not. and 3...i was the one who had just been told &amp;amp; untold i had cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;long story short, they are indeed calling these spots cancer. mainly because non-cancerous masses would not take the dye for the PET or CT scan like these did. she underwent surgery last week to remove the spots on her lung. all went according to plan. although they did find a few smaller spots, once they got in there, that did not show up on the scans. that meant a longer incision, a longer surgery time, a longer recovery time. the doctor said it was all stage 1 cancer and they got it all....meaning no need/talk of follow-up radiation therapy. she did lose 20% of her lung&amp;nbsp;capacity. which means keeping up with my boys will be a little harder, but the snuggles from them will be even sweeter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for the kidney spots, the plan is to get those taken out in march or april. but i think that will depend on how she recovers from this surgery. so prayers &amp;amp; thoughts of a speedy recovery and fullness of health are more than appreciated...they are coveted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm never sure why i walk through trials before someone else does, i just know that is how the Lord uses me. and i don't think i'll ever figure out his schedule...especially with this scenario. but whatever buffer or encouragement i was able to serve for my mom, i'd do it again in a heart beat. but this time there's a sweetness of knowing i get to do this adventure along side my mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that being said, i'm off to visit a doctor here. turns out i didn't end up being able to get the MRI biopsy done the day we left virginia. that was a blessing in disguise! {matt}s grandmother recommended a great local breast specialist. so we'll head off to see her today. i will try to update things here on the blog when we hear anything. i know that people are checking in on me via this sweet place of mine here on the interwebs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so please, come on back for info. or comment with questions for me or about my mom. and if you're incredibly shocked at this cause i haven't told many people at all, then shoot me an email: kristiruckel [at] gmail [dot] com. so thankful for this community i've found here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-7281976021670333192?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/7281976021670333192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=7281976021670333192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7281976021670333192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7281976021670333192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/trailblazing-adventures.html' title='trailblazing adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-7633041171825957249</id><published>2012-01-26T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:31:01.551-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><title type='text'>inspired adventures</title><content type='html'>as you can probably tell from my post earlier this week, i've found some creative juices...and i'm trying to keep them flowing. it's harder to do than i'd expected. there are 4 little interruptions of life &amp;amp; normal daily tasks that break that flow regularly. and once said interruptions are down for the night...i struggle to regroup, even to just veg &amp;amp; watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, earlier this week &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;while {matt} was out of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, i rallied &amp;amp; sat down to &lt;i&gt;intentionally&lt;/i&gt; be creative. upon picking up some of the toys &amp;amp; mess of the day, i came across our copy of &lt;i&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/i&gt; by shel silverstein. this book sits on our living room shelf instead of the bookshelf in the boys room. why? because it was my wedding gift to {matt}. just before our wedding we had talked about childhood memories and what we wanted our family to look like...and this book came up. therefore, i wanted to have a tangible reminder in our house. that we are to love other &amp;amp; put them before ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5702001439518610722"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ruk_DyIsLlY/TyGUGUdF1SI/AAAAAAAADts/5vxISy3ItEE/s288/5.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reminded of one of my favorite quotes from this book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and she loved a little boy very, very much-even more than she loved herself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;but as i was trying to recall it exactly, i found it wasn't in this edition of the book...it must have just been from my childhood. so i scoured google to see if what i was recalling was correct. indeed it was...or it had been. i have yet to nail down when the wording changed in the books, but there are plenty of pictures of the page in question these older editions. even found a few&amp;nbsp;tattoos&amp;nbsp;of it, so i think it's safe to say, my memory really is serving me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;so i decided to make my own version of the quote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;because simply loving just &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; boy is outta the question!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5702001491340721378"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j8jy0HwLHYc/TyGUJVgcfOI/AAAAAAAADt0/QiPJHfkBt_w/s288/6.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the frame i already had. it was up on the wall already with a picture in it. i wasn't really lovin' how it looked on the wall, so i decided to put something new in it. low &amp;amp; behold, i was able to make this print in photoshop the exact size needed. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must say...i love the way it turned out! definitely a true portrait of what i think motherhood is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;kept the fire of creativity ignited &amp;amp; burning. still working on some rooms in the house so that is definitely needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what's got you inspired?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-7633041171825957249?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/7633041171825957249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=7633041171825957249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7633041171825957249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7633041171825957249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspired-adventures.html' title='inspired adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ruk_DyIsLlY/TyGUGUdF1SI/AAAAAAAADts/5vxISy3ItEE/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3971406342482648192</id><published>2012-01-24T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:12:58.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>livin' with less::settling into our new digs</title><content type='html'>in an attempt to add some more 'me' to our little home i asked for some scripture prints &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/NaptimeDiaries?ref=top_trail"&gt;from this fabulous etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for christmas. it is time to replace some of our wedding pics &amp;amp; stuff we used to stage the houses with some new stuff. i mean it's been 6 1/2 years of marriage, almost 5 years with kids &amp;amp; we have no pictures of our kids framed or hung. i'd like to think it's because we were de-personalizing the house getting it ready to sell, but really it's cause i'm horrible at committing to decisions &amp;amp; getting stuff printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage7.s3.amazonaws.com/6d9fd23a42ac11e19896123138142014_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage7.s3.amazonaws.com/6d9fd23a42ac11e19896123138142014_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may also be the fact that i like to just put things off. i'm used to having friends that would come over &amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; kick my butt into gear. sadly, those friends all 1000 miles away now. and as much i wish they were here...to help, to visit, to settle me into this new casa...i'm regaining my independence from the tight grasp of my babies-who are no longer teeny tiny babes. i can actually accomplish some tasks during the day. the {twins} are old enough now to be distracted by the tv or toys or brothers which means i can do some work. and while there are dishes piling up in my sink, i really need to do something fun.&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;creative. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;plus, i'm helping work on one of my goals for this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;score!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700954135907170418" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSic_FDusY0/Tx3blOeKeHI/AAAAAAAADtc/75hGmhqIN6U/s288/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't mind the scattering of toys...its totally normal.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this big, long, empty wall in the middle of our living room just begging for some attention. we had tried a couple different furniture pieces in this space, but it is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; major thoroughfare in our house so it ended up being more in the way than anything else. so stuff on the walls was the only way to go. i wanted it to be a collection of us...our &lt;strike&gt;little&lt;/strike&gt; family of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's this little...catch...there isn't a lot of money to work with. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ya know, especially with the move &amp;amp; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i took old pictures out of frames i wanted to re-use.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i grabbed a can of black spray paint&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;which we had in the garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to make sure all the frames were the same color. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it helps visually to unify the mismatched frames. see you didn't even notice they weren't all the same style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i also found a pack of photo paper and figured it was time that i committed to getting some stuff printed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the only money i spent was on a few new frames that were required in specific quantity &amp;amp; size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i dug through boxes of stuff to find the non-picture items to hang up. they all had previous lives somewhere else &amp;amp; i think they represent us pretty well. i love to use things that hold special meaning to us, gives it an even more cozy/ homey feeling i think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i present to you...my&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;finished&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;work-in-progress product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700954182425154434"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dGdjqoaZBc8/Tx3bn7w6k4I/AAAAAAAADtk/DOmkmqy8iU0/s288/4.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's what i used:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;mirror&lt;/u&gt;: came from {matt}s childhood bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;pictures&lt;/u&gt;: i chose recent shots from the past 6 months or so &amp;amp; plan to add some of our &lt;i&gt;classic&lt;/i&gt; shots later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;scripture prints&lt;/u&gt;: from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/NaptimeDiaries"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/eidolondesign"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the antlers&lt;/u&gt;: shot by {matt}s grandfather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the R&lt;/u&gt;: from my dad who works for a company that makes letters for signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ukele&lt;/u&gt;: well, my husband is a musician after all. you could say it was just &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;laying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;pewter&amp;nbsp;cross&lt;/u&gt;: we got it on a trip to mexico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;clock&lt;/u&gt;: no real story there. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;every home needs a good clock right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it feels good to decorate...get my creative juices flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it makes a house, whether you own or rent, feel more like a home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and it totally does feel so much cozier in here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'll try to get some pictures of the other finished rooms up soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and eventually a whole house tour for those of you who have asked.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; keep your pants on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3971406342482648192?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3971406342482648192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3971406342482648192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3971406342482648192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3971406342482648192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/livin-with-lesssettling-into-our-new.html' title='livin&apos; with less::settling into our new digs'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cSic_FDusY0/Tx3blOeKeHI/AAAAAAAADtc/75hGmhqIN6U/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-2349734882806892824</id><published>2012-01-23T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:52:19.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Our family fishing adventure</title><content type='html'>With Matt's new&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and consistent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;work schedule, we have truly found our weekends to be more precious...and actually available! So we are trying to do some sort of family outing, ya know explore &amp;amp; take advantage of our new town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped going to church this week. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's had it's ups &amp;amp; downs but that's a story for another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;instead we packed up the boys and ventured for a fishing trip. Yeah, we're crazy like that. 4 little boys+water+hooks can be a scary combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while there are probably a million &amp;amp; 1 fantastic fishing spots down here in the "redneck riviera" as my father inlaw calls it, we just don't know them yet. So we set out to a place that we knew would be great at our first attempt. The park that sits across from {matt}s grandparents old house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700913561772376770" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-20dL0XUf4Mk/Tx22rgCmQsI/AAAAAAAADss/yb_rO4Wbrzw/s288/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, it was really that foggy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{gran} &amp;amp; {pop} have both gone to be with Jesus and we haven't been  by the house since new owners have moved in. It was a little strange. But this trip was different. We had 4 little boys that are so full of life &amp;amp; adventure that the memories here were sweet &amp;amp; full of excitement to have our own kids there. Digging in the sand. Running down the pier. Squealing as they ran around the playground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700913618085700770"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zBbCFHJDZkI/Tx22ux0vZKI/AAAAAAAADs0/AvZENgF8LKs/s400/8.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700913674397517762"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pWsvJZEHF8/Tx22yDmhh8I/AAAAAAAADs8/FLKKHikplXM/s288/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700913731854623234"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Prxrz_iskcw/Tx221ZpXYgI/AAAAAAAADtE/RZ54QTAxuT8/s288/9.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the day was full of fog &amp;amp; no fish. We all were worn out by lunch. I've come to learn that the success of these trips isn't about whether or not any fish are caught, but that we are all enjoying our time together...even if it's spent untangling fishing lines. It's about giving my boys a chance to do little boy things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700915417562083490" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EEyF8vnnZBM/Tx24XhZV8KI/AAAAAAAADtM/Q9cnZW4Q19Q/s400/6.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ben} loved the worms. &lt;br /&gt;i definitely heard him say to a worm, 'come here, ya slimy jerk!'&lt;br /&gt;what?! haha!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give boys room to explore &amp;amp; the possibilities become endless. &lt;br /&gt;So what if their pants are soaked because they didn't wipe the slide off first...they were enjoying the moment. &lt;br /&gt;Or their clothes &amp;amp; shoes get muddy...they were running &amp;amp; playing. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're hot &amp;amp; sweaty &amp;amp; smell like outside...they're doing what boys were made to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5700915475740405314" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0BgHlq_iUPU/Tx24a6IIrkI/AAAAAAAADtU/H6TktPOwIB4/s288/7.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matt} said he used to play in this same spot for hours.&lt;br /&gt;i. love. this!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-2349734882806892824?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/2349734882806892824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=2349734882806892824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2349734882806892824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2349734882806892824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-family-fishing-adventure.html' title='Our family fishing adventure'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-20dL0XUf4Mk/Tx22rgCmQsI/AAAAAAAADss/yb_rO4Wbrzw/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8332847886401630676</id><published>2012-01-18T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:31:29.182-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>preschool adventures: back to school in florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicevilleumc.org/wesley/images/slide.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.nicevilleumc.org/wesley/images/slide.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've learned i was right in wanting to be settled for {ben} to start school. it's been quite the process of getting him enrolled in preschool here. thankfully the pre-kindergarten here is state-funded &amp;amp; free so it makes the hassle a little more worth while. but there have been lots of errands. lots! he starts next week &amp;amp; he's so excited...so am i, cause the errands &amp;amp; phone calls will be done. time for phone calls for some&amp;nbsp;play dates&amp;nbsp;now! but really, there's nothing like making you feel at home than running errands all over your new city.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's what our to-do list ended up looking like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a preschool &amp;amp; get a tour &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thankfully, we were referred &lt;a href="http://www.nicevilleumc.org/wesley/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; it was a great fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fill out school application&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get VPK (voluntary pre-kindergarten) voucher from child care services&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get shot record transferred to florida's form at the health dept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get physical transferred to florida's form...or get a new one which is what ended up happening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;find a&amp;nbsp;pediatrician &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;again, we were referred. bonus of moving close to family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turn in all paper work &amp;amp; money &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for uniform shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pick up uniform shirts &amp;amp; school bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;when i saw my list of things to get done, i thought no big deal...but it honestly has taken a solid week &amp;amp; a half of phone calls &amp;amp; running around to get it done. thankfully it was nice to have a reason to leave the house since {matt} was gone last week for work training. and all of the state facilities we had to visit were prepared for kids to be there...for a while even. that made my life so much easier, especially since i forgot the stroller that day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;alas, we all survived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/11d9ecc63cce11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/11d9ecc63cce11e1abb01231381b65e3_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be honest, this process made me not look forward to getting {ben}&amp;nbsp;registered&amp;nbsp;for kindergarten. but hopefully it won't be nearly as time consuming or confusing since i'll have been a florida resident for more than a couple of weeks. and he'll be in public school cause our sweet little town was rated &lt;a href="http://images.businessweek.com/slideshows/20111115/the-best-places-to-raise-your-kids-2012/slides/10"&gt;#1 place in florida to raise kids&lt;/a&gt;. what a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;blessing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to be in a great school system...far from where we were living in virginia. looking forward to raising my boys here...even if they will eventually go to &lt;a href="http://www.ruckelmiddleschool.com/"&gt;ruckel middle school&lt;/a&gt;. and no i'm not kidding. it's named after {matt}s grandfather...yeah, it's weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://timparsons.com/ruckel/images/rmsplate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://timparsons.com/ruckel/images/rmsplate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;so here we are going back to school again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8332847886401630676?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8332847886401630676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8332847886401630676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8332847886401630676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8332847886401630676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/preschool-adventures-back-to-school-in.html' title='preschool adventures: back to school in florida'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-7327488727736659852</id><published>2012-01-17T10:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:40:40.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals for the new year'/><title type='text'>5 steps to keeping up those adventurous resolutions</title><content type='html'>we're a few weeks into this new year...this new place...this new life of ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel like i may just be settling on a few things that i'd like to see happen this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can call them resolutions. goals for the year. life changes. a list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets face it, in general, when it comes to seeing goals through, it's a difficult task. i personally start off strong &amp;amp; then get distracted &amp;amp; fade quickly. so there's a few things i've learned about myself to help me get things not just started, but seen strongly through to until it is finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did you make a list of resolutions?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what are you doing to make goals happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let me help ya out...here's what i'm doing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. consistency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am definitely not a routine person by nature. confession: in fact, i dislike them &amp;amp; fear of becoming a slave to them. but this is one time i've learned to embrace them. if i don't have a set routine, whatever the goal maybe, i get distracted and end up &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; doing it one time...i'm done for. i'll make a&amp;nbsp;feeble attempt at catching up but i end up feeling burned out &amp;amp; leaving it. undone. incomplete. hanging over my head taunting me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. realistic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing on my list for 2012 is finding &amp;amp; settling on &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;style for &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;home. moving out of the hand-me-down, newly-married type furniture/decor and onto something that is us...all 6 of us.&amp;nbsp;while the woman in me would love to have a living room straight out of a design magazine, it just isn't going to happen...for several reasons. the mom in me reminds me of money &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;practicality&amp;nbsp;of it. i mean this is a house full of testosterone &amp;amp; climbing little boys. i do know that style is an evolving process. and while my mind races &amp;amp; makes decisions, finding that perfect item may take longer. which means that i may or may not accomplish this goal by the end of the year. and that is why my goal is to find...not decorate every inch of our living space. break it down to into smaller steps if need be. because who doesn't like to cross things off the to-do list?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. encouragement/ reminders/&amp;nbsp;accountability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether you have someone to help you or your sticking post-it notes all around your house, this is an essential part of of the process. i definitely have the mom-brain these days &amp;amp; nothing would get done EVER if i didn't have a reminder set. for instance, i have a scripture calendar on my sink that i see in the morning &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;or evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and i have a reminder set on my phone to remind me to read my devotion. yes, i'm that bad that i need it in more than one place. if you like having people check in on you, share it with facebook or twitter &amp;amp; have them keep you accountable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. keep your list where you can see it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make it your homescreen on your phone. hang it on your fridge. put it in your Bible or a book your reading. or again if you dare, post it online. my weekly meal menu sits out on the counter where i can see it. i've even got snacks listed. then i'm not trying to remember or make spontaneous&amp;nbsp;decisions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. pick one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the months pass &amp;amp; you find that you're becoming overwhelmed by keeping up with all the goals on your list, pick one to see through to the end. &lt;u&gt;finish 1 goal by the end of the year&lt;/u&gt;. that is completely&amp;nbsp;achievable...for anyone! sticking it through to the end helps build self-confidence. and who knows, maybe next year, you'll get 2 things done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can do it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;that being said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;here's some things on my list for 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;finding/ settling on our home style *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;make a meal at least 3 times a week *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;go to bed at 11 *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;make some new friends *&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;schedule blogs regularly *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;re-do blog design *&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll give some updates periodically on how i'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i'd love to know how you're doing...or how i can help you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-7327488727736659852?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/7327488727736659852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=7327488727736659852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7327488727736659852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7327488727736659852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-steps-to-keeping-up-those-adventurous.html' title='5 steps to keeping up those adventurous resolutions'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6876575426470778563</id><published>2012-01-10T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:00:04.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas and advent season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Twas an adventure on the night before Christmas</title><content type='html'>this Christmas we have been in the middle or the end rather of a state-to-state move. The logistics of such monumental under takings are borderline nightmarish. But we've had a few distractions and potential train wrecks these last few weeks. Read this for details. But in the end, we all made it. Safe &amp;amp; sound. Which is a Christmas miracle in itself!But because of our move we knew that this would be a modest Christmas. Which lets be honest, took a huge stress &amp;amp; pressure off because that meant no shopping for gifts for everyone. But I also discovered that without experiencing the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the shopping frenzy, it also didn't feel like Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage5.s3.amazonaws.com/438b95842c5811e180c9123138016265_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage5.s3.amazonaws.com/438b95842c5811e180c9123138016265_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st night in our new house. sleepover by the christmas tree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I did my little bit of shopping online with presents delivered &amp;amp; some even gift wrapped. I loved the ease &amp;amp; peace of it. Plus the excitement of it arriving at our door made ME feel like a kid. Mostly I bought small things to occupy the boys for the 15 hour car ride. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes 15hrs &amp;amp; they all did great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I knew we would be opening &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; buckets of toys that had been in storage for months now, plus the excitement of the new house...who needs presents to open on Christmas morning?! Nobody here...at least that's what I thought. As night fell on Christmas eve, I found myself getting sad at the thought that my boys wouldn't have gobs of presents &amp;amp; wrapping to become swallowed in the next morning. I longed for more. More time to prepare. More money to spend. More presents to open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://p.twimg.com/Aheh8TnCEAAiG18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://p.twimg.com/Aheh8TnCEAAiG18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;christmas jammies &amp;amp; watching "the very first christmas" in bed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The next morning came in a flash &amp;amp; with a bang. Literally the boys door hit the wall as they left their room. The boys opened their gifts and would not put them down! I bought both the big boys a  mobigo &amp;amp; game cartridge. I soon came to realize that they would've just played with that one toy the whole day whether they had other presents to open or not. my longing ceased. And my heart was humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5696065971221499666" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5PuqMcGpPlw/Twx90l_ZDxI/AAAAAAAADsg/-nZEvyzteQM/s288/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing with toys christmas morning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been walking through this season of advent with my boys and teaching them that it wasn't about Santa &amp;amp; gifts, but about Christ humbly coming as a baby for each of us. And here I find myself doing exactly what I was trying to teach my boys NOT to do. While it is so very fun to find the most perfect gift &amp;amp; getting it at a great price, I realized that now as a mom I need to learn to be content with what I have or else my boys won't get it. They were content with what they had been given. and in the end, I was content with the modest Christmas morning we had. The boys got a few more gifts to open from family later that day which I admit, helped me feel a little better. Next year I'm hoping Christmas won't be as overshadowed as these past 2 years. As parents, we've realized that for things to be successful &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;amp; feel like Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, it's up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're devising a plan to help everyone, myself included, feel like its more like Christmas next year. And the best way to start that off is by NOT moving days before Christmas. it definitely set the attitude of my heart &amp;amp; mind on the things &amp;amp; areas of life i want to make important for 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and more &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; isn't one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6876575426470778563?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6876575426470778563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6876575426470778563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6876575426470778563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6876575426470778563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/twas-adventure-on-night-before.html' title='Twas an adventure on the night before Christmas'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5PuqMcGpPlw/Twx90l_ZDxI/AAAAAAAADsg/-nZEvyzteQM/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3968047192543582552</id><published>2012-01-10T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:26:05.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a slow &amp; adventurous blogging re-entry from florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sorry for the&amp;nbsp;absence&amp;nbsp;dear friends! life has been a little 'hold on &amp;amp; enjoy the ride' lately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a few simple facts of our current life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we are still alive.&lt;div&gt;we did make it to florida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm waiting for a little while to get any further medical tests concerning the masses in my breasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do have a majority of the house unpacked now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the walls are still bare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;establishing life in a few town means a lot of errands &amp;amp; phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, i've been busy &amp;amp; have had a million thoughts of blogging but have had no time. i've realized the outlet it's been for me. hoping i can get some stuff up more regularly here soon. i'm planning on some pics or possibly a video tour of our new digs so stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also, i've been contemplating a little blog makeover for a while. i mean, {ben} is almost 5...so the whole adventures with 4 under 4 just doesn't quite fit anymore. i'm open for some new title...look...theme suggestions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping in 2012 i can be better about scheduling posts so i'm not so&amp;nbsp;sporadic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you all...&amp;amp; until next time i leave you with this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kIH6bmA-PA/Twx0Ub1kc7I/AAAAAAAADsY/E6B9e8Ee2Wk/s1600/Photo+on+2012-01-10+at+11.14+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kIH6bmA-PA/Twx0Ub1kc7I/AAAAAAAADsY/E6B9e8Ee2Wk/s400/Photo+on+2012-01-10+at+11.14+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our own version of the breakfast club&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3968047192543582552?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3968047192543582552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3968047192543582552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3968047192543582552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3968047192543582552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2012/01/slow-adventurous-blogging-re-entry-from.html' title='a slow &amp; adventurous blogging re-entry from florida'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kIH6bmA-PA/Twx0Ub1kc7I/AAAAAAAADsY/E6B9e8Ee2Wk/s72-c/Photo+on+2012-01-10+at+11.14+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4534774489406561243</id><published>2011-12-14T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T12:50:08.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>a frightening &amp; adventurous emotional roller coaster</title><content type='html'>ok i'm so glad i got &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/adventures-in-our-christmas-card.html"&gt;my christmas card&lt;/a&gt; done early because if i had waited, it just would &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; have gotten done this week. anyone else have one of those unexpectedly over busy weeks?! phew! i'm tired...physically, emotional, spiritually...just. plain. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so remember &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/annual-adventure-with-twist.html"&gt;that post &lt;/a&gt;about a month ago where i talked about the lump i found in my breast &amp;amp; the follow-up to come...this is that follow up. theres lots of details that i'm trying to sort through it all &amp;amp; give you a good concise story without this post being a 10 minute read. bare with me. and if you have any questions, please leave a comment &amp;amp; i'll answer them that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sat in the waiting room to get my mammogram i read this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;do not be afraid of what you are about to suffer. i teel you, the devil will put some of you in prison to test you, and you will suffer persecution for ten days. be faithful, even to the point of death, and i will give you life as your victor's crown. rev. 2:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;that's one of those verses that kinda just makes you prepare i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks ago yesterday i went in for a consult with a surgeon about the results of my mammogram. yes, my first mammogram at 28 years old. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not exactly what i pictured my future health care containing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and of course the results showed what they already knew...1 cyst, 1 mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the surgeon had me scheduled for an ultrasound guided biopsy...STAT! he is well aware that we are in the midst of moving...out of state no less. and yes, he actually said STAT. and even though i realize that doctors actually say it, {matt} &amp;amp; i tried not to laugh. you'd think we'd be use to the lingo by now. guess not! and we did got in for a biopsy the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went in for the biopsy &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;on a wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; they did their thing. aspirated the cyst again &amp;amp; get a biopsy of the mass on the other side. and all was going accordingly until the cyst wouldn't fully disappear. so they decided to get a biopsy of what was left. i was told the earliest i could expect results was 48 hours but probably get them on monday because of it being the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning as i was getting ready to go see the train exhibit downtown i got a call from the doctor's office asking me to come in that afternoon to discuss the results of the biopsy...and make sure that {matt} was with me. those last words made my stomach to jump into my throat leaving a lump i couldn't swallow. i was preparing for the worst. but still headed out to see the trains that morning in an attempt to distract myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the doc brought the hammer. it was the "best bad news" i could get. there were abnormal cells on the wall of cyst that they &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;meaning the 4 pathologists that looked at it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;were calling cancerous. yep...the ugly, scary C word. of course we were shocked. sitting in that little office both of us having out of body type experiences while trying to get a grip on the bomb the doc just dropped. we asked questions. we tried to soak in answers. and we started praying &amp;amp; calling family. ok, so {matt} started calling family. i couldn't barely breathe trying to hold back tears while in the doctor's office...let alone explain the situation to someone else. we went to dinner after instead of going home because i wasn't sure i was ready to see my boys &amp;amp; be able to keep it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;so&amp;nbsp;we sat &amp;amp; talked. processed. trusted that the Lord was up to something good &amp;amp; crazy. realized that our human understanding just wouldn't ever be great enough to grasp this. said the words out loud a few times. feeling the heavy burden of the word &lt;i&gt;cancer&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; choosing to let my Savior carry it for me. and i left feeling safe &amp;amp; at peace with whatever were to happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the next procedure i was to get done was an MRI...again, STAT. &amp;nbsp;that way i could take those films with me to florida if need be and there would be a better &amp;nbsp;idea of what they were dealing with &amp;amp; also to see if there were abnormal cells anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday morning i was rushing around trying to get {ben} ready for preschool &amp;amp; the little boys breakfast before i needed to leave for my MRI. then i got another call from my doc. i assumed he was checking in to see how i was doing. instead, i got the best news...a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; diagnosis. the final stain/ test on my biopsy had to sit overnight and they just got those results in. it &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wasn't cancer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...just abnormal cells that they are calling pre-cancerous. meaning that if there were more of the abnormal cells, they would call it cancer, but now it's just not. are you kidding me?! i was so shocked i couldn't even process fully what he had said. plus, i still had to get my MRI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the big question of was it God at work or just too early of a diagnosis on the behalf of the doctors...i couldn't tell you. but in the end, God still gets the glory! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;don't worry, that's not the end of my testimony because it's not the end of my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process of the MRI &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;on that friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was a little intimidating.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; i tend to get&amp;nbsp;claustrophobic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;my big experiences are x-rays and a c-section. i closed my eyes and used the time to pray &amp;amp; sing songs. cheesy i know but i had to do something to help the sound of the MRI not be quite so loud. the results of that wouldn't come back til monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time we scheduled an&amp;nbsp;lumpectomy&amp;nbsp;to the remains of the cyst and the mass because of it's size even though it was benign. that surgery was suppose to be today. i should be at pre-op right now. instead the MRI results that came back late monday...and then received yesterday morning were again, abnormal. the MRI&amp;nbsp;detected 2 more masses deep within the breast, 1 on each side.&amp;nbsp;before they do surgery they need to do an MRI guided biopsy...since they are only detectable by MRI. and the STAT order on that procedure isn't as quick of a turn around as previous experiences. the earliest they could get me in is the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been meditating &amp;amp; mulling over &amp;amp; over these verses for months now. and they rock me every.single. time!&amp;nbsp;i mean for real people...i grit my teeth daily just trying to make it through on my own strength. but that glory-strength sounds awesome! gimme some of that any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;we pray that you'll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul-not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. it is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us.&lt;br /&gt;col. 1:11-12 (the message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering when exactly we are hitting the road &amp;amp; heading south...it's december 20th. so the fact that the procedure can't be done until then &amp;amp; our doctor is done for the year on the 23rd just answered a lot of our logistical questions. i will get the biopsy done early that morning. we'll close on the condo that afternoon. pick up {auntie kate} after she gets off work &amp;amp; then take this party to florida. and hope that we can enjoy christmas &amp;amp; continue to celebrate the goodness &amp;amp; faithfulness of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now whether we finish procedures here or in florida are still up in the air. and so is insurance stuff. but i trust that God is taking this situation &amp;amp; turning it around for good. and if you wonder how i could, just take a quick look back at the things He has already done for us this year &amp;amp; you'll understand why. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;health, houses sold, new job!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i've tangibly seen the power of God&amp;nbsp;working in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend sent me this little excerpt from her devotional last week &amp;amp; i think it explains beautifully right where i'm at &amp;amp; want to be because, afterall, it's about bringing Him the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;do not fear your weakness, for it is the stage on which My power and glory perform most brilliantly. As you persevere along the path i have prepared for you, depending on My strength to sustain you, expect to see miracles &amp;amp; you will! ~Jesus Calling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.262383362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.262383362.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;by naptimediaries&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/79331254/song-of-solomon-24"&gt;for purchase here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4534774489406561243?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4534774489406561243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=4534774489406561243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4534774489406561243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4534774489406561243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/frightening-adventurous-emotional.html' title='a frightening &amp; adventurous emotional roller coaster'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-2995293300219312401</id><published>2011-12-06T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:40:17.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas and advent season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>adventures in our christmas card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn02.cocodot.com/creative_flattened_images/4528306/5c29fa80-ea17-012e-57e9-123138041608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://cdn02.cocodot.com/creative_flattened_images/4528306/5c29fa80-ea17-012e-57e9-123138041608.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i don't think i've ever gotten a christmas card out this early...ever! i'm impressed with myself. and maybe the reason why it's out so early is because it's more than just a christmas card this year. the time has finally come to spill the beans on where we are moving after we leave the condo in just 2 weeks time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so please, by all means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theruckelschristmascard2011.cocodot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;read our christmas card!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-2995293300219312401?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/2995293300219312401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=2995293300219312401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2995293300219312401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2995293300219312401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/adventures-in-our-christmas-card.html' title='adventures in our christmas card'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-7958486568115322719</id><published>2011-12-05T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:00:11.431-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single-parent sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>single parent sunday :: at a birthday party</title><content type='html'>usually our sundays are filled with church and naps. but last week,&amp;nbsp;instead of going to night church, we went to&amp;nbsp;our friend {sawyer}s 3rd birthday party. and what an adventure it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the most part the boys did great. it's a child-proofed house filled with plenty of toys to distract from anything too&amp;nbsp;troublesome&amp;nbsp;except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the table. {sam} has this &amp;nbsp;obsession with climbing up on the chairs to get to the table. it's why my table looks like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwxKfYIXMtI/Ttw4Gzlt4hI/AAAAAAAADsM/HF2j3FKWj-4/s1600/IMG_2759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwxKfYIXMtI/Ttw4Gzlt4hI/AAAAAAAADsM/HF2j3FKWj-4/s320/IMG_2759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and then there was the kiddie table on the porch full of half eaten cupcakes. after i got done feeding {sam} &amp;amp; {matty} their cupcake, they b-lined for the table of abandoned cupcakes before i could even get up. it was an epic twin tag team battle. i'd get one of their hands cleaned off &amp;amp; pulled away from the table while the other jumped right in...this continually happened for a good couple minutes before i was able to get them both cleaned, cupcakes snatched away &amp;amp; put some place unreachable. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wish it would have been captured on video somehow because i'm sure it was hilarious to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;i then brought them inside and proceeded to chase them &amp;amp; pull everyone's cups/plates/food out of their hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and {gabe} decided to forget he is potty trained. and of course, i didn't have any extra clothes for him. so he ran around in a long sleeve shirt, diaper &amp;amp; his shoes...the majority of the night. he also didn't want to leave the train table &amp;amp; pitched a small fit. then i reminded him that he had trains at home now too. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thanks {grammie} &amp;amp; {granpop}!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and {ben} wanted to help open all the birthday presents. he also was playing baseball outside and i nearly got hit in the head by him twice...i'm sure that others had the same experience. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;sorry 'bout that folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;needless to say, they were giving me a run for my money. and i decided that it was time to leave when i started to break a sweat from chasing boys &amp;amp; just trying to keep up. and pictures? like i had the time or sense of mind to take pictures. lesson learned...birthday parties require 2 adults to keep up with these boys &amp;amp; all the sugar that comes with a birthday party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;good thing we sure love that {sawyer} boy &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and his mom &amp;amp; dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;so much!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and today is the actual birthday...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY SAWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/592cba9a1ac811e180c9123138016265_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/592cba9a1ac811e180c9123138016265_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-7958486568115322719?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/7958486568115322719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=7958486568115322719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7958486568115322719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7958486568115322719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/single-parent-sunday-at-birthday-party.html' title='single parent sunday :: at a birthday party'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DwxKfYIXMtI/Ttw4Gzlt4hI/AAAAAAAADsM/HF2j3FKWj-4/s72-c/IMG_2759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-5854605697969735271</id><published>2011-12-02T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:00:12.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas and advent season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>taking an adventurous crack at explaining advent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcfHZvPE9J0/TthY82NtsKI/AAAAAAAADsE/U9zgNhsq5So/s1600/advent.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcfHZvPE9J0/TthY82NtsKI/AAAAAAAADsE/U9zgNhsq5So/s640/advent.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so let's talk about the 'why' of an advent calendar shall we?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;disclaimer: i'll lay out some technical terms about advent but please realize, that while i am married to a pastor, that does NOT make me a theologian or completely knowledgable about this. it's what i've learned, researched &amp;amp; asked questions about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;what does advent mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word &lt;i&gt;advent&lt;/i&gt; means "coming" or "arrival";&amp;nbsp;particularly of something of importance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;what does advent celebrate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is marked by the spirit of&amp;nbsp;expectation, anticipation,&amp;nbsp;preparation&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; longing.&lt;br /&gt;the waiting time &amp;amp; preparation for Christmas and the anticipation of Jesus returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;when is advent celebrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the church advent begins the 4th sunday before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;BUT...advent calendars always begin on december 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;how do you celebrate advent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where it gets a little complex...&lt;br /&gt;there's the &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/christmas/qt/adventwreath.htm"&gt;evergreen wreath &amp;amp; candles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's the colors of &lt;a href="http://christianity.about.com/od/christmas/qt/adventcolors.htm"&gt;advent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something called a &lt;a href="http://www.crivoice.org/jesse.html"&gt;jesse tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the regular 24 day advent calendar &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;which is what i'm using.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;what is an advent calendar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a way to keep the family, especially young children, involved in the celebration. it is a calendar with windows or pockets to be opened every day of december.&amp;nbsp;the intention of use for the calendar vary so drastically and&amp;nbsp;this is the very basic edition that they all stem from. you can have anything from spiritual pictures of the old testament story of the prophecy of Christ's birth to a piece of chocolate to an ornament to a gift to give others. but i've found that mostly people use it to at the very least create traditions and or even distract their kids from the uber consumerism that has become Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know what my intentions for our advent calendar &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;celebration&amp;nbsp;are &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/end-of-my-giving-thanks-adventure.html"&gt;start with this post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR if you're in need of some ideas for you advent calendar or just festive things for your holiday season &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-advent-adventure-of-2011-begin.html"&gt;check out yesterday's post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-5854605697969735271?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/5854605697969735271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=5854605697969735271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5854605697969735271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5854605697969735271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/taking-adventurous-crack-at-explaining.html' title='taking an adventurous crack at explaining advent'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HcfHZvPE9J0/TthY82NtsKI/AAAAAAAADsE/U9zgNhsq5So/s72-c/advent.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-419831595464990865</id><published>2011-12-01T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:08:12.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas and advent season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>let the advent adventure of 2011 begin!</title><content type='html'>ok, first off, i'd like to make a confession...we aren't doing the advent wreath &amp;amp; candles in our house. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you need to know why, then please re-read my blog title...that says it all right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; phew, feel better. thanks! so we'll be counting down the days &amp;amp; building anticipation until Christmas with our {ruckel} family...and our moving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a prepared person. ok, well mostly, i'm not...i try &amp;amp; succeed on occasion. but for stuff like this, i'm &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; not. i didn't buy any supplies, print out pages or look up the correct scripture reference until yesterday...hence, why this post is going up today instead of yesterday. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thanks for the grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqZQrvzk_Zs/TteZc7ERM8I/AAAAAAAADr0/nNUUK45IH1Q/s1600/IMG_2952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqZQrvzk_Zs/TteZc7ERM8I/AAAAAAAADr0/nNUUK45IH1Q/s320/IMG_2952.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;let's start with the calendar itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are all sorts of fabulous &amp;amp; different &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/search/?q=advent+calendar"&gt;ideas for advent calendars&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;out there. pick one that works best for you &amp;amp; your family. i chose &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/86105840/printable-advent-calendar"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; from naptime diaries etsy shop. 2 versions available...printed or printable...i chose printable because this year, i need to not worry about extra things to pack. let alone to pack nicely back in the christmas bin...which is &lt;i&gt;who knows where&lt;/i&gt; in the storage shed?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;time to fill it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i took a look at our calendar for the month of&amp;nbsp;december. like most families, ours is full! so there are things that were already planned and those will serve as our&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;for those days. then i filled in the days with the things we want to do as traditions with our family. that was easy! with both of those things, we already filled up half the calendar. you can fill the remaining days with festive little things...not too much effort or preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/258323728595834118_siNcDz8Q_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/258323728595834118_siNcDz8Q_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;since i'm wanting to keep our advent season not just about traditions, but really making an effort at focusing on the spiritual aspect of the season, i'm incorporating some scripture into each day...or several of the days at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;our festivities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. decorate the house for christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. make paper chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;date night for mom &amp;amp; dad &amp;amp; sleepover with {auntie kate} for the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. dinner &amp;amp; holiday parade with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4. get hot cocoa on the way to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5. make paper snowflakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkandinkdesigns.com/bumpsmitten.com/images/posts/DIY-SnowflakeGarland/photo-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.pinkandinkdesigns.com/bumpsmitten.com/images/posts/DIY-SnowflakeGarland/photo-21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;a diy garland via &lt;a href="http://www.pinkandinkdesigns.com/bumpsmitten.com/images/posts/DIY-SnowflakeGarland/photo-21.jpg"&gt;bumpsmitten&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6. make &amp;amp; send some christmas cards &amp;amp; gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7. visit santa// read a christmas book before bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8. visit the train exhibit downtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;9. watch "a charlie brown christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10. lights at the beach or garden of lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beachstreetusa.com/sites/default/files/sponsorimages/HL2008%20(48).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.beachstreetusa.com/sites/default/files/sponsorimages/HL2008%20(48).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Add caption&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;11. christmas music dance party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;12. color christmas pictures &amp;amp; activity sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;13. make a card for {ben}s preschool teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;14. play "where's baby jesus?" with the nativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/282319470360412117_3XAH5jna_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/282319470360412117_3XAH5jna_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;great &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fisher-Little-People-Christmas-Shipper/dp/B000067R86/ref=sr_1_1?s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322258492&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;little people nativity&lt;/a&gt; for kids&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;15. birthday celebration for {auntie kate}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;16. preschool christmas party//dinner with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;17. christmas movie night &amp;amp; milkshakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;18. donuts before church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;19. wrap gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;20. open small gifts for car ride/ leave for florida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;21. watch christmas movies in the car// do something nice for someone while on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;22. have a sleepover in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/5697918177_4b18502d25_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2670/5697918177_4b18502d25_b.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;another diy:: tent tutorial via &lt;a href="http://mycakies.blogspot.com/2011/05/diy-frame-tent.html"&gt;mycakies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;23. hang out at {nanny}s house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;24. &amp;nbsp;church//have birthday party for Jesus// open 1 gift (jammies &amp;amp; book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/147774431492675036_HuBS3y0B_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/147774431492675036_HuBS3y0B_c.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vbsblog.guildcraftinc.com/index.php/freebie-friday-happy-birthday-jesus-party-hats/"&gt;printables&lt;/a&gt; for a birthday party for Jesus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;25. biscuits &amp;amp; chocolate gravy for breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/41095415319342891_s9l5oWwp_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/41095415319342891_s9l5oWwp_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;curious?! get a &lt;a href="http://bunsinmyoven.com/2010/11/11/biscuits-and-chocolate-gravy/"&gt;recipe here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;and a few resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm using &lt;a href="http://truthinthetinsel.com/"&gt;this book &lt;/a&gt;to help with the scripture/ spiritual aspect. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but it's a great pre-packaged advent calendar. definitely worth checking into if you have little ones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a &lt;a href="http://coolmompicks.com/2010/12/10_awesomely_cool_holiday_book.php"&gt;great selection of christmas books&lt;/a&gt; to add to your library.&lt;br /&gt;and there are a million different holiday printables out there. i'm using &lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.com/PreschoolPacksNativity.html"&gt;this preschool nativity &lt;/a&gt;set.&lt;br /&gt;and pinterest is full of ideas!! check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;need some other ideas? try these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice skating age appropriate of course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a trip to the post office is&amp;nbsp;inventible this time of year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a family trip to the movies there's always a new family type movie out this time of year. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;anyone going to see the muppets?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go see a christmas play...like the nutcracker or a christmas carol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;collect some christmas books or grab some from the library. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;unwrap a 'new' one every night before bed. over the years the kids will love getting to read those stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink apple cider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go caroling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake &amp;amp; deliver cookies for those who work on christmas eve/ day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have kids put on a christmas story play for mom &amp;amp; dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shop for &amp;amp; wrap gifts for others less fortunate. theres lots of opportunities to do this, not just churches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;help a food bank by serving or donating food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have a cookie exchange&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write letters to santa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a letter to a solider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-419831595464990865?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/419831595464990865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=419831595464990865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/419831595464990865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/419831595464990865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-advent-adventure-of-2011-begin.html' title='let the advent adventure of 2011 begin!'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqZQrvzk_Zs/TteZc7ERM8I/AAAAAAAADr0/nNUUK45IH1Q/s72-c/IMG_2952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-2824832843665873468</id><published>2011-11-30T13:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:15:44.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas and advent season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>the end of my giving thanks adventure</title><content type='html'>it's been a great time of reflecting and learning to be content. i've seen God's blessings in my life is small &amp;amp; big ways. it's amazing what you can see when you take the time daily to be thankful for the blessings in life. but the biggest lesson i found through it was the contentedness i found in my life. it took out the longing for more. the desire to fill my life with what i don't have &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; i need. what a place of peace my heart has found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realize i didn't get all my daily lists of things i was thankful for up here on the blog, but i do have them. and the general theme was His amazing provision...in food, health, and timing. i'm still in awe! but most of all, i'm thankful this month of sickness &amp;amp; health issues is OVER...time to move on along to health &amp;amp; wholeness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now ready to ring in the advent season! what a season of excitement &amp;amp; anticipation. it's no wonder the consumer world has jumped on board. although, with our moving out of the condo just days before Christmas and the fact that the majority of the boys toys have been packed away for most of the year, we won't really be buying much this year. we'll have the joy of rediscovery of toys that have been '&lt;i&gt;hidden&lt;/i&gt;'. they'll get a few small things for the drive in the car and some from grandparents. but what&amp;nbsp;im most excited about is preparing my home &amp;amp; hearts of my family in the anticipation of the arrival of our King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post our activities tomorrow, but here's what i'm hoping to accomplish...to teach them how to relate and &lt;i&gt;be in &lt;/i&gt;the world, but &lt;i&gt;not of&lt;/i&gt; the world. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;aka know Jesus is the reason for the season, but also not burst some kid's santa believing bubble.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want my boys to know that our anticipation is for the birth of our Messiah, not just the packages under the tree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want them to know the Christmas story, not just Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want them to know the scripture that tells the prophecy &amp;amp; birth of Jesus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want them to know the angles,wise men &amp;amp; shepards&amp;nbsp;are &amp;amp; not just elves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want them to know that Jesus is real and Santa is the storybook character.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to build memories &amp;amp; traditions for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly, i get that all of these things will be works in&amp;nbsp;progress&amp;nbsp;over their lifetime, but ya gotta start sometime. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so why not now?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get my advent activities post finished for tomorrow. so come back tomorrow and i'll do my best to inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;edit** also super thankful for my cousin's brand new baby GIRL! she's the first granddaughter after 10 boys between she &amp;amp; her siblings!!! now &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; is a celebration folks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-2824832843665873468?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/2824832843665873468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=2824832843665873468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2824832843665873468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2824832843665873468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/end-of-my-giving-thanks-adventure.html' title='the end of my giving thanks adventure'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8616055699615608446</id><published>2011-11-23T12:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:32:38.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless wednesday :: happy thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Hoping your thanksgiving looks something like this picture...full of peace, quiet &amp; sleeping (babies)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5678260940014957810'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EyOaGx5KTNU/Ts08PX-RNPI/AAAAAAAADrs/TSS9Pdcih0U/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to {grammie} &amp; {granpop}s house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8616055699615608446?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8616055699615608446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8616055699615608446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8616055699615608446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8616055699615608446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/wordless-wednesday-happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Wordless wednesday :: happy thanksgiving'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EyOaGx5KTNU/Ts08PX-RNPI/AAAAAAAADrs/TSS9Pdcih0U/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4884223747934866895</id><published>2011-11-22T10:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:48:34.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>thankful adventure in God's timing</title><content type='html'>The Lord's timing is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and always will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a mystery to me. Some times we are sitting and waiting &amp;amp; waiting some more. And other times it happens in the drop of a hat and we are expected to pick up the pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I've learned is that it's always perfect. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;! There is no doubt that when that thing you've been waiting...trusting...prayfully seeking the Lord for...happens its for "such a time as this". And we must simply have peace in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of the time I feel like we are waiting on the Lord for what seems like forever and then we see him appear when we've become desperate and given up hope in &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; eleventh hour. But for me lately, I've seen him working in super speed and I sometimes have a hard time keeping up. It's been thing after thing here but he's ordained them all. And our timeline is so linear...one thing can't happen until this other thing happens. It's been a blessing to see them all happen so steadily. He's answered prayers before we even knew to ask. He's a God of small things and big things alike. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I had said that&lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-i-wore-wednesday-accessories.html"&gt; we got a offer on our condo &lt;/a&gt;and signed a contract for another full price offer. HUGE blessing. &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/single-parent-sundays-our-house-selling.html"&gt;That makes 2 houses in 6 months.&lt;/a&gt;..and all that awesomeness goes to glorify God! But....&lt;br /&gt;There was a catch. Our condo association had lost its certification with the FHA. So anyone with an FHA loan (meaning those looking in our price range &amp;amp; type of house) could not buy our place (or any in our neighborhood for that matter). And of course the buyer had an FHA loan. but the buyer decided she was willing to wait for the certification...that could take up to 90 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CabHWBRm2RM/Tsv8JlOtfAI/AAAAAAAADro/Pr4DyCx3zRs/s800/Saint%252520Andrews%252520Good1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CabHWBRm2RM/Tsv8JlOtfAI/AAAAAAAADro/Pr4DyCx3zRs/s640/Saint%252520Andrews%252520Good1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean who wouldn't want this cute little place, right?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{matt} had jumped through several hoops to figure out who to talk to &amp;amp; how to start the process for recertification. And on the week we accepted the offer and signed the contract, we were told that it would be at least another 30 days. Still in time to close by mid December but that means a rush to get all the inspections and appraisals done before closing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday St. Andrews condominiums are FHA certified!! and we can now get on with the intrusions of inspectors and packing.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; oh joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't claim to know why the Lords timing is what it is. I couldn't tell you why we didn't find out about the certification deal until we did or why the recertification happened so quickly. In the end, my prayers are answered and I've learned to lean on His understanding &amp;amp; timing a little more easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here we are, the end of november...Christmas is just &lt;i&gt;mere weeks &lt;/i&gt;away. and for so many it's that of year when people are reaching &lt;i&gt;their own&lt;/i&gt; 11th hour of desperation. we need to be looking &amp;amp; aware of how we can be used in the Lords timing to help those in that desperate place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you looking? and will you make yourself available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4884223747934866895?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4884223747934866895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=4884223747934866895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4884223747934866895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4884223747934866895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-adventure-in-gods-timing.html' title='thankful adventure in God&apos;s timing'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CabHWBRm2RM/Tsv8JlOtfAI/AAAAAAAADro/Pr4DyCx3zRs/s72-c/Saint%252520Andrews%252520Good1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-7026905835658844779</id><published>2011-11-18T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:28:00.129-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living with less'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>adventures in learning to live with less :: holiday decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;over the last few months I've learned how to live with less space &amp;amp; stuff.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and not just learned but &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; living with less space &amp;amp; stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less toys to pick up. &lt;br /&gt;Fewer dishes to wash. &lt;br /&gt;Not as much stuff to organize.&lt;br /&gt;Less on the walls &amp;amp; shelves collecting dust. &lt;br /&gt;Not as many things for the babies to get into. &lt;br /&gt;Fewer things distracting me from time with my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although I wish I could say the same went for the laundry&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that means I have 2 storage units full of stuff I &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like I don't need. i haven't used most of what i own in months! months people. but there are important things like birth certificates, tax stuff &amp;amp; other such papers to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I'm even keeping my fridge &amp;amp; pantry less cluttered. Because there just isn't room to keep the non-essentials. I buy what we'll use right away and I'm  learning to meal plan a little better. freedom i tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall is a season of preparation...preparing for the long, cold winter that lies ahead. we pull out the blankets &amp;amp; coats, turn up the heat and stock the pantry &amp;amp; fridge with our fall harvest until they are overflowing. it's about making your house feel warm &amp;amp; cozy &amp;amp; inviting to be in so you don't &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to leave it. and one way we do that is by filling them with holiday decorations. and in that, I find myself wanting again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if that's just me caving to the advertising, holiday displays &amp;amp; simply just &lt;i&gt;wanting&lt;/i&gt; or if there's more to it. i mean they do a great job of putting new &amp;amp; cute things out there every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super cute pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but it wouldn't last a month in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/SnowflakePillow18inF11?$web_zoom$&amp;amp;extend=110,110,110,110" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.crateandbarrel.com/is/image/Crate/SnowflakePillow18inF11?$web_zoom$&amp;amp;extend=110,110,110,110" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/decorating-and-accessories/decorative-pillows/snowflake-18%22-pillow/s219609"&gt;crate and barrel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing says snuggly more than a plaid fleece blanket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.targetimg1.com/wcsstore/TargetSAS//img/p/13/69/13698757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img1.targetimg1.com/wcsstore/TargetSAS//img/p/13/69/13698757.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Sherpa-Throw-Green/-/A-13698757?reco=Rec_pdp_13698757_ClickCP_Adjacency"&gt;target&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or even this cute monogram. although i'd use a pre-light garland &amp;amp; hang it outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/282319470360309776_vQMkZYJD_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/282319470360309776_vQMkZYJD_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/282319470360309776/"&gt;via pinterest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it dawned on me that it's more that greed &amp;amp; wanting. It's about creating a safe space. A retreat to grab a blanket &amp;amp; curl up in on cold &amp;amp; rainy winter days. a place full of memories &amp;amp; nostalgia. a place that you not only want to be, but &lt;i&gt;stay&lt;/i&gt; in for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/9086/10h/origin-d1.scene7.com/is/image/ballarddesigns/T_WithZoom?$w400$&amp;amp;$src=HC554_main" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/f/248/9086/10h/origin-d1.scene7.com/is/image/ballarddesigns/T_WithZoom?$w400$&amp;amp;$src=HC554_main" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ballarddesigns.com/slim-profile-angel-pine-pre-lit-christmas-tree/holiday/christmas/trees/11677"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ab.pbimgs.com/pbimgs/ab/images/dp/wcm/201139/0112/img12o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://ab.pbimgs.com/pbimgs/ab/images/dp/wcm/201139/0112/img12o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/stocking-lumbar-pillow-cover/?pkey=call-christmas-decor"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So while we unfortunately will not be decorating for the holidays this year because the closing date on the condo is for mid-December. Getting more stuff out just to re-pack doesn't sound appealing to me at all. BUT I am figuring out how we can do little things still to celebrate the holiday season and maybe even decorate a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love advent calendars and both the big boys are old enough now to participate this year. I think it's a great compromise to our situation. And ive been searching for a calendar that I love for a couple years now &amp;amp; been unsuccessful. i don't like the idea of just handing out candy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;that's what halloween is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so w&lt;/span&gt;e'll be doing lots of crafts &amp;amp; activities. the things we will do for advent will help decorate this place but still be disposable. We'll learn more about Jesus &amp;amp; the true Christmas story, but also introduce and explain who Santa, the elves &amp;amp; Rudolph are. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want my kids to be the ones who burst the bubble of those that belied in Santa&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding myself pretty excited actually. Decorating for the holidays, making my home cozy &amp;amp; warm...but with less. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once I nail down what each day of the advent calendar holds I'll post it. For now enjoy the awesome advent calendar I just bought from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/NaptimeDiaries?ref=ss_profile"&gt;NaptimeDiaries&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;go check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img0.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.286277880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img0.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.286277880.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just the right advent calendar!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I have stuff if I want it...but in a storage into &amp;amp; not cluttering my house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chance to create traditions &amp;amp; memories for my boys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-7026905835658844779?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/7026905835658844779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=7026905835658844779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7026905835658844779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/7026905835658844779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventures-in-learning-to-live-with.html' title='adventures in learning to live with less :: holiday decorating'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-5862981753392792110</id><published>2011-11-17T07:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:04:00.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>an annual adventure with a twist</title><content type='html'>so we've had some health issues around here lately. it's been a little ridiculous. and frankly i'm over it. but what's our life without a few extra adventures right?! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;geez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to my obgyn for my annual appointment. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if that sentence made you uncomfortable, stop reading now. or it will only continue to get more uncomfortable for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;this is the first time that i've been in for an annual and NOT been pregnant. it felt strange. but it&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; nice to not have a pint of blood drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the usual routine &amp;amp; let the nurse get her stats...all were fine. questions, side effects or concerns about my IUD...nope. any other concerns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, well actually, there is this...this lump in my right breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**crickets**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been there since after i had {ben}. &amp;nbsp;i asked my former OB &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i changed practices with my pregnancy with {gabe}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; about it at an appointment after having {ben}. i was told it was probably just a blocked milk duct because i was breastfeeding and not to worry, it should soon go away. i nodded and went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it didn't go away. in fact it got bigger. but lets be real here...since that appointment i've been pregnant or breastfeeding. i was putting my body through the ringer and in the end i wasn't sure what kind of condition my breasts would be in. smaller, sure. but having a lump that had grown, yeah not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my sweet doctor did a breast exam on me, she too agreed that we needed to do something about it...and oh yeah, there's another smaller spot on the other breast. just great. but she got some lidocaine and a 18 gauge needle to check the fluid and drain it if possible. well turns out, it was totally drainable &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;10cc worth, that's a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of nasty cystic fluid and no blood. the doc said she was looking for blood and if there had been then we would need to do a biopsy. so that was unexpectedly easy. and the cyst is no longer. i will go in for a mammogram &amp;amp; ultrasound in the next few weeks to make sure there isn't anything underlying that we missed and to get a better look at the smaller cyst. and then follow up with a surgeon in case there might be need to take action with anything. i'll update again once i've had those appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all and all i'm glad with the news i received today. &amp;nbsp;like my momma said "better knowing and being able to face it than not knowing and being fearful and turning it into something bigger than it is." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;good words momma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; also i read this while in the waiting room at the doctor's office..."for God is greater than our worried hearts for He knows more about us than we do ourselves." &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 john 3:20 &lt;/span&gt;amen&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;so this story is a giving of thanks &amp;amp; praise all in one.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thank ya Jesus! Hallelujah!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plus i'm super thankful for the support of my family...the encouragement they supplied along with the worries i know they wouldn't tell me about because i told them not to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;also thankful that i can now sleep on my stomach again and not feel &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-5862981753392792110?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/5862981753392792110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=5862981753392792110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5862981753392792110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5862981753392792110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/annual-adventure-with-twist.html' title='an annual adventure with a twist'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1598149210290433380</id><published>2011-11-15T19:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:23:06.960-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single-parent sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>single parent sundays :: fresh fall air</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwW7nXFT-YI/TsMfXTTPmoI/AAAAAAAADrA/MMEoZv_1yN4/s1600/IMG_2813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwW7nXFT-YI/TsMfXTTPmoI/AAAAAAAADrA/MMEoZv_1yN4/s320/IMG_2813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;bed hogs slept in the middle of my bed all week&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;when {matt} was sick a few weeks back, i said it would be better to have a sick kid than a sick spouse. well turns out i got my wish...we all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;minus {ben} &amp;amp; including my parents&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;got the stomach bug last week. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;karma just kicked my butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! it was terrible. not as bad as when we got it back in march, but still bad. my mom drove up the day i got sick. and my dad dropped by during the weekend...and they still got it. it's the kinda bug that lingers even after you aren't feeling sick. the worst! so we stayed home. inside. for days! did i mention i'm currently in a 2 bedroom condo?! cabin fever is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OhFLURKDv8/TsMWWPzmPTI/AAAAAAAADpw/9RBJB68mn1A/s1600/IMG_2805.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1OhFLURKDv8/TsMWWPzmPTI/AAAAAAAADpw/9RBJB68mn1A/s320/IMG_2805.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{grammie} &amp;amp; {matty}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;on sunday we were all feeling pretty much back to normal, but knowing that my parents had just gotten sick, we didn't want to chance taking this nasty bug onto church. so we stayed home. sure that meant no rushing to get out the door in time or arguments over outfits, but i was still doing it by myself. nothing had changed. the&amp;nbsp;monotony of the week was digging in deep under my skin. thankfully, sunday brought beautiful fall weather here in southeastern virginia &amp;amp; i knew that if i didn't get out of the house we would all pay for it. i dressed my grumpy self &amp;amp; my grumpy tribe of boys and off we went to explore the great outdoors. ok, maybe not so much explore, but a walk to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlHq6y3PY44/TsMWhtk0XtI/AAAAAAAADp4/zECGjx6GcW8/s1600/IMG_2824.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jlHq6y3PY44/TsMWhtk0XtI/AAAAAAAADp4/zECGjx6GcW8/s320/IMG_2824.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;not sure why, but i feel like they look a lot like me here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HP4rYrPmCeU/TsMW_8DgffI/AAAAAAAADqg/V7Ugf-6ycy8/s1600/IMG_2835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HP4rYrPmCeU/TsMW_8DgffI/AAAAAAAADqg/V7Ugf-6ycy8/s400/IMG_2835.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{gabe} wanted a ride back&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK0zImItLFQ/TsMXMDD0IaI/AAAAAAAADqw/qzBedwnVui0/s1600/IMG_2842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK0zImItLFQ/TsMXMDD0IaI/AAAAAAAADqw/qzBedwnVui0/s320/IMG_2842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yF1nZlSKFEc/TsMXOASMsuI/AAAAAAAADq4/qlrvltgvOw8/s1600/IMG_2843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yF1nZlSKFEc/TsMXOASMsuI/AAAAAAAADq4/qlrvltgvOw8/s320/IMG_2843.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and getting out just once just wasn't enough, so we went for another walk later that afternoon. {auntie kate} &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;came to the rescue again and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; took the little guys &amp;amp; i took the big ones. i tried to make them sit on this bench and act like they loved each other. this is the look i get from {gabe}. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; shoulda known, we were all still a little on the grumpy side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Weqox2PVfms/TsMXI-XIceI/AAAAAAAADqo/dy1yDO_5R-Y/s1600/IMG_2836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Weqox2PVfms/TsMXI-XIceI/AAAAAAAADqo/dy1yDO_5R-Y/s1600/IMG_2836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Weqox2PVfms/TsMXI-XIceI/AAAAAAAADqo/dy1yDO_5R-Y/s320/IMG_2836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and turns out, that both {sam} &amp;amp; {matty} were cutting molars too. no wonder i feel like my hearing has been compromised. &amp;nbsp;i mean, there's a lot of crying that happens in this house normally &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we warn all those who dare to enter the door! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;but put sick AND teething buddies....yeah we reached a whole new level.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;thankfully the majority of us are on the up &amp;amp; up. {matty}s gums are still getting torn to pieces and he is &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;more than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;sufficiently reminding us of this, but the bug has passed and we are enjoying the 80 degree weather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;so last week was full of plenty of things to be grumpy about but like i said before, i'm trying to be thankful for something every day...even if it seems that there's nothing but baby puke filling it. and since all the days last week just got jumbled into one, i'll just be generally thankful. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that's good enough right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a husband who literally gets his hands dirty to help out at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that {ben} made it through without so much as a sneeze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my husband that takes the day off to watch the kids &amp;amp; take care of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that same husband can get more done on his day off at home than i usually can&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for parents who come to help...and get sick in return but wouldn't have it any other way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for new windows to open &amp;amp; air out the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this amazingly gorgeous fall weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the colorful leaves that make looking out my window a little more enjoyable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;checking BIG things of a to-do list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching that to-do list get shorter &amp;amp; shorter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1598149210290433380?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1598149210290433380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1598149210290433380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1598149210290433380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1598149210290433380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/single-parent-sundays-fresh-fall-air.html' title='single parent sundays :: fresh fall air'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwW7nXFT-YI/TsMfXTTPmoI/AAAAAAAADrA/MMEoZv_1yN4/s72-c/IMG_2813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8030273565908838142</id><published>2011-11-09T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:21:14.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wore Wednesday :: accessories</title><content type='html'>I've been wearing these 2 super cute accessories the past couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5673062831702390114'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iLJz1fAGATw/TrrElpgXtWI/AAAAAAAADpU/mXwCWNi-qZ0/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been known to wear them like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5673062834964152690'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jidHc9-h1YM/TrrEl1qCQXI/AAAAAAAADpc/xArRXlIMfPI/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was pukey, the other was about to be. We got hit with some 24hr stomach bug. Yuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm still finding things in my day to be thankful for!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ins&gt;Nov. 7&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creative boy...he was camping. Roasting marshmallows by the fire &amp; making smores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5673062844886396386'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-hFG9d-YC8S8/TrrEmanrreI/AAAAAAAADpk/zCPWaDFXesU/s288/6.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing a contract on our condo! &lt;i&gt;To Him be the glory! I'll post all the details soon!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ins&gt;Nov. 8&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine &amp; fresh air at the park for a playdate. &lt;br /&gt;A husband that tells me not to worry about the mess &amp; just love on my boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8030273565908838142?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8030273565908838142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8030273565908838142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8030273565908838142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8030273565908838142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-i-wore-wednesday-accessories.html' title='What I wore Wednesday :: accessories'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iLJz1fAGATw/TrrElpgXtWI/AAAAAAAADpU/mXwCWNi-qZ0/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1880440648879060578</id><published>2011-11-07T15:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:11:54.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single-parent sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>single parent sunday :: giving thanks days 4-6</title><content type='html'>i've been keeping a running daily list of things i'm thankful for on my phone. it's much easier than keeping pen &amp;amp; paper around yet also out of reach of the boys. since i'm just mashing all of these together today i'll keep it brief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;november 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;child care at the YMCA&lt;br /&gt;leftover halloween goodie bags&lt;br /&gt;a call to show the condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;november 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing the condo&lt;br /&gt;a clean house&lt;br /&gt;family time&lt;br /&gt;nap time&lt;br /&gt;worked on our christmas card&lt;br /&gt;dinner &amp;amp; coffee with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;november 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up with a little bit of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;babies that didn't cry when left in the nursery&lt;br /&gt;teething swabs for uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;jimmy john's&lt;br /&gt;offer on the condo...even if it's not that great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and since yesterday was sunday...here's my single parent sunday adventure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the boys woke up at their normal 7:15.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we got fed, dressed &amp;amp; out the door with no major meltdowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;got to church &lt;u&gt;EARLY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;got everyone to the bathroom &amp;amp; class on time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and then it repeated for our second go round for night church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;those experiences are few and far between for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;definitely a day i was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;giving thanks with a grateful heart&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1880440648879060578?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1880440648879060578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1880440648879060578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1880440648879060578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1880440648879060578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/single-parent-sunday-giving-thanks-days.html' title='single parent sunday :: giving thanks days 4-6'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8971138206230568653</id><published>2011-11-04T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:12:36.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what i&apos;m listening to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>A few people I'm thankful for :: day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{nana roo} &amp;amp; her special birthday...ok so I meant to add that to yesterday's post. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;as I was typing realized the notes I had been keeping had been deleted by a certain 2 yr old who can't keep his hands off my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mst16Wu-TfU/TrPipFV4psI/AAAAAAAADnI/RKh15kAhu9M/s1600/nanapaparuckelville34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mst16Wu-TfU/TrPipFV4psI/AAAAAAAADnI/RKh15kAhu9M/s320/nanapaparuckelville34.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{nana roo} &amp;amp; {papa steve}&lt;br /&gt;photo by: tom graham&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know that a dear friend is back home in the states (she &amp;amp; family have been in in thailand for 1.5 yrs) and recovering from jetlag. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;happy heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syJRRwwNCP8/SdZjIpVVQZI/AAAAAAAAC-4/wjaSnTTc72I/s1600/IMG_2035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syJRRwwNCP8/SdZjIpVVQZI/AAAAAAAAC-4/wjaSnTTc72I/s320/IMG_2035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{tess} with a brand new {gabe}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Christmas music while cleaning. Love the nostalgia &amp;amp; joy it brings. Especially when listening to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5670968933599726322"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-m6wD4au9w3g/TrNUMvN8yvI/AAAAAAAADnA/qAmcHkd59dA/s288/4.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my friend {abbie}, this is her big brudda, &lt;b&gt;Matt Wertz&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I spent many a Christmas seasons in their cozy house. *sigh* and yes, I'm suddenly filled with childhood nostalgia again...see its just that good! he's working hard at pursuing his dream, so show him some support.  &lt;a href="http://www.mattwertz.com/wc/" target="_blank"&gt;GO GET IT!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also makes me thankful for Abbie &amp;amp; all these years when laughed &amp;amp; cried through life together. Gah! If only texas weren't so far away!! Kiss that sweet niño for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdio2THpdVA/TrPjTF2oGyI/AAAAAAAADnQ/20njZxYqZEc/s1600/bethanyabbieandusatbeach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bdio2THpdVA/TrPjTF2oGyI/AAAAAAAADnQ/20njZxYqZEc/s320/bethanyabbieandusatbeach.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{abbie} &amp;amp; her son {wes-a-wee}, {bethany} &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;me and my boys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New books to read at bedtime. Nothing like the rhythmic sound of a new book to slow down the pace before bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xDnMDGSjWk/TrPjuu2uEkI/AAAAAAAADnY/HP-O9TsZmZM/s1600/kreadingbedtimestory.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_xDnMDGSjWk/TrPjuu2uEkI/AAAAAAAADnY/HP-O9TsZmZM/s320/kreadingbedtimestory.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gift cards &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that had been put away &amp;amp; forgotten about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;to help buy a few groceries while money was low. major blessing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.targetimg2.com/wcsstore/TargetSAS//img/p/13/27/13274623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img2.targetimg2.com/wcsstore/TargetSAS//img/p/13/27/13274623.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8971138206230568653?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8971138206230568653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8971138206230568653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8971138206230568653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8971138206230568653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/few-people-i-thankful-for-day-3.html' title='A few people I&amp;#39;m thankful for :: day 3'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mst16Wu-TfU/TrPipFV4psI/AAAAAAAADnI/RKh15kAhu9M/s72-c/nanapaparuckelville34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1093432082377620932</id><published>2011-11-03T11:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:42:58.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>thankful november adventures :: day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Qy3NuolaY8/TrK-v8irJII/AAAAAAAADmw/1291a_Qe7Co/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Qy3NuolaY8/TrK-v8irJII/AAAAAAAADmw/1291a_Qe7Co/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{sam}s new found love for books&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...and being without pants apparently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can sit him down with a book &amp;amp; he'll stay there for a few minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5670803015597823906"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-pqAk-FHyak0/TrK9TCfsF6I/AAAAAAAADmg/jA32ivEdh8I/s288/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coffee after another night of being up with coughing babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and morning snuggles &amp;amp; art with my big buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5670803023779516914"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_hV_N-3orfc/TrK9Tg-W0fI/AAAAAAAADmo/jWvMLRHBNoE/s400/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little helping hands that actually helped clean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i take out the middle 2 poles of my swiffer and let him go to town&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;amp; he actually gets the floor somewhat cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAh16K8syho/TrLCq5MRWOI/AAAAAAAADm4/VTHRDULd09A/s1600/PSL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAh16K8syho/TrLCq5MRWOI/AAAAAAAADm4/VTHRDULd09A/s320/PSL.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/menu/drinks/espresso/pumpkin-spice-latte?foodZone=9999"&gt;***&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sipping on a decaf pumpkin spice latte while thumbing through some design magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and {auntie kate} for watching the boys last night so i could do so in peace &amp;amp; quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;what moments...things...people are you thankful for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1093432082377620932?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1093432082377620932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1093432082377620932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1093432082377620932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1093432082377620932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankful-november-adventures-day-2.html' title='thankful november adventures :: day 2'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Qy3NuolaY8/TrK-v8irJII/AAAAAAAADmw/1291a_Qe7Co/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6605395405661961706</id><published>2011-11-02T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:52:46.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of thanks'/><title type='text'>beginning a thankful adventure in november</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of those difficult days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Little boys were constantly crying/fussing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;there's a lot of that in my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Naps were being resisted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Meals were boycotted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And this momma was grumpy herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It must have been in the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, it's that time of year we are suppose to be thankful, even when we don't &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized something...like anyone else who went to the store in the past week...Halloween was just here &amp;amp; we are already onto Christmas. And I love the Christmas season but something was screaming out to me. Not just the lack of celebrating or decorating for Thanksgiving. but the fact that we are skipping over a holiday where we  celebrate the blessings we have been given and race onto the holiday where we become mass consumers with the "gimme that. I want that. And that. And that." attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Thanksgiving sets the right attitude for the Christmas season. If we go in knowing how thankful we are for the things we have already been blessed with; it lessens the need for more stuff for ourselves and increases the desire to allow others to have the same incredible feelings of being blessed. No, I'm not talking about the faces of our kids when they open up the gifts under the tree (and who doesn't love that?!), but more so the reaction of people who feel they don't have anything to be thankful for or to celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i've decided to remind myself to &lt;b style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;give thanks&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and not just simply to give it, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grateful heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because there are &lt;u&gt;so&lt;/u&gt; many things daily that i need to see &amp;amp; learn to see in a different light....&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;when we all got up on the wrong side of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here's my list for today:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warm, snuggly, cozy footy pjs on little boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a fridge full of milk...&lt;i style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;these boys go through a gallon a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://distilleryimage6.instagram.com/ab3850de055a11e19896123138142014_6.jpg"&gt;leggings &amp;amp; boots&lt;/a&gt;...these are my replacement for sweats these days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ability to&amp;nbsp;interpret&amp;nbsp;{gabe}s sentences &amp;amp; thoughts&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...sometimes anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i won't solely be writing on the things i'm thankful for &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;today until december 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, but i will include a small list at end of each post at least. i'd love for you to join with me. post it on a blog. on facebook. twitter. email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even more, i'd love to hear from you come december and how your heart has been prepared for the Christmas season. and if you'd like to share it here for all to see, i'd love to give you that opportunity. let me know &amp;amp; please feel free to email kristiruckel {at} gmail {dot} com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6605395405661961706?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6605395405661961706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6605395405661961706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6605395405661961706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6605395405661961706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/beginning-thankful-adventure-in.html' title='beginning a thankful adventure in november'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-5915000931247265956</id><published>2011-11-01T06:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:04:00.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>an adventurous journey of fear to peace</title><content type='html'>there are those times in life when our first response to a situation is fear. our minds go straight for the good stuff...total fear &amp;amp; abandonment. anxiety. stress.&lt;br /&gt;and lots &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok, most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; times it has to do with health or strength of our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we had one of those run-ins this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a mother of boys &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and only boys,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i gave way early to the fact that there would eventually be trips to the ER or urgent care clinic because of some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hopefully just sports&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; accident. and after &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventure-continueswith-twins.html"&gt;the scare with the twins&lt;/a&gt; heart issues &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/06/remembering-adventures-of-last-june.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and the good news a year later&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; i pictured myself visiting pediatric cardiologists frequently. i thought mentally i had gotten at least a loosened grip on the whole doctor thing. and well maybe i had if it had been my boys. instead, the visit was for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had just been to get some antibiotics from the same urgent care clinic 2 days prior because the family practice couldn't fit him in. and then&amp;nbsp;it started with a wicked headache the middle of the night friday. like woke him up outta his sleep never had this kinda headache. i got him some tylenol and said if it was still that bad come morning he should go back to see the doc. and yes, i sent him by himself. he had a headache and dragging along the tribe wouldn't have made anyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then things just got weird. the kinda weird where life becomes surreal and you're sure time has stopped but then you look down and realize your kids are still running circles around you. yeah... and things went like this:&lt;br /&gt;{matt} went in for a headache.&lt;br /&gt;got shot for headache.&lt;br /&gt;passed out.&lt;br /&gt;laid down with feet up.&lt;br /&gt;tried to sit up &amp;amp; &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; passed out again.&lt;br /&gt;got another shot.&lt;br /&gt;doctor calls me to come pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;takes a few hours &amp;amp; 1 bag of IV fluids to bring his blood pressure up.&lt;br /&gt;doc gave some lame&amp;nbsp;explanation that i didn't completely buy. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it was the cold front that came through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body was functioning out of habit. routine maybe. but my mind was off wandering some place else. some place dark and full of the worse case scenarios. there is a history of&amp;nbsp;aneurisms in {matt}s family. just thinking about the chance of him just slipping away unannounced. ugh!&amp;nbsp;yeah i went there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;it's terrible i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as my body was sitting beside like a good wife should,&lt;br /&gt;and my mind wandering off into the unthinkable, undesirable places,&lt;br /&gt;my heart was crying out for peace...the kind that surpasses all understanding.&lt;br /&gt;and there's only one place to find it.&lt;br /&gt;in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no i wasn't thinking or acting clearly enough to have packed my bible, but that's why i got my iphone right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just started reading. reading my daily scripture that i hadn't had time to do yet that morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2 corinthians 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;i was actually a day behind in my reading &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the Lord is always so timely like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and this is what i got to read about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we are pressed on every side...but we are NOT crushed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;..check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;we are perplexed...but NOT driven to despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;...check! check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;we are hunted...but NEVER abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;....&lt;u&gt;CHECK&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;we get knocked down...but NEVER destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;..amen! amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;that's just the sorta peace i was searching for. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He totally didn't let me down!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;because in that moment, i felt like i was all of those things...pressed on every side, perplexed, hunted &amp;amp; being knocked down. and then it struck me. that's exactly how predators kill their prey. and i was so determined to NOT let this be a killing expedition for my enemy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;now, i would like to say that i stayed far from the despair the rest of the night, but i did have to remind myself of the peace i had found. but that's part of the goodness of the bible. when you burn such a great thing into your heart, that's what comes out in times of distress. i just kept it on repeat as i waited for {matt} to wake up from his super long nap thanks to some of the drugs they gave him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;when he woke up about dinner time he was doing better just exhausted. his body had been pumped with drugs and adrenaline for most of the day. we took sunday off and stayed home to rest...cause it was a long day for this momma too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;although it may have started off a little more than rough...it ended in peace. one that surpasses all understanding. and i'm still finding myself there today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;click here &amp;amp; go read some other stories encouragement!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-5915000931247265956?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/5915000931247265956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=5915000931247265956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5915000931247265956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5915000931247265956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/11/adventurous-journey-of-fear-to-peace.html' title='an adventurous journey of fear to peace'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4879006773244657113</id><published>2011-10-31T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:00:12.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>makin' it work monday adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ok, so i don't love halloween per say, but i do love kids, costumes &amp;amp; candy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so how about this instead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BQX4IXOMHc/SSXsJkL0FYI/AAAAAAAACmk/NHFCYuFrZj8/s1600/IMG_0599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BQX4IXOMHc/SSXsJkL0FYI/AAAAAAAACmk/NHFCYuFrZj8/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;dino ben &amp;amp; momma 2008&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;happy dress your kids up &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;take lots of pictures&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;while trying to keep them from eating&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the entire bag of candy day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5ilm9lY2OQ/Tqsn3ndtHGI/AAAAAAAADmY/XYKXZ-OxEos/s1600/IMG_0119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5ilm9lY2OQ/Tqsn3ndtHGI/AAAAAAAADmY/XYKXZ-OxEos/s320/IMG_0119.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;dino gabe 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;while there is often times a single-parent sunday post today...i'm mixin' things up and talking about how i'm makin' it work. not here but over with rachael at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://letterstoames.com/" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;letterstoames&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. yep, my first official guest blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-style: italic;"&gt; yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so stop by, show me some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;comment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; love &amp;amp; follow rachael's blog. she's got 5 kids...and 3 littles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; a lot like my 3 littles! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wife of a musician, iced coffee drinker, sushi lover &amp;amp; RN&amp;nbsp;extraordinare! i know, awesome right?! go on now...check it out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://letterstoames.com/" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;letterstoames.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letterstoames.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="BWS tips button" height="161" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v173/rachaelxpure/ltabutton.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4879006773244657113?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4879006773244657113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=4879006773244657113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4879006773244657113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4879006773244657113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/makin-it-work-monday-adventures.html' title='makin&apos; it work monday adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BQX4IXOMHc/SSXsJkL0FYI/AAAAAAAACmk/NHFCYuFrZj8/s72-c/IMG_0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1083260977822252972</id><published>2011-10-28T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:29:00.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>A parent/teacher conference adventure</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was another first experience. We went to parent/teacher conference at {ben}s preschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when I became old enough to fall into either category of people who attend these parent/teacher conferences, but it's happened. And I still felt awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned there's nothing bad about them when you're kid is a rock star. {ben}s teacher was impressed &amp;amp; excited about everything he was already accomplishing just a few weeks into school...ever! And of course it was great to hear that my boy, my baby boy, is excelling in every area. So I guess we are doing something right and hopefully that will trickle down. From us as parents to the other boys &amp;amp; from {ben} as he learns how to be a big brother &amp;amp; grows into the big brother shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5668586593680381298"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ryvmlA4mlro/TqrdeTbcVXI/AAAAAAAADmI/9zgUOZrBtLc/s288/4.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ben}s teacher gave us a copy of his assessment so far for kindergarten preparedness checklist. And of course he is rocking that too. I myself had felt unprepared about what was expected of him in kindergarten. And now knowing he's well on his way...huge burden lifted. And now I feel more confident and have better direction on what to make sure {gabe} knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5668586602109900242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-C8JSsacy2ag/Tqrdey1MldI/AAAAAAAADmQ/DCVFeXLCoQU/s320/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as {gabe} sings all the songs I sing to him &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;unlike his big brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I have a better estimate of where he is. And he's doing good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/10/26/88ad9655ec4b4c3cbbfa244f9c6203b5_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/10/26/88ad9655ec4b4c3cbbfa244f9c6203b5_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;doing his 'homework'.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for these easy-adapting, quick-learning, song-singing, tender-hearted boys I get the chance to raise into brain-using, God-fearing, gospel-sharing, momma (wife)-loving men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1083260977822252972?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1083260977822252972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1083260977822252972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1083260977822252972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1083260977822252972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/parentteacher-conference-adventure.html' title='A parent/teacher conference adventure'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ryvmlA4mlro/TqrdeTbcVXI/AAAAAAAADmI/9zgUOZrBtLc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-2125362985029877702</id><published>2011-10-27T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:20:56.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama kat&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>flashback adventures:: an ode to the studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{matt} and i met in college at oral roberts university.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EAf09g1qIQ/Tqmo61M0mxI/AAAAAAAADls/s8MVyybHth8/s1600/DSC013602004_-57.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EAf09g1qIQ/Tqmo61M0mxI/AAAAAAAADls/s8MVyybHth8/s320/DSC013602004_-57.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he was a music technology major.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i was a comm major.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason our paths ever even crossed was because of mutual friends who inevitably ended up pairing us together on every outing we went on. guess it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{matt} had an on campus job in the music lab. i know sounds so...boring. when in fact, that's where we hung out quite a bit. not only was he the 'go-to' tech guy when someone had questions, he also started recording an cd project with a close friend. so it became his second home. and my study place. i'd go in and sit in the back of the room with my spanish or whatever else i had. we would casually interact. i'd get my work done with minimal distractions. and i learned what all those crazy knobs &amp;amp; buttons on a sound board are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arDJM2Gr1Zs/TqmnyHlmkbI/AAAAAAAADlk/WfzuWBP54qc/s1600/DSC002022004_-1568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-arDJM2Gr1Zs/TqmnyHlmkbI/AAAAAAAADlk/WfzuWBP54qc/s320/DSC002022004_-1568.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would bring him candy or a little snack. and i'd stay til curfew. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, my college had a curfew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; he'd always stay late because he had a work excuse. so i'd kiss him goodnight and rush back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLQstq0Op1Q/TqmmbRiPTbI/AAAAAAAADlU/b1aMMJ6CU2g/s1600/DSC002092004_-1635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLQstq0Op1Q/TqmmbRiPTbI/AAAAAAAADlU/b1aMMJ6CU2g/s320/DSC002092004_-1635.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;see other people came to hang out too.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't mind me in my work out clothes :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got married and moved away. but the recording followed us half way across the country. he's good at what he does so people want to use his talents. i hung out with him in the studio a little, but not quite as much as before. i no longer had my homework to occupy me. and it was boring. i wasn't singing or playing the drums or guitar. my interest wasn't in the music itself, it was in time with him. and he was in the work zone. the do not bother me zone. plus he was often gone late nights since he was doing it after work hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we moved into our house and built the sweet studio in the garage, i thought maybe i'd visit more often. i could visit after the kids were in bed. bring the baby monitor with me and not feel like a neglectful mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQF7wc4omPE/TqmpqVKk1wI/AAAAAAAADl0/rMrcWNpuNeA/s1600/studio+desk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQF7wc4omPE/TqmpqVKk1wI/AAAAAAAADl0/rMrcWNpuNeA/s320/studio+desk.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KiJ7QULwLC0/TqmpsRoAUvI/AAAAAAAADl8/fdWPXgdplEs/s1600/studio+drum+room.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KiJ7QULwLC0/TqmpsRoAUvI/AAAAAAAADl8/fdWPXgdplEs/s320/studio+drum+room.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let's just say i loved the fact that he was closer was a plus. but actually didn't bring me in too much more. well, maybe i popped my head in more often, but not the long leisurely hangouts like we had in college. things had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was now preoccupied with babies, sleeping babies, dishes, laundry and dirty floors.&lt;br /&gt;i was there in heart but i had already won him over. and the studio became his space. his version of the man cave. and that was a-ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we moved outta the house, the studio has been relocated to church. and i bring the boys with me to visit&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so they can bang on the drums and play guitars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;instead of my girl-friends. bring him dinner instead of candy. but i still leave early &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to put the boys to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and wait for him at home instead of my tiny dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/hallelujah/id475658493?i=475658591"&gt;check out the newest song he's been working on &lt;/a&gt;for our friend/ pastor adam cates!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;inspired by mama kat's writer's workshop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-2125362985029877702?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/2125362985029877702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=2125362985029877702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2125362985029877702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/2125362985029877702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/flashback-adventures-before-we-were.html' title='flashback adventures:: an ode to the studio'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1EAf09g1qIQ/Tqmo61M0mxI/AAAAAAAADls/s8MVyybHth8/s72-c/DSC013602004_-57.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3209760801411025512</id><published>2011-10-26T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:06:04.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>a middle child adventure</title><content type='html'>yes with 4 children i still have a middle child...having twins will do that to ya. but i'm not too worried, seeing as i was a middle child myself. i know you're surprised. you couldn't tell by how well adjusted i am. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;haha! kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but for real, i think i only kinda counted as a middle child. really i acted more like an older child being my big sis is 6.5 year older than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that being said, i'm trying to find alone time with this sweet 2.5 yr old middle child of 4 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqSrY3cQ0n4/TqV7_qdMBTI/AAAAAAAADlI/Gy1w7xEnviM/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-24+at+10.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqSrY3cQ0n4/TqV7_qdMBTI/AAAAAAAADlI/Gy1w7xEnviM/s320/Photo+on+2011-10-24+at+10.33.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;his life has been...well a little crazy thus far. i hope it won't always be this insane, but the realistic side of me would like to laugh out loud at that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{gabe} is currently in that stage when he just needs me to slow down. take the time to listen &amp;amp; gently instruct. and love on him. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;he definitely got short-changed&amp;nbsp;on the whole time with mom thing once the twins arrived. i hate that, but it's true. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he is learning how to talk and communicate his needs and wants. but when i don't give him the time it just comes out as wailing screams and cries. and who wants a day full of that instead hearing his sweet little voice that sometimes lisps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;generally i can guess what the whine is all about but that completely misses the point. i need him to learn to talk. i need him to know that he is important and his needs are heard. i need him to not break my ear drums with varying high pitched squeals for the next 16 years he is living in my house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's time for him to experience some consistency. from us as parents &amp;amp; just life in general. as his parents {matt} &amp;amp; i have to be on the same page when it comes to dealing with this junk. thankfully we pretty much are. but it's not just there being consistency between us, we must also display it dealing with&amp;nbsp;our boys. that's the hard part of having little ones i think. especially when they are all so close together like ours. they all need different kinds of consistency. consistency in daily on-goings, in discipline, in food, in people. which is so hard for my super-laid back un-planning self. it's always an on-going process...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but it amazes me that when it's just the 2 of us, he talks in complete sentences. he actually will talk my ear off. sending {ben} to preschool has probably benefitted {gabe} more than anyone else. &amp;nbsp;when i put the little boys down for a nap he has some time with just me. we sit and color or 'do school' or take pictures or read a book or watch a movie while he tells me everything he sees. those moments are sweet. it's worth the work it takes to be consistent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that all my positive actions may still result in him acting &amp;amp; feeling like the dreaded middle child. but i must say...i learned at an early age that sometimes the middle is the sweetest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3209760801411025512?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3209760801411025512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3209760801411025512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3209760801411025512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3209760801411025512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/middle-child-adventure.html' title='a middle child adventure'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqSrY3cQ0n4/TqV7_qdMBTI/AAAAAAAADlI/Gy1w7xEnviM/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-10-24+at+10.33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6843235424428174486</id><published>2011-10-21T06:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T06:18:00.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>it's about that time again...or is it?!</title><content type='html'>{ben} was 15mo when we found out that {gabe} was on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVy_LpxwnbQ/TqDY7MQ6HeI/AAAAAAAADkg/cC0U5VPjfEY/s1600/IMG_8992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVy_LpxwnbQ/TqDY7MQ6HeI/AAAAAAAADkg/cC0U5VPjfEY/s320/IMG_8992.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{gabe} was 16mo when {sam} &amp;amp; {matty} were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVRXBupUmnM/TqDfBMWMG6I/AAAAAAAADkw/0lg2SWSOabE/s1600/gabejuly2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVRXBupUmnM/TqDfBMWMG6I/AAAAAAAADkw/0lg2SWSOabE/s320/gabejuly2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today &lt;i&gt;the 21st&lt;/i&gt;. today, the twins are 15mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E3F-xaio90/TqDgCLwtpHI/AAAAAAAADk4/cFTkGiyd_4k/s1600/M15mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E3F-xaio90/TqDgCLwtpHI/AAAAAAAADk4/cFTkGiyd_4k/s320/M15mo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NBoCHOUfVo/TqDgFDe3VLI/AAAAAAAADlA/JY8xTmTLWB4/s1600/S15mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9NBoCHOUfVo/TqDgFDe3VLI/AAAAAAAADlA/JY8xTmTLWB4/s320/S15mo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what you ask?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. i love seeing all the boys at the same age. it lets you see all the similarities &amp;amp; differences more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;B. well here's a bit of a confession...ready...&lt;br /&gt;i have a slight case of baby fever...&lt;br /&gt;there i said it. no taking it back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. i know. what am i thinking?! it definitely is NOT time for me to get pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i can't help myself. seeing all these new little babies everywhere...it melts the mommy heart in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear me out for a sec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;to try or not to try for a girl?!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only truly have the slightest inclination, like 15%, for a baby girl. and the 85%...deathly afraid it would be another boy. i mean just the thought of &lt;b&gt;5 boys&lt;/b&gt;...scary! and as of late, {ben} has told me that he wants a baby sister. it freaks me out when kids say stuff like that cause so many times they are right on point. i'm just thankful he didn't ask if there was a baby in my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the whole 1 baby vs. 2 babies thing:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the last pregnancy was twins people. i won't say it was terrible, but it was hard. my little body worked in over drive. i know that i could totally handle another pregnancy with less gripping and more action. that belly wouldn't hold me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just having 1 newborn. solo bebe. that would be awesome. yes there would still be lack of sleep and diaper changes. but what i have to compare it to now...i mean i'm already changing diapers so nothings really changing in that neighborhood anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the breastfeeding...ha! once you've tandem nursed twins you've climbed the highest mountain. although, i might just miss snuggling 2 babies then...might...maybe...ok, probably. cause who doesn't love double the baby snuggles?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;we're young. the boys are young.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we both are only 28 &amp;amp; i have several more years of prime childbearing years ahead of me. and while we do have age on our side, i also don't want to look or feel as though i've aged 20 years overnight. there are some days that my personal space limit was reached and crossed as i became a human jungle gym to all of the boys. but we also have time to sit on it and wait. these twins may literally break me. and think on this, i would have...a 5 year old, a 3 year old &amp;amp; 2-2 year olds...then plus a newborn. now doesn't &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; sound like fun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and while all of these are great and valid points...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see that any of them are a good enough reason to have another. i'm trying to enjoy my boys. i feel as though i've missed out on the 1 year old stage with both {ben} and {gabe} so now i'm doing it double time with {sam} and {matty}. we've talked about it. continually. i think it's an evolving decision. we have given ourselves a couple of years to finalize the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the decision is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now it is that our quiver is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; with 4 boys. sorry to disappoint the few of you who were hoping i'd be making a different kind of announcement. sorry, no little beauty joining our tribe at this time. i'm learning to accept the fact that the twins were more than likely my last pregnancy. my last baby experience. my last set of firsts. and while i barely remember most of those times, i will not selfishly fulfill my need to excel at being pregnant. and in that, my mind &amp;amp; heart find peace. and excitement for a new season. one that is no longer full of babies and feeling left behind to tend to the little one(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to me &amp;amp; my 5 guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6843235424428174486?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6843235424428174486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6843235424428174486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6843235424428174486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6843235424428174486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-about-that-time-againor-is-it.html' title='it&apos;s about that time again...or is it?!'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVy_LpxwnbQ/TqDY7MQ6HeI/AAAAAAAADkg/cC0U5VPjfEY/s72-c/IMG_8992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6541674828140270275</id><published>2011-10-20T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T06:30:00.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embrace the camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>adventurous attempts at kite flying :: take 2</title><content type='html'>i spent some time last weekend sitting on a screened-in-porch at a gorgeous beach house &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we&amp;nbsp;had a worship retreat with the crew from &lt;a href="http://newlifevirginiabeach.org/"&gt;NLVB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the quaint town of duck, nc. it was one of those sweet moments that i wanted to capture in a bottle and keep forever. the breeze blowing. the kids playing sweetly. the warmth of the sun on my legs. the sound of the ocean as it crashes against the shore. &lt;i&gt;sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was everything i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;love &amp;amp; adore&lt;/span&gt; about fall days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltqn0mSn38M/TpmxyUlhPII/AAAAAAAADjg/WemERCEVy_c/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-15+at+11.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltqn0mSn38M/TpmxyUlhPII/AAAAAAAADjg/WemERCEVy_c/s320/Photo+on+2011-10-15+at+11.57.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matty}, {gabe} &amp;amp; {sam}&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the one in pink is the&lt;br /&gt;closest thing to a daughter i have {hayden}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEaf2g97qSk/Tpmyt7gNbjI/AAAAAAAADjw/lOseyRERZAI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-15+at+11.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HEaf2g97qSk/Tpmyt7gNbjI/AAAAAAAADjw/lOseyRERZAI/s320/Photo+on+2011-10-15+at+11.53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ben} got distracted by a little brother &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;then refused to take anymore pictures with me. grump!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;see it's &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;supa dupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; windy in the outer banks. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the wright brothers knew what was up when they picked this place when trying to figure out how to fly. yes, kitty hawk, north carolina peeps. look it up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;well we decided that we should take advantage of the wind here too. and so out we set on our kite flying adventure :: take 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop...the infamous &lt;a href="http://store.kittyhawk.com/"&gt;kitty hawk kites &lt;/a&gt;store to buy a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; kite. and by that i mean made of nylon not just plastic. {ben} picked out this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://store.kittyhawk.com/Stealth-Bomber-Plane-56-Inch-Delta-Kite-P140.aspx"&gt;stealth bomber &lt;/a&gt;kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stop...a park. the best place to fly the kites in the outer banks is on the beach. but with so many little ones and the sand &amp;amp; water, i wasn't so thrilled with that idea. instead we headed up to &lt;a href="http://www.currituckbeachlight.com/gallery.php"&gt;corolla, nc by the lighthouse&lt;/a&gt;. they have a huge open field where we knew we could fly the kite without trees or power lines in the way. it was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was gorgeous kite flying conditions. {gabe} &amp;amp; {ben} both got to fly the kite. they were so pumped. stoked would be a better description. eventually dinner time came and we were all ready to leave in search of food. much more sucessful than the previous trip. if you have no idea what i'm talking about, &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventurous-attempts-at-kite-flying.html"&gt;read this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's times like these i'm thankful for my iphone. between {matt} &amp;amp; i we got some great shots of our adventuring....all in all, a great trip to the outer banks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOD36HnN_Qg/Tp8eLaAz15I/AAAAAAAADj4/XBhzbuIcFFA/s1600/k+iphone+oct+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bOD36HnN_Qg/Tp8eLaAz15I/AAAAAAAADj4/XBhzbuIcFFA/s400/k+iphone+oct+2011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ppwTclMHE8/Tp8emYtPGaI/AAAAAAAADkE/zHXLI2A08vo/s1600/308435_615980728312_79100037_32634215_431355548_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ppwTclMHE8/Tp8emYtPGaI/AAAAAAAADkE/zHXLI2A08vo/s320/308435_615980728312_79100037_32634215_431355548_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me retrieving the twins from their escape&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7fsDeV_TkI/Tp8epPo2obI/AAAAAAAADkM/-sb1MYhMt7g/s1600/295716_615980788192_79100037_32634216_529061923_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d7fsDeV_TkI/Tp8epPo2obI/AAAAAAAADkM/-sb1MYhMt7g/s320/295716_615980788192_79100037_32634216_529061923_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matt} with the twins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFSRcVpBTK0/Tp8ezBbyLVI/AAAAAAAADkU/5bvggHj4oxU/s1600/IMG_2631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFSRcVpBTK0/Tp8ezBbyLVI/AAAAAAAADkU/5bvggHj4oxU/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ben}'s trick kite flying &amp;amp; his fans in awe &amp;amp; wonder&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{ben}'s favorite thing to do...fly the kite with his feet. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he's totally my kid. i did stuff like that all the time when i was younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and one time it got away from him and {matt}, the wonderful dad that he is, went running and then flopping after it as the kite began to fly away. i laughed so hard i couldn't breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remembering to embrace the camera! have you lately?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/15yi6ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6541674828140270275?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6541674828140270275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6541674828140270275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6541674828140270275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6541674828140270275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventurous-attempts-at-kite-flying_20.html' title='adventurous attempts at kite flying :: take 2'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltqn0mSn38M/TpmxyUlhPII/AAAAAAAADjg/WemERCEVy_c/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-10-15+at+11.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-5051178858386498062</id><published>2011-10-19T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:17:47.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>making a lifestyle adjustment is an great adventure</title><content type='html'>since the twins were born july 2010 our lives have been...busy. yes, that is a grave understatement, but it is pretty precise description. there were so many things going on and i learned early on that i &lt;i&gt;shouldn't&lt;/i&gt; do it all just because i was physically capable. and well, really, i &lt;i&gt;wasn't&lt;/i&gt; physically capable of much. between pumping and nursing, trying to feed myself &amp;amp; the big boys, changing diapers on my 3 under 2....that was more than enough to fill my day. i figured that time was my most precious commodity. no, not money. i wasn't really leaving the house so no extra money was being spent...unless you count doctor's appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time was &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of the essence. i felt the pull of motherhood in every. single. direction. and the place i truly cared about the least was the kitchen. i don't really enjoy cooking. i'm not in love with food. i mean, i like it, but i don't ever think about what my next meal can be or dream of trying new recipes. sorry, it's just not in my blood. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but if i do find a good one, i'll be sure to share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; all that to say, i sacrificed time in the kitchen making food for time with my boys. in the past year we've eaten a lot of processed, pre-prepared foods and just as much take out. yeah...it's gross. and we all have felt equally as gross. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;also, {ben} has had a few traumatic trips to the dentist. but that's a story in &amp;amp; of itself for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but times are changing. the twins are gaining independence daily &amp;amp; explore &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; everything. {gabe} &amp;amp; {ben} are learning how to play with one another and not just tackle each other. and they are all eating more... in amounts and variety of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we are making a significant lifestyle adjustment. we're meal planning. we're modifying and cutting somethings out. we are being the conscience consumers/ eaters we always wanted to be and just never were. now we aren't going straight organic on everything, but it does make&amp;nbsp;decision making a little easier if it's organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of the very first changes we made several months ago was to be a whole grain or wheat family. in pasta, breads, crackers. &amp;nbsp;we eat a lot of grains cause we have little hands that like to self-feed &amp;amp; texture is still often times an issue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we don't buy sweets. plain &amp;amp; simple. if they are in the house we eat them. if they aren't, it's the easiest excuse to give the boys why they can't have cookies. &lt;i&gt;we don't have any&lt;/i&gt;. we do buy some for special&amp;nbsp;occasions&amp;nbsp;or treats, but they aren't a regular on the grocery list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are cutting out high fructose corn syrup. it's still a process but there are some things we consumer regularly that have it in there. {ben}'s teeth have been such an issue and i'd like to try to prevent the other boys from having to go through the same thing. i know it isn't the only solve, but it's in-line with the healthier lifestyle we are working towards. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;like ketchup, syrup, salad dressings &amp;amp; yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we are stocking the fridge rather than the pantry. when you buy fresh it's usually a healthier alternative to having stuff in the pantry. eating lots of fruits, cheese &amp;amp; yogurt for snacks rather than cookies or chips. it's fall so we are taking advantage of some great in season vegetables. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;totally gonna need a bigger fridge as these boys get bigger! i'm thinking a subzero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meal planning. we consume 5 small meals a day. i've done this since college and it's worked great for me...especially through pregnancy. so all meals, including snacks are planned. otherwise i get flustered and stressed while kids are whining at the table waiting for food &amp;amp; i just end up reaching for the &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;solution. but if i know what i'm already getting then it's no big deal to listen to the whining a few extra seconds. it also helps to cut down on the &lt;i&gt;i'm bored &lt;/i&gt;snacking...no one needs that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we do still eat out at least on sundays. with our schedule that day, dinner out is all i can make happen. and i'm ok with that. and we do have frozen pizza night on wednesdays when {matt} has to hurry out the door to worship practice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;besides food stuff, we've also re-joined the YMCA that is literally in my backyard. i have no excuse not to go. i can make it there walking &amp;amp; carrying both the twins with no stroller. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and to all of my non-east coast friends, the YMCA is not a homeless shelter here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;people actually go &amp;amp; work out and leave their children in the childcare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;i try to go at least 3 times a week. the last time i had worked out, previous to this, was right after i'd found out i was pregnant with what i would eventually find out was the twins. at that time i was just pregnant and working out either gave me a huge appetite or made me painfully ill. yes, after several of those workouts i went straight to mcdonald's and got a nice, greasy, calorie-packed cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we are in our own place &amp;amp; the walls aren't terribly thin &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and we also have very gracious neighbors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, we get to sleep train the twins again. that means letting them cry it out. we usually wake up with someone in the bed with us, but that happens with 4 kids. everyone has their off nights and with 4 kiddos it's bound to be somebody's night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just thankful that {matt} and i are on the same page about it all. that makes it ten times easier! who needs to wait for january 1st for resolutions?! september/october work just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;let it be known that i totally was eating chick-fil-a while typing this! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;see, it's a work in progress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-5051178858386498062?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/5051178858386498062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=5051178858386498062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5051178858386498062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5051178858386498062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/making-lifestyle-adjustment-is-great.html' title='making a lifestyle adjustment is an great adventure'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3489865724049674456</id><published>2011-10-13T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T16:02:26.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embrace the camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>adventurous attempts at kite flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its always quite the excursion when we go out with all 4 of the boys...especially when we go to the park. we haven't quite figure out how to manage them all yet, but we're getting better at it. although, there is one park here that {ben} loves to go to and the playground area is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;huge. &lt;/span&gt;and of course that means lots of fun too. it stresses {matt} &amp;amp; i both out because we can't let the babies down to just to run around. so we both hold a twin and chase one of the big boys. yes, it is as exhausting as it sounds. but it makes for happy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and just as exhausted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but the best part is the &lt;i&gt;'mountain'&lt;/i&gt; that the boys can run and climb. and although i use the word &lt;i&gt;'mountain', &lt;/i&gt;it's a glorified hill that is named&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Trashmore_Park"&gt; mount trashmore&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yep we play on an old landfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and it's the best place to fly a kite in town. so after about 20 minutes of playing on the playground, we sent the boys up the&lt;i&gt; 'mountain'&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5663044049709996418" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zWHu4cdilmM/TpcsjyJamYI/AAAAAAAADik/sxn-RQGG3eE/s288/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{sam} &amp;amp; {matty} were trying to catch up&lt;br /&gt;and instead fell down.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{ben} can just about make it to the top without stopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{gabe} wears out pretty quickly. the grass + '&lt;i&gt;mountain'&lt;/i&gt; climbing = needs to hold momma or daddy's hand to finish the race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{sam} &amp;amp; {matty} get carried to the top and then let go for wandering. but it seems that all they wanted to do was inspect what i thought were aerated pieces of dirt &amp;amp; later upon further inspection found it was actually goose poop. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;so gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; so i was busy trying to keep them from putting it in their mouths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CRlsVgE4-Q/TpdNiOSW7UI/AAAAAAAADi0/Cz5w-xI2Aps/s1600/IMG_2569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CRlsVgE4-Q/TpdNiOSW7UI/AAAAAAAADi0/Cz5w-xI2Aps/s320/IMG_2569.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;it starts like this. watching intently &lt;br /&gt;while dad puts the kite together...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;{matt}bought a kite just for this particular family outing. a cheap one. and let's just say, lessoned learned, cheap kites don't fly well. so it took a while to put together and &lt;i&gt;stay&lt;/i&gt; together. we got it up a few times but nothing really long enough for {ben} to have a turn flying it. {ben} thought we were just playing a really long and non-funny joke on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5663044074866035634" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-K4oNRV8sbgk/TpcslP3FS7I/AAAAAAAADis/JTmS9lw67og/s320/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and eventually they start to scatter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but isn't that just how family outings work...80% craziness with 20% successful memory making moments?! it was just fun to watch the boys run and explore the &lt;i&gt;'mountain'&lt;/i&gt;. i snapped a few pictures on my iphone and that was good enough for me. i even remembered to make sure i was in a few of them so the boys can see that i was there...even if all they remember is their dad's attempts at flying a kite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Asp84rJc2To/TpdPJ2DZrTI/AAAAAAAADjA/DF_JHOVXrFA/s1600/iphone+picturesvideos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Asp84rJc2To/TpdPJ2DZrTI/AAAAAAAADjA/DF_JHOVXrFA/s320/iphone+picturesvideos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huLjlVDcNH0/TpdPgMUP7mI/AAAAAAAADjI/GPQPAn4V0E4/s1600/iphone+picturesvideos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-huLjlVDcNH0/TpdPgMUP7mI/AAAAAAAADjI/GPQPAn4V0E4/s320/iphone+picturesvideos1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me wrestling the {twins} &lt;br /&gt;in attempt to keep them away from the goose poop.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;and for your viewing pleasure...a video clip of what it's like to go with us to the park. enjoy! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and yes, it's ok to laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/zXFevQ4yh5s/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXFevQ4yh5s?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXFevQ4yh5s?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;done in effort to learn how to embrace the camera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/15yi6ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3489865724049674456?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3489865724049674456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3489865724049674456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3489865724049674456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3489865724049674456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventurous-attempts-at-kite-flying.html' title='adventurous attempts at kite flying'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-zWHu4cdilmM/TpcsjyJamYI/AAAAAAAADik/sxn-RQGG3eE/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4075347272354621162</id><published>2011-10-10T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:39:13.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>one of my houdini adventures</title><content type='html'>i'm back from my&amp;nbsp;impromptu&amp;nbsp;hiatus. i did not intend to disappear...let alone for a couple of weeks. life got the best of me between sick boys, moving, settling in, entire family catching a cold/fall allergies, getting condo ready for an open house, family pictures. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;phew!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;exhausting it was, but i &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; say...i think i've found my words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so yes, lots has happened in the time i've been gone. but truthfully, none of it was too worthy of writing about. i was in one of those eternally grumpy moods &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my poor husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and felt like if i didn't have anything nice to say, i just shouldn't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so i didn't...not here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not twitter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not emails.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;phone calls or texts much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i became houdini and vanished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to be honest it gave my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; introverted self time to recharge and process. it's been good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i could fill y'all in on all the details, but i'm not so sure i want to re-live it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;instead...how about a few of my fav new family pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we had as much fun as i'd hoped &amp;amp; i love how they turned out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-bzpltxw-Q/TpOteLi6aeI/AAAAAAAADgo/RkD5t0OSaMA/s1600/DSC_4775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-bzpltxw-Q/TpOteLi6aeI/AAAAAAAADgo/RkD5t0OSaMA/s320/DSC_4775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaNUNrc-kw/TpO5y8q-pEI/AAAAAAAADig/YyN8Rkg9k-k/s1600/Ruckel+Family+Photos+charity+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYaNUNrc-kw/TpO5y8q-pEI/AAAAAAAADig/YyN8Rkg9k-k/s640/Ruckel+Family+Photos+charity+2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'll be updating the meet the adventurers page with our new pictures. so if you wanna see more...&lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/p/meet-adventurers.html"&gt;go check them out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and pictures of the condo to come soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4075347272354621162?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4075347272354621162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=4075347272354621162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4075347272354621162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4075347272354621162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-of-my-houdini-adventures.html' title='one of my houdini adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-bzpltxw-Q/TpOteLi6aeI/AAAAAAAADgo/RkD5t0OSaMA/s72-c/DSC_4775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1308879698389440119</id><published>2011-09-18T12:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:00:30.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single-parent sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>single parent sundays-full weekend edition</title><content type='html'>my wonderful hard working husband is at it again...digging in &amp;amp; pulling long, hard hours. but instead of being in the studio, he's laying new flooring &amp;amp; tiling the bathrooms at our condo. he was on a role thursday night so i told him he could just stay the night &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he had friday morning off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; get up early to keep working. which meant i had to get all the boys up &amp;amp; out the door by 8:05 to take ben to preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;normally not a big deal, just like sunday morning i thought, except that ben was the only one who needed to be fully presentable. and i was doing good...3 boys dressed &amp;amp; diapers changed. and then i pulled {sam} outta bed. what happened next i can't even explain without gagging so i won't. but it was gross. and IT got on the carpet. that's when i knew it was very much like a sunday morning...when everything goes wrong. i rinsed {sam} off &amp;amp; threw some clothes on him to get out the door. we made it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then upon our return...{gabe} had the same sort of nasty incident in the car just as we got home. in. the. car! so, with arms full of babies &amp;amp; a toddler who won't walk...we somehow made it up the stairs &amp;amp; straight to the bathroom. *sigh* i was already super tired. and thankfully so were the boys. i put everyone down for a nap and went to get the carseat and wipe down anything in the car that might have a lingering scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only minor cuts &amp;amp; frustrations while dismantling the car seat. thankfully it came out completely clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was just friday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next 36 hours were full of puking and clean up. nasty diapers and clean up. lots of cartoons. and open windows airing out the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;stinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of desperation saturday morning, i texted {matt} &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;who was at a men's retreat for church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;that i really needed some support. there were 4 needy boys with lots of different needs that this momma couldn't meet on her own. of course he didn't get it right away because cell service was few &amp;amp; far between. but once he did, he was on his way home. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that man! i love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; he came swooping in with diapers, pedialite &amp;amp; crackers. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and look what happens when we just ask for help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i perceived to be a never ending single parent weekend was cut short. and although i am not a fan of the reason for it, i'm thankful i do not have to do this parenting alone. i sincerely think that this is what is meant in vows when they say "for better or for worse. in sickness &amp;amp; in health" &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, they are talking about the kids too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's now sunday afternoon and the boys are still fighting this bug but thankfully it's still just {sam} &amp;amp; {gabe}. twins asleep. {gabe} snuggling. {ben} chatting up a storm. and watching football...oh, and loving the cool fall air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5653761071810111314'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d8APuKi1pHI/TnYxvWosZ1I/AAAAAAAADgQ/d4HfcZH8LRo/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1308879698389440119?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1308879698389440119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1308879698389440119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1308879698389440119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1308879698389440119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/09/single-parent-sundays-full-weekend.html' title='single parent sundays-full weekend edition'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d8APuKi1pHI/TnYxvWosZ1I/AAAAAAAADgQ/d4HfcZH8LRo/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8020918810141785662</id><published>2011-09-15T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T06:33:00.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family pictures'/><title type='text'>an obsessive adventure with family pictures</title><content type='html'>my current obsession is family pictures. while we were &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/adventures-hiding-from-hurricane-irene.html"&gt;hiding from hurricane irene&lt;/a&gt; in south carolina, my sister in law &amp;amp; i thought we'd grab some quick pics of the cousins. we went and bought some shirts and all...then we left early and they didn't happen. i was bummed. but...bright side...i got to plan out some even better outfits. i get it in my head and i can't stop until it's settled. it makes me thankful that i'm not this crazy about more stuff. it's exhausting and time consuming. and i love it!&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;last august is when we had&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/p/meet-adventurers.html"&gt;our last official family pictures&lt;/a&gt;. the twins were 6 weeks old...definitely time for a new family portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i also love are sites like &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/kristiruckel/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;polyvore&lt;/a&gt; where i can find get ideas &amp;amp; try them on &lt;i&gt;virtually&lt;/i&gt;. oh the adventurous life a stay at home momma.&amp;nbsp;excited to shop for some fall clothes. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;which made me more excited for fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;oh the fresh crisp air. *sigh*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which is nowhere to be found here because it's still HUMID! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;wait, you really thought i'd take the boys shopping with me?! umm no! that is alone time this momma needs...the spinning thoughts of my mind are chaotic enough without having little boys literally spinning in circles and pulling things off racks. i will enjoy every second of sorting through racks of clothes by.my.self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment i have everything but the shoes&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;necessarily&amp;nbsp;bought but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;picked out. the shoes...always give me trouble because i don't want to go buy new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this. this is what i'm most excited about...for {matt} &amp;amp; i or maybe {sam} &amp;amp; {matty}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5651548467518773618"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2o57r_pnsK0/Tm5VY1VcGXI/AAAAAAAADgM/1FWpp4F-f7c/s320/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's a sneak peek at our color scheme. sorry i can't do just white shirts &amp;amp; jeans/khakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="height: 500px; position: relative; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/color_scheme/set?.embedder=2810484&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=36979997" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="color scheme" border="0" height="400" src="http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/36979997/id/ancJi2-d4BG91gYIIQ8iVQ/size/x.jpg" title="color scheme" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/color_scheme/set?.embedder=2810484&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=36979997"&gt;color scheme&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://kristiruckel.polyvore.com/?.embedder=2810484&amp;amp;.mid=embed"&gt;kristiruckel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;stay tuned! we'll have pictures done in the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8020918810141785662?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8020918810141785662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8020918810141785662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8020918810141785662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8020918810141785662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/09/obsessive-adventure-with-family.html' title='an obsessive adventure with family pictures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2o57r_pnsK0/Tm5VY1VcGXI/AAAAAAAADgM/1FWpp4F-f7c/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1224136175290909733</id><published>2011-09-14T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:05:19.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><title type='text'>life adventures with my faithful God</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;my God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;especially&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the crazy mess of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was faithful in &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/single-parent-sundays-our-house-selling.html"&gt;selling our house&lt;/a&gt;. 2.5 weeks and SOLD with a bidding war! what?! that's unheard of you say. you are correct.&lt;br /&gt;my God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned on moving back into our condo that we were renting. gave the&amp;nbsp;tenant&amp;nbsp;sufficient notice but they were terrible and would not leave.&lt;br /&gt;but my God is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister-in-law &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bless her ever-loving soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; opened the doors of her home to us...and all that we are &amp;amp; bring. we had a place to stay and call home until further notice. it's a 3rd floor walk up, but when you are borderline homeless you take what you can get. and it's been the most gracious gift.&lt;br /&gt;my God is faithful and overly abundant in giving grace to all &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;7!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of us up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeks later...tenant still not moving out, so we work towards the eviction process.&amp;nbsp;our tenant, who was suppose to be out on the 10th, had told us that they would not be moving until the end of the month.&amp;nbsp;i trust my faithful God, that He will work things out in our favor and for His glory. and sure enough, He has! by the evening of the 11th our condo was completely vacated! what?! where did the change of heart come from?&amp;nbsp;i'm still in awe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the rehabbing that must take place after it being a rental for the last 4 years. now just praying the same favor on that place that was on our house. we need to get this place sold! now that we are a family of 6, we have different needs than when we bought this condo or our house.&amp;nbsp;i know it will sell. and i know a new home will be provided.&lt;br /&gt;my God is faithful, or haven't you heard?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if it seems that things are coming to head for you, remember, that God is faithful. just continue to be obedient in what you've been called to do. He honors that. remember that it is out of your hands so just keep on travelling the path of point A to point B. because if He is suppose to intervene at point B and you stopped halfway...He can't step in. you've taken it into your hands and have therefore made it harder to get to point B.&lt;br /&gt;so hang on because our God is faithful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and remember, if you're needing to be encouraged, click the box below and read some more great posts. i'm sure that there's something that fits your situation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1224136175290909733?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1224136175290909733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1224136175290909733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1224136175290909733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1224136175290909733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-adventures-with-my-faithful-god.html' title='life adventures with my faithful God'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1359564024330944415</id><published>2011-09-12T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T09:48:52.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>the adventures of a nickname</title><content type='html'>i've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; loved nicknames...the ones that graduate from an experience or mispoken name and stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not so much a fan of pet names that stick...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i don't want to call your child cuddlelebug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;because i guarantee they aren't being so&amp;nbsp;cuddly to me&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the naming of our boys {matt} and i agreed that we wanted strong names that could be shortened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so benjamin became {ben}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gabriel became {gabe}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;samuel became {sam}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and matthew became {matty}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and while i love the boys shortened names, that's all they are to me. shortened, not nicknames.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so from there we've tested out many a pet name. ya know, trying them on for size to see what fits or stays as a nickname. there have been some quite hilarious...for example, {ben} was meatball as he gained 3lbs. in a month! {gabe} has been referred to as sumo or butterball cause that kid had some good ole baby chub rolls. {sam} is often called beefcake because he just is. and our little {matty} guy is lovingly called peanut or peanut butter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;and often smells of it since currently that's all the protein i can get him to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but let's face the facts...these are all just not gonna work for public usage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it happened over time. {gabe} became {gabers}. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and thankfully NOT butterball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not quite sure where or how it started exactly. not sure if that's how {ben} in his little 2 year old-learning how to speak voice said it or if that's how i heard him say it. but he was proud of his little brother and introduced him to everyone...and this is my brother {gabers}. the silly name fits our silly boy perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and i love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we began going to a new church the beginning of the year everyone there, especially the teachers in the 2 year old room call my buddy {gabers}. for now he doesn't seem to care or mind it. i guess time will tell. and the real test will be once he goes to school. i'm waiting for the day he asks me not to call him {gabers} but i still hope it never will.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; a momma can dream right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6SUMfEHk98/Tm4YufKAQzI/AAAAAAAADgI/Sr3QkXK1iT8/s1600/IMG_1979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6SUMfEHk98/Tm4YufKAQzI/AAAAAAAADgI/Sr3QkXK1iT8/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my silly {gabers}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1359564024330944415?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1359564024330944415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1359564024330944415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1359564024330944415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1359564024330944415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/09/adventures-of-nickname.html' title='the adventures of a nickname'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6SUMfEHk98/Tm4YufKAQzI/AAAAAAAADgI/Sr3QkXK1iT8/s72-c/IMG_1979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-775674064801841335</id><published>2011-09-08T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:43:39.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raising boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>usually adventurous short phone conversations</title><content type='html'>ya know that image of a 1950's housewife with the phone &amp;amp; a long cord stuck to the side of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://retrorenovatio.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/bell-1959514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://retrorenovatio.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/bell-1959514.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yep kinda like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;well i don't know about you, but since i've become a mother my phone conversations have gotten shorter. and not because i have less to say, but because i get interrupted with...well life with boys!&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of my best&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all true i might add!&lt;/i&gt; abrupt last lines before i hangup. they usually start with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hey, i gotta go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. screaming child(ren) &lt;i&gt;sniff! sniff!&lt;/i&gt; aaanddd poppy diaper hour has arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. hurry! hurry! to the bathroom. not in your pants...ok the grass works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. no, not the stairs! down!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SYIUQmsuEM/TmgZkDfHXaI/AAAAAAAADgA/5iYg_Ili-kw/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SYIUQmsuEM/TmgZkDfHXaI/AAAAAAAADgA/5iYg_Ili-kw/s200/IMG_1233.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. gabe! don't eat that...seriously kid?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. eww! don't drink that. it's yucky milk. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shiver &amp;amp; gag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;iiiii've got a naked climber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. aaaand gabe's in the bathtub. with water. fully clothed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4O4CNuAWgYg/TmgW3rFRCMI/AAAAAAAADfs/GfbcXDvY_Zg/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4O4CNuAWgYg/TmgW3rFRCMI/AAAAAAAADfs/GfbcXDvY_Zg/s200/IMG_0471.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. ahh! ben's on top of the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. gabe's on the______&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;changing table, dining table, baby swing, chair, counter, you name it, he's climbed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. there's pee on the floor and i'm not sure from who or how long its been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. ben just threw a softball at the window...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. stop taking your diaper off! wait, did you poop?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. stop hitting your brother...with a screwdriver?! what...where did you even find that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. we don't stick brooms in the airrrrr...yeah or that might happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. get off of your brother! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BH_IRAc7LTM/TmgZCz39jPI/AAAAAAAADf8/sRl9a63Pn90/s1600/IMG_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BH_IRAc7LTM/TmgZCz39jPI/AAAAAAAADf8/sRl9a63Pn90/s200/IMG_1006.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so one might think that maybe skyping is better...they can all just run wild and stop for a quick hello here &amp;amp; there. yeah, i thought so too...until tonight. while skyping with {papa steve} &amp;amp; {nana roo} i was literally getting run over by the boys. all 4 of them. they were being a little more than the normal unruly. &amp;nbsp;we quickly ended our skype date with me getting belly bumped by both {ben} &amp;amp; {gabe}. i was laughing because i mean, seriously?! it was funny. but i'm pretty sure that now i have some sort of whiplash. those boys are getting strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoC2QBTuhtM/TmgXXXF0OZI/AAAAAAAADf0/1JH8XQeY5jw/s1600/IMG_0722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoC2QBTuhtM/TmgXXXF0OZI/AAAAAAAADf0/1JH8XQeY5jw/s200/IMG_0722.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;intense brother training session&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so if ya want me, text or email or use a your favorite social media outlet. i'm more likely to respond. &amp;nbsp;really, who wants to get their ear screamed in and then hung up on at no fault of their own?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if you don't have boys, you've now caught a glimpse into the life of raising boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-775674064801841335?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/775674064801841335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=775674064801841335' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/775674064801841335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/775674064801841335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/09/usually-adventurous-short-phone.html' title='usually adventurous short phone conversations'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SYIUQmsuEM/TmgZkDfHXaI/AAAAAAAADgA/5iYg_Ili-kw/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4570368238531275838</id><published>2011-09-06T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:31:17.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>an empty turned overflowing adventures</title><content type='html'>i've been hitting walls here lately. hard. and in every direction i turn. and i was taking it out on my poor husband &amp;amp; boys. i've been short tempered, a yeller, and annoyed. truth is, i'm pretty sure i was just as annoying as i found them to be. i was in a place of desperation. desperate for time to myself. desperate to &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; loved. desperate and grasping...and with my tribe of boys, who wouldn't expect to feel that way at some point. but it had gone on long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had taken all of these desires of my heart and pushed them onto my sweet &amp;amp; unknowing husband as his responsibility to meet. i was expecting him to fill the gaps. i was expecting &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; to be my hero that swoops in and gives me every deepest desire. and while he is very heroic on most days and comes swooping in at 5pm, i needed something so much deeper and greater than he could give. it was unfair and i was being selfish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after a great talk with a even greater friend on sunday, i was shown my absolute ridiculousness. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thank you friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then i realized what an &lt;strike&gt;ugly&lt;/strike&gt; sight i had become. all because i'd lost sight of the true source where i &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; find ALL of these things i was desperate for. and when i really stopped to think about it, it's been embarrassingly too long since i've sat and had a quiet time...let alone with Bible in hand. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i wrote my sweetheart a love letter &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;haven't done that since college&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to apologize. to let him know i finally got a clue. and to apologize for the things i messed up in the mean time. when you're desperate and grasping, you tend to lose your brain cells and become irresponsible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apologies are so healing, even if you have to break your legs so you can get on your knees to apologize. my heart was already taking a turn in the right direction. and then through a weird course of events, came across isaiah 58...specifically verse 11.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will always show you where to go. I'll give you a full life in the emptiest of places-firm&amp;nbsp;muscles&amp;nbsp; strong bones. You'll be like a well-watered garden, a&amp;nbsp;gurgling&amp;nbsp;spring that never runs dry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;what beautiful picture it paints! the section title is "a full life in the emptiest of places" and boy is that me. what i was wanting...needing...and so totally empty. mentally. emotionally.&amp;nbsp;physically. spiritually. and it took me until i got to the last word in that list &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;spiritually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; until i finally got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-t5b8ejIu4/TmbeGaKqaFI/AAAAAAAADfk/7fhprCzMCoI/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-t5b8ejIu4/TmbeGaKqaFI/AAAAAAAADfk/7fhprCzMCoI/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when my spirit isn't being fed, i can't be the wife or momma i desire to be. i gave up long ago on the quest for perfection. but i'd rather not be embarrassed of the state of the house or hoarse from yelling because i lost my temper a few too many times. i need God's grace but i was starving myself of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so while nighttime sleeping here is still a state of constant unknown. i will be trying to dig myself outta bed a little extra early every morning. maybe just add another cup of coffee to the morning routine. and bury myself in the Word. cause nothing else has satisfied. and trust me, i've tried. even without knowing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i pray that you too can carve out some time now that regularly scheduled school year activities have arrived. it doesn't require the ringing in of a new year to start off on a new routine. go for it if you too are needing to feel like '&lt;i&gt;a gurgling spring that never runs dry'&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need some more motivation or encouragement. check out some of the other blogs linked up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4570368238531275838?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4570368238531275838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-t5b8ejIu4/TmbeGaKqaFI/AAAAAAAADfk/7fhprCzMCoI/s72-c/IMG_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1223985291953290786</id><published>2011-09-02T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:09:23.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>flashback adventures to times unremembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcGmHlJZcOM/TmDmvubQWkI/AAAAAAAADfU/O2ZqGD06hCE/s1600/mattysnuggledoncouchpillowsept2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcGmHlJZcOM/TmDmvubQWkI/AAAAAAAADfU/O2ZqGD06hCE/s320/mattysnuggledoncouchpillowsept2010.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matty}'s favorite spot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;last&amp;nbsp;September&amp;nbsp;was a time i'll never remember &amp;amp; i love the month of september. i know, i know. most people end that phrase with never forget. it's when my mom &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;who stayed with us for 7 weeks after twins birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; left. then things went blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do remember parts of my family visiting and taking family pictures, but not too much else. i kinda hate it. but thankfully i have lots of pictures thanks to my awesome husband &amp;amp; his trusty iphone and, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not to worry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;we also have some good ones on our real camera. i feel like a small child when i try to remember the happenings...just bits &amp;amp; pieces &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that are muddied by sleep deprivation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and stories &amp;amp; pictures shared by friends. so here's an attempt to relive, remember &amp;amp; share life as it was with newborn twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;trying to find just pictures from end of august &amp;amp; beginning of september 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lots of time spent in my moby wrap for everyone.&lt;/span&gt; it was part of my everyday attire.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;thankful my wonderful mother in law made me a second. we wouldn't have survived without it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK59Q53jW7k/TmDfNuyREdI/AAAAAAAADek/OHq62I0bNvU/s1600/twinsinmobyaug2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OK59Q53jW7k/TmDfNuyREdI/AAAAAAAADek/OHq62I0bNvU/s320/twinsinmobyaug2010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;double time!&lt;br /&gt;and yes, they loved it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQhyJgUf6YY/TmDgSALx38I/AAAAAAAADes/hW0Ev-OaDug/s1600/mattyinmobysept2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQhyJgUf6YY/TmDgSALx38I/AAAAAAAADes/hW0Ev-OaDug/s320/mattyinmobysept2010.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matty} to this day loves being worn.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Clg8hmL3u30/TmDfaEAFwuI/AAAAAAAADeo/HQ8fcjMAn-o/s1600/IMG_2447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Clg8hmL3u30/TmDfaEAFwuI/AAAAAAAADeo/HQ8fcjMAn-o/s320/IMG_2447.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{sam} taking a look around&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lots of couch time. and subsequent cartoon watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMe3gZ5ZYj0/TmDhuYOs0KI/AAAAAAAADew/1oJlz2NZkQ4/s1600/IMG_2408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMe3gZ5ZYj0/TmDhuYOs0KI/AAAAAAAADew/1oJlz2NZkQ4/s320/IMG_2408.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;typical.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsCRWA3Ybi8/TmDkHglFhQI/AAAAAAAADfE/GCQTrgSoRlo/s1600/IMG_2374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsCRWA3Ybi8/TmDkHglFhQI/AAAAAAAADfE/GCQTrgSoRlo/s320/IMG_2374.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is {gabe} checking out [sam}'s paci&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqdMl5KQOxE/TmDjtjCLCJI/AAAAAAAADe8/TgQ2HxwRKB4/s1600/IMG_2332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqdMl5KQOxE/TmDjtjCLCJI/AAAAAAAADe8/TgQ2HxwRKB4/s320/IMG_2332.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ben} &amp;amp; {sam}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT-rl8oKlfw/TmDkfPrFtPI/AAAAAAAADfM/pyp4f4LNDZs/s1600/IMG_2435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT-rl8oKlfw/TmDkfPrFtPI/AAAAAAAADfM/pyp4f4LNDZs/s320/IMG_2435.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ben} &amp;amp; {matty}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big brother {ben} was enthralled with both boys and constantly asked to snuggle them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and most importantly, lots of snuggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUvzOh8RphE/TmDiFXjZbHI/AAAAAAAADe0/JDZtrXsVeTo/s1600/IMG_2487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YUvzOh8RphE/TmDiFXjZbHI/AAAAAAAADe0/JDZtrXsVeTo/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matty} &amp;amp; {sam} lived in the pack n play in the living room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OB3xgiltIzE/TmDlzBGhxPI/AAAAAAAADfQ/zYFLCXOGgHk/s1600/IMG_2315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OB3xgiltIzE/TmDlzBGhxPI/AAAAAAAADfQ/zYFLCXOGgHk/s320/IMG_2315.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_gAEJ2Zl9Q/TmDiQftZTEI/AAAAAAAADe4/74SbE-9TI6g/s1600/IMG_2492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B_gAEJ2Zl9Q/TmDiQftZTEI/AAAAAAAADe4/74SbE-9TI6g/s320/IMG_2492.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo by {ben}&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXeyL39Oz_0/TmDj695TuSI/AAAAAAAADfA/MPBWQgFddOs/s1600/IMG_2361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXeyL39Oz_0/TmDj695TuSI/AAAAAAAADfA/MPBWQgFddOs/s320/IMG_2361.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;swaddled &amp;amp; pacified. time for a nap!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LA5Vh663D-o/TmDkWa1N0mI/AAAAAAAADfI/XzjMQirk6jM/s1600/IMG_2424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LA5Vh663D-o/TmDkWa1N0mI/AAAAAAAADfI/XzjMQirk6jM/s320/IMG_2424.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the big boys loved spending with&lt;br /&gt;grammie &amp;amp; granpop while they stayed with us&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;ok, now i feel like i sufficiently recall september 2010. and i'm glad to say that it's done. those sleepless nights with twins kicked all our butts! thankful for time passed and growing older &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;aka bigger &amp;amp; fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1223985291953290786?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1223985291953290786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1223985291953290786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1223985291953290786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3458559978852216502</id><published>2011-09-01T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T10:28:00.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embrace the camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>the adventures of raising boys &amp; embracing the camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this my friends is picture proof that mommas don't always have to be the ones behind the camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;here's how we do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7_iIWeA4IU/Tl-bndWB5_I/AAAAAAAADeQ/je5z9ncx5gM/s1600/IMG_1877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7_iIWeA4IU/Tl-bndWB5_I/AAAAAAAADeQ/je5z9ncx5gM/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is what we do to relieve a little stress. we were hiding from the dishes in the sink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was my lesson in the difference of boys v. girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;girls 'play dress up' and boys 'wear costumes'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you dear {ben}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4hhC198YcQ/Tl-dx-LeR3I/AAAAAAAADeU/rMswVCACp4g/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r4hhC198YcQ/Tl-dx-LeR3I/AAAAAAAADeU/rMswVCACp4g/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this is how you snuggle 2 babies early in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i think it's the best way to watch morning cartoons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;although it does make drinking coffee difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;who needs coffee when you get sweet twin snuggles?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9gRQ30-Uk/Tl-eZ7SYObI/AAAAAAAADeY/bvtm55MrNH8/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-24+at+10.57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gU9gRQ30-Uk/Tl-eZ7SYObI/AAAAAAAADeY/bvtm55MrNH8/s320/Photo+on+2011-08-24+at+10.57.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my solve to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i-just-woke up-from-my-not-long-enough-nap-grumpy-face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;into the sweet boy he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photobooth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's a camera hog &amp;amp; loves watching himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a great 20-30 mins of entertaining fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;don't mind the pink paci-we were desperate or the bedhead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and now we're off on more adventures &amp;amp; making more memories...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/15yi6ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3458559978852216502?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3458559978852216502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3458559978852216502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3458559978852216502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3458559978852216502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/09/adventures-of-raising-boys-embracing.html' title='the adventures of raising boys &amp; embracing the camera'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i7_iIWeA4IU/Tl-bndWB5_I/AAAAAAAADeQ/je5z9ncx5gM/s72-c/IMG_1877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3892574749814583376</id><published>2011-08-31T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:12:22.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>saying goodbye to august adventures &amp; hello to september</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a beautiful day. not just because we were embarking on a new adventure &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;preschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; but because it felt like a perfect fall day. i think that helped make sending {ben} to preschool easier on this momma. it's back to school season &amp;amp; i'm so ready to say 'goodbye august. hello september'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until this year, i have never been&amp;nbsp;so ready and expectant of the change of seasons. i can actually feel things changing, not just wanting to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;change. in nature. in our home. in our current state of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this spring is when i first truly noticed it. i yearned for it. i wanted to see the season of new life so badly i&amp;nbsp;could taste it. i'm sure it was&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;i was eager for a season of new life for myself &amp;amp; the family. i took advantage of every nice spring day we had. i savored every second of the fresh and non-humidity filled air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i basked in summer's heat &amp;amp; sun &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;not that you could tell by my tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and A/C.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;we played outside. enjoyed our summer visitors and swam, swam &amp;amp; swam some more. it sure was a HOT one. i think that's why i'm &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; ready for fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, i can taste it. the pumpkin...everything. the soups. the chili. the football. the cool brisk air. a hot cup of coffee while apple picking. who's with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gets me all nostalgic for some reason. maybe just remembering where i've been and what i've come through. or maybe it's the smell of the air that reminds me of my first mornings going back to school. either way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;come on fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some sweet pictures as my {ben} buddy walked out the door my baby &amp;amp; into the life of a big, school-going boy! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;update from yesterday...we all slept well. for the first time in weeks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1hzjeXPifU/Tl7dd8Ux9-I/AAAAAAAADd8/3NUdW0dYU1w/s1600/benpreschool2011.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1hzjeXPifU/Tl7dd8Ux9-I/AAAAAAAADd8/3NUdW0dYU1w/s320/benpreschool2011.1.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpauDSRSSUg/Tl7dhwTK06I/AAAAAAAADeE/ewZxvTpHttU/s1600/benpreschool2011.4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IpauDSRSSUg/Tl7dhwTK06I/AAAAAAAADeE/ewZxvTpHttU/s320/benpreschool2011.4.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5ikK0-U6Js/Tl7dgJL7HHI/AAAAAAAADeA/PTdIbXEz2mw/s1600/benpreschool2011.3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m5ikK0-U6Js/Tl7dgJL7HHI/AAAAAAAADeA/PTdIbXEz2mw/s400/benpreschool2011.3.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. the spiderman vest is actually thestraps to his back pack that he&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to have. ha!&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/2414831910881099975-3892574749814583376?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3892574749814583376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3892574749814583376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3892574749814583376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3892574749814583376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/today-was-beautiful-day.html' title='saying goodbye to august adventures &amp; hello to september'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1hzjeXPifU/Tl7dd8Ux9-I/AAAAAAAADd8/3NUdW0dYU1w/s72-c/benpreschool2011.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4429644144260919111</id><published>2011-08-30T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:31:17.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><title type='text'>bedtime adventures with the horse</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if it's the pre-preschool jitters or what, but bedtime tonight was...long. {ben} has quite the imagination on him. there's always a new and creative delay tactic. but tonight's truly tugged at my heart. i just wanted to crawl&amp;nbsp;into&amp;nbsp;bed and hold him. tell him it's ok and convince him that...well...everything is perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see he started crying after i said his prayers &amp;amp; sang his lullaby song. it's normal. i didn't think anything of it until he said something about &lt;i&gt;the horse&lt;/i&gt;. i hate this &lt;i&gt;horse&lt;/i&gt;. it was a frequent dream visitor for several months last year. and finally, it was gone and we haven't heard anything about...until tonight.&amp;nbsp;my poor buddy is truly terrified of this dumb horse. it's not horses in general, just this one that comes into his room at &amp;nbsp;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shudder at the fear that i know runs through his tiny body. i remember laying stiff as a board and barely able to breathe, let alone, cry out to my momma when awoken from a bad dream. to this day i remember the&amp;nbsp;reoccurring&amp;nbsp;nightmare i had during childhood. my &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-long-adventures-with-my-best.html"&gt;best friend &lt;/a&gt;and i can now joke with each other about the absurd&amp;nbsp;characters&amp;nbsp;that they were. but in the moment, in the depth of that dream, there is nothing more terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i finally got him tucked into bed, i walked into the living room and cried. cried for him. cried out to God for him. for peace. for rest. for the strength and courage it requires to fight off those bad thoughts. i know his little 4 year old brain doesn't fully grasp that Jesus is with him or that angels are surrounding him and ready for battle, but i tell him that every night. until he knows or understands how, i will stand in that gap for him. encouraging him. pushing him. and scaring off &amp;amp; fighting &lt;i&gt;the horse&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asks if Jesus will poke him in the eyes. i say yes. he asks if the Angels will kick his legs down. again, i say yes. he &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; how to fight. his daddy taught him that. oh my gentle {ben}, what a tenacious spirit you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ever since the bedtime routine began at 7...i've had my favorite lullaby cd playing. it calms the house, my heart &amp;amp; the boys. it's called &lt;a href="http://scripture-lullabies.com/"&gt;hidden in my heart scripture lullabies&lt;/a&gt;. praying we all sleep sweetly tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/bedtime-adventures-with-horse.html' title='bedtime adventures with the horse'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-2433102063001256333</id><published>2011-08-27T11:04:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T12:51:26.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>adventures hiding from hurricane irene</title><content type='html'>i'm sure most are wondering...&lt;br /&gt;"how exactly do you survive a hurricane with 4 under 4?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the answer is...YOU DON'T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;because we currently do not own a home and are staying with the ever so gracious {auntie kate}, there wasn't a &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to stay and keep an eye on things. aaaaanndd &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-adventure-down-to-beach.html"&gt;remember&lt;/a&gt;, {auntie kate} lives in a 3rd floor condo just a block from the beach. therefore that puts us in flood zone 1. which means, if power goes out it'll take longer to be restored if there is still flooding. and i've already done the whole no power with kids thing. read that story &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-woulda-been-more-prepared-for-camping.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. and doing that again &amp;amp; for longer, no thanks! so we peaced out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for {aunt kristin}'s house in the southern carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's currently gorgeous weather here thanks to irene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;which is awesome since there are currently 9 children 9 &amp;amp; under. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;8 cousins &amp;amp; a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;so we need there to be outside play time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a few pictures of our hiding adventures thus far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5645584545955497922" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-L4Dy_TrKCyc/TlklO6Mcx8I/AAAAAAAADdk/yat7vi8D3vU/s320/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matthew owen}, {matthew stephen} &amp;amp; {matthew campbell}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5645584553313663650" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-aUBErck_ccM/TlklPVmxeqI/AAAAAAAADdo/Q3OqmdoZdoI/s320/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{sam} &amp;amp; {noah}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5645584566358728498" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-I11-JKEb2k4/TlklQGM9XzI/AAAAAAAADds/kv2d8wvIBCs/s320/6.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's play a game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you find all the kiddos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5645584578624055426" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ehMekcjokfo/TlklQz5PaII/AAAAAAAADdw/RdbP_Q6U4iU/s320/7.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{sam} &amp;amp; {matty} loved the wagon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5645584590276238674" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-iMmVF8ebA-w/TlklRfTVnVI/AAAAAAAADd0/RyQkW31M3LQ/s320/8.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;these boys turned that water brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5645584739672113586" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-SCDQQsiD6no/TlklaL2FwbI/AAAAAAAADd4/7k_zBJ4IjvE/s320/9.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the great part of twins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;twice the snuggles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this beautiful weather, i woke up this morning and was filled with nostalgia. it's the kind of weather that reminded me of all those early saturday mornings that i would get up and head to the soccer fields. it even almost smelled like fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i was already getting the fall weather bug, but now i think irene is making it worse! anyone else ready for fall?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/adventures-hiding-from-hurricane-irene.html' title='adventures hiding from hurricane irene'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-L4Dy_TrKCyc/TlklO6Mcx8I/AAAAAAAADdk/yat7vi8D3vU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1467441496791382455</id><published>2011-08-25T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T12:21:23.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embrace the camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>preschool adventures &amp; embracing the camera</title><content type='html'>today was&amp;nbsp;orientation&amp;nbsp;and meet the teacher day at {ben}'s preschool. we all had to be up &amp;amp; out the door by 8:15 this morning. and for some of you, no big deal. but we are &lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/i&gt; morning people in this house. plus trying to feed, change &amp;amp; potentially re-change clothing on 4 boys, 3 that are 2 and under...yeah...thankfully we &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; make it out the door not too far behind schedule. then i was too busy listening to the teacher &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;aren't i such a good student?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and keeping the twins busy to snap pictures of {ben}'s new classroom. and today is my first 'embrace the camera'. good thing for second chances. take 2 on monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things that {ben} are most excited about are his new art smock &amp;amp; backpack &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;probably because they came by UPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. not sure why he loves the art smock, but he does. and since it arrived yesterday, he randomly puts it on to wear around the house. so we snapped a few pictures of him in that. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and hopefully his backpack once it arrives later today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7weSc1n-u2g/TlaCYs-WgdI/AAAAAAAADdg/EDCSzzEzdYg/s1600/Photo+on+2011-08-25+at+12.45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7weSc1n-u2g/TlaCYs-WgdI/AAAAAAAADdg/EDCSzzEzdYg/s320/Photo+on+2011-08-25+at+12.45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you {gabe} for taking center stage.&lt;br /&gt;the boy loves the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/15yi6ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7weSc1n-u2g/TlaCYs-WgdI/AAAAAAAADdg/EDCSzzEzdYg/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-08-25+at+12.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4225996696026095505</id><published>2011-08-24T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:54:00.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>a wordless wednesday adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;adore that my {ben} &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; with his whole being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5644466983718478002"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-i96aYg5W-4c/TlUs0Ob14LI/AAAAAAAADdY/mPljrOjdtVc/s288/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;biggest...littlest...same face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5644466985626342690"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3714690156219245516</id><published>2011-08-23T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:31:17.842-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>first time adventures as a back to school mom</title><content type='html'>and this is the reason i could never be a homeschooling momma...i put everything off to the last minute possible! ok, so granted we've been packing and moving and who wants to buy more stuff to pack and move...that more than likely will get lost in said moving. not me! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;deep breath...and let it out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i put the school supply list in the back of my head to do until after the move. well, hello...preschool starts monday for {ben}!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i'll always be that mom that forgets to sign homework papers or turns something in...let alone bake or bring something to school. so not my gig. thankfully i was told that momma participation is &lt;b&gt;voluntary&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;love the sound of that word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. i did say i could come to help, but i'd have to bring the 3 littles with me.... that ended that conversation promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so to my boys, i'm sorry...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;for all the times i know i'll forget to check your back packs until we're running out the door for school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and that we'll always be running out the door because we'll be just on time or maybe late, but probably never early.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will do something cool for your birthdays at school, i hope you don't get embarrassed easily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i won't be the mom that wears the themed clothing coordinating to the current holiday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but i hate the fundraisers as much as you do. if not more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i won't always remember to put sweet love letters in your lunch...or your lunch at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i will...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;love you &amp;amp; help you to love learning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guide you to the best of my knowledge through fractions, composition, geometry and disgruntled teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray for you daily...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that you will learn how to stand &lt;i&gt;IN&lt;/i&gt; the world but not be OF the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;remind you that it's not about winning but doing your best...winning is just a bonus!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the next 20 years of my life are filled with first days of school. i know that even then i won't feel like a pro, but hopefully i'll have gotten better in the areas i lack. if nothing else we all will have learned a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for now, the supply list is fulfilled and ready to take to meet the teacher at the end of this week. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;patting myself on the back that it was done before monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so here's to school starting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and to all you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;homeschooling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dying for some quiet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;normal crazy schedule seeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;first time sending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;last time sending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mommas&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.callmeblessed.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g400/tankandtink2/weencourage.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3714690156219245516?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3714690156219245516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-2469583618947306015</id><published>2011-08-22T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:33:50.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single-parent sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><title type='text'>single parent sundays &amp; a whisper found in the loudness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i thought i'd be writing about my solo hike up &amp;amp; down the 3 flights of stairs, but thankfully i have yet to do that. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;we'll see how long that lasts. fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; instead i'll share about how i was and am being moved by God's love and assurance. covered in His peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things are a whirlwind of chaos in our daily lives. and in that chaos, i find myself easily discouraged or overwhelmed by even the&amp;nbsp;simplest&amp;nbsp;of tasks. and questioning if we jumped the gun in putting our house up for sale. i forget that time that we &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;both {matt} &amp;amp; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; heard the Lord calling us out. at the time it was so clear, so loudly clear. and now, it seems more like a lost thought or whisper. we were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;casually&lt;/span&gt; late to church as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and once i finally got into service they were singing "your love never fails" by jesus culture. i already am a fan of this song, but really&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it as a reminder. especially the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You make all things work together for my good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;in the midst of doubt &amp;amp; all the insanity that seems to be occupying every space of my life at the moment, i know it is for&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;good.&amp;nbsp;i know i'm right where i'm suppose to be.&amp;nbsp;and remember that He called me out of the boat. and it is my faith in Him that will sustain me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, if your world seems to be spinning uncontrollably...you too are probably in the right spot. in the past year i have learned and&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;first hand that the Lord does give you more than you can handle. because He wants you to learn to turn to Him. so i'm keeping my eyes &amp;amp; heart focused on the prize ahead and not letting myself &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;most days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;see or even notice the giant waves &amp;amp; whirlwinds that threaten to overtake me minute by minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what whirlwinds or waves of chaos are you battling?! i wanna know so i can stand with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/IoezWBPGRAc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoezWBPGRAc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoezWBPGRAc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d3d3d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if you have a minute &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;or 8...geez long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; watch the video of this song. it's jesus culture at a live event...not a cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-2469583618947306015?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8369432599509103420</id><published>2011-08-18T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:22:19.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama kat&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>who's my sneaky hiding adventurer?!</title><content type='html'>well, i'm not exactly sure who the best little hider in my tribe of arrows is, but i do know, i have at least one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{gabe} will sit completely still and not say a word...granted he may be sitting out in the wide open, but still, not a peep.&lt;br /&gt;{ben} giggles incessantly or tries not to and squeaks. he can't handle the anticipation of it all and usually pops out.&lt;br /&gt;{sam} and {matty} haven't really learned the whole hide-n-seek thing yet. they do more of the peek-a-boo...well {matty} does. and he loves it &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;like most 1 year olds do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me wonder which twin was hiding from the doctor's during doppler tests and the early ultrasound. because&lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/05/adventure-continueswith-twins.html"&gt; now that we know there were twins&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;because until 20 weeks we did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;n't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;i can look at that 7 week ultrasound and &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; 2 babies. i can see it people. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i would find a picture to put up here but i'm sure they are all packed away in boxes in a storage unit where the other 95% of my belongings are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;two.&amp;nbsp;separate. little. beans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe the ultrasound tech and OBGYN that saw me that day weren't as good at &lt;i&gt;seeking&lt;/i&gt; as i am. i can't put my&amp;nbsp;expectations&amp;nbsp;of great observation on everyone, that wouldn't be fair. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; either way, that day &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just after christmas 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that we got our&amp;nbsp;ultrasound&amp;nbsp;and had a late christmas gift for our families...but we weren't ready for it. no one was. there was still genuine shock that i was pregnant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not sure of who was the hider&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;although i have my suspicions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but whoever it was, they win. best hiding spot ever! i'm just glad they decided to show themselves before it was labor time and i ended up one of those&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;crazy&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;ladies on discovery health that didn't know she was pregnant...with twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this post was inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/08/kid-shows/"&gt;mama kat's &lt;/a&gt;writers workshop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5, the perfect hiding spot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8369432599509103420?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8369432599509103420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8369432599509103420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8369432599509103420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8369432599509103420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/whos-my-sneaky-hiding-adventurer.html' title='who&apos;s my sneaky hiding adventurer?!'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3015307172726199750</id><published>2011-08-17T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:24:12.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>a quick adventure down to the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5641933371793868594" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BgLCCVpWgDA/TkwsgmgyBzI/AAAAAAAADdA/95YEyES0s9Q/s400/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we are in the process of settling into condo life by the bay. i can smell the ocean air &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok, so maybe it's really the bay, but smelling the bay air sounds gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; from the back deck. it makes me happy. sure the deck overlooks some trees &amp;amp; a bustling drive, but knowing that's all that separates us from the bay makes it more tolerable. we've walked down to the beach twice in the last couple of evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first night was a total bust! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;we walked the 5 minutes down to the water, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;most of which was spent waiting at the crosswalk for traffic to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; unloaded {matty} &amp;amp; {sam} out of the stroller, squished the sand between our toes and let the cool breeze &amp;amp; the warm setting sun touch our faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hear this..."i gotta go poopoo! i gotta go poopoo!"&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by the dance, you know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned suspecting it was my potty trainee {gabe}. wrong. my little shouting dancer was {ben}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and just as quickly as we got there, we were gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully we are within walking distance and a 4 year old is much better at bodily control than a 2 year old potty trainee. it's just the joys of parenthood right?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes, we all made it back in time. although i've thought that next time i'm just digging him a hole under the pier. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i wasn't going to let the beach get the best of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we kid that our family motto is "ruckels never give up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but it seems it's more true story than just an idea. just walking the talk people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we went again the next night and our success rate was 100%. we stayed about 30 minutes. it was complete bliss as compared to the previous night. we even took a dip in the pool before returning home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i got a couple of great shots of the boys. now, i'm wishing i had brought my nice camera because the lighting was perfect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;not sure if we'll tempt fate with a third try. i'm content with the second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5641933378220238642" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-bHFEdphNtQg/Tkwsg-c8pzI/AAAAAAAADdE/a51oNUcMRdU/s320/3.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the beach is one of God's most beautiful playgrounds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5641933381512780370" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ki0ht9U2d-o/TkwshKt82lI/AAAAAAAADdI/wxwxT5biDRY/s320/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing like the feeling of &lt;br /&gt;digging your toes in the wet sand&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5641933383857501986" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-oZrRypjseWU/TkwshTc-dyI/AAAAAAAADdM/ZM0k2mKrx0M/s320/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{sam} was loving it!&lt;br /&gt;couldn't have asked for a better shot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5641933393846069666" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8D5RnjAgLkw/Tkwsh4qb6aI/AAAAAAAADdQ/3VnJIypoCns/s320/6.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matty} wasn't so thrilled&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5641933396831121138" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-d9f-ICxiVV8/TkwsiDyILvI/AAAAAAAADdU/NPyRe4z_-Nk/s320/7.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;love the little-to-no-waves on the bay.&lt;br /&gt;helps keep mommas sane.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3015307172726199750?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3015307172726199750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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every few years is a great solve to never becoming a pack rat. the other parts of me pray that i don't have to move again for 30 years &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;which&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;isn't going to happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;because just the amount of junk/trash that was stashed in corners and hidden in the nooks and crannies is slightly embarrassing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;when we moved from our &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;smaller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; condo into our house we just literally moved everything, no sorting involved. it was a bigger place, so there wasn't a need to get rid of things. and now, here i am, going in reverse. so we picked through all the boxes of things that moved with us out of the college dorms and into married life. boxes full of old text books and notes. those were fun memories to find...and easy to let go. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cause if i haven't even looked in the box in the last 6 years, it's now more than likely out of date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and then there's the stuff we inherited in the moving of {nana roo} &amp;amp; {papa steve}...lots of good stuff, but there's just not a place for it or i'm not paying money to store it. those were much harder decisions. and as i've said before, i'm not much of a decision maker. it literally left my head aching multiple nights. it made me so thankful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;His mercies are new every morning!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;somehow i feel like i've earned an additional &lt;i&gt;i'm a&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;real adult now&lt;/i&gt; badge in this process. so many things that i have discovered about my preferences partly that i have some! in what works best for my family, what to look for or get in a new home. i'm not talking dream house, i'm talking sanity savers, things that make my job/life more efficient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-5367806064505294023?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/5367806064505294023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=5367806064505294023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5367806064505294023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5367806064505294023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/adventures-within-stacks-of-boxes.html' title='adventures within the stacks of boxes'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6224157586267043223</id><published>2011-08-11T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:09:03.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><title type='text'>Daily chaotic adventures in the process of moving</title><content type='html'>From this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5639600217105356146"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XXkuSAnFmS4/TkPihH_H1XI/AAAAAAAADcE/1zo2Zywc1Oo/s288/2.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this...in about 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5639600224944704514"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-vTTX3mVJquI/TkPihlMKzAI/AAAAAAAADcI/YDsUjvHo1qA/s288/3.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5639600229274354818"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yD6JkXxjSUE/TkPih1UcBII/AAAAAAAADcM/hDsR5HGlG2I/s288/5.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little of that in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5639600232801340978"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wQgcubejdwE/TkPiiCdVjjI/AAAAAAAADcQ/yRzgz4CK05g/s288/4.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I'm busy packing a house &amp;amp; finding little buddies who have found empty places to play in. It'll be somewhat over this weekend. But at the moment we're moving (the 6 of us) into {auntie kate's} 2 bedroom, 3rd floor walk up...as we wait for our renter to vacate our condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, prayers accepted &amp;amp; appreciated at this point. More thankful than ever for family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6224157586267043223?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6224157586267043223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6224157586267043223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6224157586267043223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6224157586267043223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/daily-chaotic-adventures-in-process-of.html' title='Daily chaotic adventures in the process of moving'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-XXkuSAnFmS4/TkPihH_H1XI/AAAAAAAADcE/1zo2Zywc1Oo/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8175569883855017810</id><published>2011-08-03T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:05:16.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>victorious adventures in everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sorry so sparse lately, things have been a little more chaotic than usual. ya know, house inspections, appraisals, packing, etc...oh and the dryer just broke. ahh! so yes, my life is momentairliy flipped completely on its head. i will spare you all the stressful details. but, in this chaos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm learning to find &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;victory &amp;amp; joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the things of everyday life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~ the house no longer needs to be show ready! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that was me living a nightmare for 2.5 weeks while it was my husbands dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ potty training {gabe} has proved to easier than first thought &amp;amp; things are going well. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at least for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ who needs a dryer anyways?! it's more than hot enough outside to dry clothes! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; save some energy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ someone is coming to pick up the piano this week...that means no moving it for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ the twins have learned how to entertain themselves with toys...&lt;/span&gt;who cares if that means they are getting into stuff in the big boys room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ it's such a good feeling to clean out the closets and learn that you can truly live with just the basics.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; at least when it's by choice rather than necessity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ and i've definitely had a friendly refresher course in just how different {matt} &amp;amp; i approach just about everything in life, including how &amp;amp; what to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ i currently have a great excuse to use paper plates &amp;amp; not feel guilty = not as much time in front of the sink!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~ life outside the home goes on as normal with birthdays, cookouts &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; some date nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and just to put a visual on an everyday victory...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;{gabe} got hurt &amp;amp; all the brothers came around him to check on him&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp; then {ben} prayed for him.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that's when you know you're doing something right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5636656243838619266"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jcOveHrZa1I/Tjls_U79DoI/AAAAAAAADcA/2r6AGwwk44I/s320/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;because don't we all have to remember to stop &amp;amp; smell the roses when life gets crazy?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;what everyday things are you celebrating victory in today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8175569883855017810?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8175569883855017810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8175569883855017810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8175569883855017810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8175569883855017810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/08/victorious-adventures-in-everyday.html' title='victorious adventures in everyday'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-jcOveHrZa1I/Tjls_U79DoI/AAAAAAAADcA/2r6AGwwk44I/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6734488937037637925</id><published>2011-07-29T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T09:08:58.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scary moments'/><title type='text'>broken adventures can find fulfillment &amp; promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm having my mom do a guest post today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've been a little busy with house stuff...and it's also a day in our family we like to remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my brother's birthday. yes, i said brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;many of you know i have 2 sisters but few may know my mom had a son before me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday was his 32nd birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: small; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pinBJKSb7Bk/TjKxcT79A9I/AAAAAAAADb0/n_mqBG-oPV4/s1600/Josh+n+Kay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pinBJKSb7Bk/TjKxcT79A9I/AAAAAAAADb0/n_mqBG-oPV4/s320/Josh+n+Kay.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mom &amp;amp; josh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;July 28 came and went uneventfully—again. It’s by and large a heart thing now, 32 years later, but never missed. Joshua David Cook had a short and generally uneventful life also. His day of birth was highly celebrated being the only “Cook boy” who was to carry on the name. But we put a lot of expectations on our children and pin a lot of our hopes there that are sometimes difficult for them to hold up. It’s also difficult and disappointing when the expectations can’t be met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;One of our hopes was that we were finished having children and our “nuclear” family was now complete. That was dashed on the rocks of God’s plan for us and we were left without knowing the purpose of Josh’s short life. Although he was a joy and greatly loved by all who knew him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So, not wanting Kelli to be an only child, we tried to conceive again. For four long years, month-to-month, we waited on God to fulfill His plan for us. When Kristi finally arrived, it seemed ages since we began but realized later that the timing was perfect. Kaitlyn came along too and we now have three beautiful girls that have great fun with each other as adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;An added perk is the privilege of experiencing grandchildren. We have 4 wonderful grandsons (at this time) who are a joy to all around them. Ben at 4 is curious and wanting to know the “why” of everything. Gabe is 2 and learning how to relate to a big brother and 2 younger ones. He is the “middle child” and never gets all the attention he wants. Sam and Matthew are 1—already!—and toddling around making mischief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Where would these individuals be if Josh had lived? I’m not sure I can answer that. It’s a deeply spiritual question. What I know is this: they are part of our lives now and God worked many miracles to bring it about. Our existence on this Earth is not always what we want it to be—thankfully! We know so little and think we know so much. I’m thankful for it all. How can I be less? The heartache is redeemed in joy and our Heavenly Father loves us and the Holy Spirit stands by us through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I’ve grown older and matured spiritually through the reality of loss over the 32 years. But there’s still a little part of my heart that remembers the first and last smile, that regrets not seeing a son’s maturing life, that anticipates a reunion in Heaven. Until then I’ll enjoy my grandchildren—present and future—who are my delight in life. God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;JOSHUA DAVID COOK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;JULY 28, 1979 – OCTOBER 18, 1979&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fU6YZn92ax0/TjKx2ZsbIqI/AAAAAAAADb4/F3tMrbBj-mA/s1600/Joshua+David.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fU6YZn92ax0/TjKx2ZsbIqI/AAAAAAAADb4/F3tMrbBj-mA/s320/Joshua+David.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2009/06/adventurous-discovery-in-resemblance.html"&gt;back info: {joshua} died of SIDS at 10.5 weeks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my mom is pretty remarkable and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; part of her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;testimony is found in her pregnancies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and births of her 4 children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;because of her,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i was able to find strength and fight for the twins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;please be encouraged by her testimony today...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God is good &amp;amp; sovereign !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He has all the details &amp;amp; we just need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;trust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; in that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6734488937037637925?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6734488937037637925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6734488937037637925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6734488937037637925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6734488937037637925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/broken-adventures-can-find-fulfillment.html' title='broken adventures can find fulfillment &amp; promise'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pinBJKSb7Bk/TjKxcT79A9I/AAAAAAAADb0/n_mqBG-oPV4/s72-c/Josh+n+Kay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-6009904969070647563</id><published>2011-07-28T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:37:04.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>a hot &amp; adventurous 1st birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9RLwi1knK4/TjF8TczTTzI/AAAAAAAADbI/UzuDnmqXPr0/s1600/IMG_3102.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9RLwi1knK4/TjF8TczTTzI/AAAAAAAADbI/UzuDnmqXPr0/s400/IMG_3102.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dynamic birthday duo&lt;br /&gt;{matty} peanut butter &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;{sam} jelly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the party was quite the celebration! our theme was "&lt;i&gt;we go together like...peanut butter &amp;amp; jelly"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bbq &amp;amp; beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mac &amp;amp; cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pb &amp;amp; j &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(for the kiddos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apples &amp;amp; oranges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and for dessert:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;milk &amp;amp; cookies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the weather even played along with our theme with its summer heat...so we brought out the water! the pool, sprinklers, squirt guns &amp;amp; buckets-o-water galore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsZedlibHAo/TjF86IS_IOI/AAAAAAAADbg/Lm2wHw97kkg/s1600/IMG_3100.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UsZedlibHAo/TjF86IS_IOI/AAAAAAAADbg/Lm2wHw97kkg/s320/IMG_3100.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;part of the 2 &amp;amp; under crowd...&lt;br /&gt;there were at least 5 others running around&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwMX6nBlCDE/TjF8XOTaVOI/AAAAAAAADbM/9z23cOCTaFc/s1600/IMG_3113.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SwMX6nBlCDE/TjF8XOTaVOI/AAAAAAAADbM/9z23cOCTaFc/s320/IMG_3113.jpeg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{ben} sporting his party shirt&lt;br /&gt;{gabe} was too quick into the pool to get a pic in his shirt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;lesson learned: need to figure out who's name to say first when singing happy birthday, otherwise it's a jumbled mess. ha! it was my first ever twins birthday party. i've learned &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and still am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that there's a learning curve with&amp;nbsp;multiples&amp;nbsp;on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upsiMWRA_Qc/TjF8gPkhHGI/AAAAAAAADbU/VzT7YLnF9c4/s1600/IMG_3122.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-upsiMWRA_Qc/TjF8gPkhHGI/AAAAAAAADbU/VzT7YLnF9c4/s320/IMG_3122.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;singing happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;since we were only serving cookies as dessert, i needed to find a softer cookie for their 'smash cakes'. i found the perfect solution...whoopie pies. it was a &lt;a href="http://www.twobearsfarm.com/2011/07/easy-to-make-whoopie-pies.html"&gt;super easy recipe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVIHebrVJBM/TjF-XQEfLdI/AAAAAAAADbk/kj7s7FcVaWo/s1600/IMG_3128.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVIHebrVJBM/TjF-XQEfLdI/AAAAAAAADbk/kj7s7FcVaWo/s320/IMG_3128.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;digging into their 'cake'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkDz1eAUcY8/TjF8rIiJZBI/AAAAAAAADbc/on2rWFVWaqI/s1600/IMG_3132.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CkDz1eAUcY8/TjF8rIiJZBI/AAAAAAAADbc/on2rWFVWaqI/s320/IMG_3132.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{matty} &amp;amp; {sam} hanging with dad after cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since it was so hot, the flies were horrendous. thankfully i had these containers &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;from our wedding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to use. they worked perfectly for cookies &amp;amp; fruit. all the other food was in crock pots or in jars with lids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5634425993836874290"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-c8HpHBrK7gg/TjGAlsPfyjI/AAAAAAAADbs/I-LSP1Htymg/s288/3.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to make the boring ole pb &amp;amp; j a little more interesting, i bought these sandwich cutters. i thought about buying the gender neutral shape ones...but hey, if i'm spending the money i might as well buy something i know the boys will love. so cars it was! pretty sure the big boys have eaten car or truck sandwiches every day since the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5634427757270107170"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-CSwPxxNjES0/TjGCMVivhCI/AAAAAAAADbw/psuxa6zwZ1k/s288/2.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;and my fav drink jug &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; kiddie cups. we had the kids take these home as their favors. these were little jelly jars with holes punched in the lids &amp;amp; cute striped paper straws. i adore mason jar &lt;i&gt;sippy&lt;/i&gt; cups...once they have passed the cup throwing stage that is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwId3pCFvQ/TjF8aRLPsVI/AAAAAAAADbQ/VU6nXg1DoP0/s1600/IMG_3114.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwId3pCFvQ/TjF8aRLPsVI/AAAAAAAADbQ/VU6nXg1DoP0/s320/IMG_3114.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thankfully we signed a contract on our house that day, so now immediate clean up required!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6009904969070647563?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6009904969070647563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6009904969070647563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6009904969070647563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6009904969070647563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/dynamic-birthday-duo-matty-peanut.html' title='a hot &amp; adventurous 1st birthday party'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9RLwi1knK4/TjF8TczTTzI/AAAAAAAADbI/UzuDnmqXPr0/s72-c/IMG_3102.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8717556370057192494</id><published>2011-07-24T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:20:33.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s awesome'/><title type='text'>single parent sundays &amp; our house selling adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=6e1e47d6b8&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1310609eff2ff8a6&amp;amp;attid=0.1.39&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sweet little house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we've had quite an exciting few days around here. the twins turned 1. we had a party. we signed a contract on our house. yep, you just read that. i hadn't really even had the time to sit &amp;amp; write a post about the adventure we were undergoing in selling the house yet. so really we spent &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;what felt like the weekend, but today's sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the last few days in shock and celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was the twins actual birthday...and the day we ended up having 2 showings on the house. one time block was from 10-1 sometime and the other 12:30-1:30...so i had to be outta the house all day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;once again, thankful for that my in-laws still have a house i can hide out in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and in those 2 rather large blocks of time they both showed up at the same time! and then we got an offer that evening....signed a counter-offer and the following morning...&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;a &lt;i&gt;second&lt;/i&gt; offer. simply&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; amazing in this market!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; we had a bidding war folks and the result was a full price offer &amp;amp; minimal closing costs. and friday afternoon we stopped party prep to sign the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all truly an answered prayer because it's only been on the market for 2.5 weeks &amp;amp; after a cancelation on wednesday, we were feeling a bit discouraged. and knowing that God is a God of not just big things, but small things too, we prayed specifically for a high demand, a bidding war &amp;amp; full price. we aren't trying to be greedy here people. we bought the house while the market was still hot and are selling it for more than $25,000 less than we bought it for. we just wanted to walk away &amp;amp; not owe the bank money. and that we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as people arrived to the twins birthday party, we began to spread the news &amp;amp; we had just one more reason to enjoy the pool &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;besides the smothering heat of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;because this was likely the last big hurrah in this house. the catch to our contract, the buyers want to occupy on august 15 because the husband deploys on the 17th. oh the joys of a military town. so tomorrow, we'll kick things into gear for the inspection on tuesday &amp;amp; pray that nothing deal breaking pops up. i mean time is on my side for once. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;so posts may be fewer &amp;amp; further between, but i'm hoping to get the party pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be the best birthday present possible for the twins 1st birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8717556370057192494?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8717556370057192494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8717556370057192494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8717556370057192494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8717556370057192494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/single-parent-sundays-our-house-selling.html' title='single parent sundays &amp; our house selling adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-1233286419006734289</id><published>2011-07-21T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:51:44.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>my first year of adventures with twinsies</title><content type='html'>to say the least, it's been a doozy! i'll be honest, if it weren't for pictures, i'm not entirely sure that i'd remember those first few weeks...or more like months...but alas, we've reached the 1 year mark. &lt;i&gt;WE'VE SURVIVED!&lt;/i&gt; i realize that is by no means the end to that feeling, but it's quite an momentous occasion, as the leap from complete dependence &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;on me mainly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; begins to lessen and a personal independence is established for both {sam} and {matty} &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and me again too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i have loved being their source, but now i too need a little more 'me time'. it's a bittersweet birthday. they are toddlers now either by age or by the fact that they are actually &lt;i&gt;toddling&lt;/i&gt; around the house. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{sam} actually decided to become a walker on his first birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CkTqqbcAUQ/TixbmDD6RpI/AAAAAAAADas/MoMYRJ67HvA/s1600/mattypunchessam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CkTqqbcAUQ/TixbmDD6RpI/AAAAAAAADas/MoMYRJ67HvA/s320/mattypunchessam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the bittersweetness sets in, i wish i could have soaked up all of it a little more, but with 2 it makes it a little harder. i know i've taken time with each boy and learned who they are individually. yes, they are twins, but their personalities are so very different. and i've loved seeing those little personalities develop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sam}&lt;br /&gt;he's my big sensitive bear. he's more brut &amp;amp; brawn than gentle or graceful. his heart is tender &amp;amp; sweet. i treasure his huge grin and his giggles &amp;amp; babbles that fill the house. he's also my big snuggler. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and who doesn't love a snuggler?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it's great because he's sturdy enough to squeeze really tightly. just thinking of how good it feels to squeeze him almost makes me want to go and get him out of bed...almost. at times he hesitates or wants a little extra assurance that i'm still close by. i have a feeling he won't ever be far from me &amp;amp; that makes my little heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and {matty}&lt;br /&gt;he's my scrappy little fighter. he has no idea that his size is small or that it should inhibit him in anyway. if he wants it, he'll go for it! and sometimes he has even taken on {ben} to do so. i laugh at the prognosis the doctors made of him. there is no way this little guy was ever gonna 'have a high likelihood to pass away'. he's an explorer by nature. driven to find and try new things. this kid will always be keeping me on my toes wanting to know what's gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, when you put them together...they melt my heart. i see that they balance each other. i see that they have to work together to fully succeed. they were made as a pair. but the sweetest &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and yes, now i'm crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; thing i see of them is that {matty} is not only a fighter, but a protecter. and {sam} not only has a sensitive, but a loyal heart. {matty} is the protector of {sam}s heart and {sam} the softener to {matty}s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in awe of the 2 of them...what they've come through, who they are becoming and how they change the dynamic of our family. happy first birthday to my babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5632973077778523138"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-siHvBHxb89Y/TixXK2JT5AI/AAAAAAAADac/K4DEYFRtN10/s320/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-1233286419006734289?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/1233286419006734289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=1233286419006734289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1233286419006734289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/1233286419006734289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-year-of-adventures-with.html' title='my first year of adventures with twinsies'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CkTqqbcAUQ/TixbmDD6RpI/AAAAAAAADas/MoMYRJ67HvA/s72-c/mattypunchessam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4070547932724174019</id><published>2011-07-20T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:03:10.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Party shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5631465714868415106'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eSCv09s3PEo/Tib8OxuF6oI/AAAAAAAADaY/UnpfCd3xU8s/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-4070547932724174019?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/4070547932724174019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=4070547932724174019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4070547932724174019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/4070547932724174019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eSCv09s3PEo/Tib8OxuF6oI/AAAAAAAADaY/UnpfCd3xU8s/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3561102003698467883</id><published>2011-07-19T08:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T20:30:25.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>adventures from behind the shopping cart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5630337868275561378"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Kz_DxsTwd8g/TiL6ddv-s6I/AAAAAAAADZM/GxZlq83A5vY/s288/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my view from behind the shopping cart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/112504751808282712861/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5630839215583442866"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-E2fMJwrB7dk/TiTCbuAwt7I/AAAAAAAADaQ/nRrrBxSieVY/s288/2.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;a href="http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/easy-way-out-adventures.html"&gt;my post the other day&lt;/a&gt; i've had several emails about how i do even go to the store by myself. i thought going to the store with 1 was impossible...then there were 2...and then...4. so, let me fill ya in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while mostly i do not go to the store on solo missions, i do sometimes need out of the house for short 'to get' type of lists. so we went to target for diapers &amp;amp; a few things for the twins upcoming birthday celebration. there are typically 2 ways i can do it, either with a double shopping cart &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, the gigantic ones that don't turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; or either of my big strollers and my moby wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wear one of the twins. i usually end up wearing {matty} since he's the smallest, but sometimes {sam} just needs some momma time too. the big boys ride in the cart, although {ben} is big enough to walk along side me or ride on the end of the cart too. i prefer the shopping cart because of the space to put things. the stroller just doesn't allow for bigger or lots of items. but i can do the stroller if i bring my own bags &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;which i usually do anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and hang them from the handles. this is ideal for really quick trips &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who am i kidding?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or i don' feel like hunting for or cannot find a double shopping cart. i put {gabe} and one of the twins in and wear the other, while {ben} walks along side of us. {ben} likes carrying &lt;i&gt;his own&lt;/i&gt; bag so that helps to entertain him. and the boys sometimes do better with the stroller because it's a familiar space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either of these methods work with multiple &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, even just 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; kiddos. just be prepared to switch it up in the middle of the store if need be. the earlier in the day i go, the better because of nap times. sometimes i bring snacks for the kids to munch on if we'll be out a little longer, like graham crackers, pretzels or cereal. that's a good distraction for a bit. and then my fall back is lollipops. i'm not against bribing. i have boys after all, not sweet still-sitting perfect angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy shopping! what's your trick to shopping with kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3561102003698467883?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3561102003698467883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3561102003698467883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3561102003698467883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3561102003698467883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-from-behind-shopping-cart.html' title='adventures from behind the shopping cart'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-Kz_DxsTwd8g/TiL6ddv-s6I/AAAAAAAADZM/GxZlq83A5vY/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8367467797663642842</id><published>2011-07-18T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:58:00.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single-parent sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>single parent sundays &amp; a baby dedication</title><content type='html'>during greeting time at church this morning, i spotted a friend getting coffee &amp;amp; a muffin. completely forgetting that she's rather jumpy, i thought i should sneak up &amp;amp; startle her just a bit...bad decision! and because of my bad decision, i got coffee in my mouth &amp;amp; all down the front of my dress. haha! i totally deserved it. and i was also quite thankful it was more on the lukewarm side rather than hot! and then there was the picnic after church...outside...at noon! i got a little hot &amp;amp; sweaty. wrangling 4 kiddos will do that to ya no matter the heat, but we'll just say that the heat was an added bonus affect.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i got home, watered plants &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;why not, i was already sweaty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; put the boys down for their nap, i really had no other option than to shower &amp;amp; change clothes before night church. because tonight &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just a few short days from the twins 1st birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; we had baby dedication. now i've learned a few things in years past of watching &amp;amp; participating in baby dedications.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;they can cause unexpected emotions, so don't get caught without a tissue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;change diapers just before going on stage, kids have been known to have blowouts through theirs &amp;amp; their parents sunday's best.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no wearing of shirts or dresses that can easily be pulled down &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;especially if the kid is hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;because who wants a wardrobe malfunction on the stage of a church people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;that being said, i picked my next church outfit carefully. i wore my white linen pants &amp;amp; a black tank. i did wear a necklace that could be used as a distraction if necessary. and thankfully it endured the test of a twin baby dedication. there were no blowouts or wardrobe malfunctions. there were, however, tears&amp;nbsp;flowing. thanks to my wonderful husband, they were from sentiment &amp;amp; laughter. he had me crying because i was laughing too hard. love him for it. and the following is the center of what we talked about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;psalm 127:3-5&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the message&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Don't you see that children are&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;'s best gift?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like a warrior's fistful of arrows&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;are the children of a vigorous youth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, how blessed are you parents,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;with your quivers full of children!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Your enemies don't stand a chance against you;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you'll sweep them right off your doorstep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our quiver is full. we have dedicated our little arrows to be raised to know the Lord...of course with the help of family &amp;amp; friends. we are blessed beyond measure &amp;amp; are truly grateful for all of you over the past year. here's to many more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;my camera ended up at my in-laws house and of course i have no pictures on my phone either. sorry. i'll post some when i get them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8367467797663642842?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8367467797663642842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8367467797663642842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8367467797663642842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8367467797663642842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/single-parent-sundays-baby-dedication.html' title='single parent sundays &amp; a baby dedication'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-3439582764735220880</id><published>2011-07-15T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:32:30.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>summer adventure survival</title><content type='html'>there is always that one thing or place that will forever be nostalgic and remind you of summer. &amp;nbsp;you know like popsicles, watermelon, slip n slides, fireworks &amp;amp; late nights. for me, it's been my back deck &amp;amp; yard. this was the first summer we have &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; been able to enjoy it. no matter where we are in 10 years, this summer was full of adventures that will always be in my memory. it is my happy place that i will constantly refer to as the boys grow older and yet they won't remember much. bu they will have memories because i took pictures and told stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how &amp;amp; where we are&amp;nbsp;surviving&amp;nbsp;our summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629268069148686642"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SLLMGZu7P5U/Th8te9cOeTI/AAAAAAAADYo/AtmbZ2KPqLc/s400/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our safe &amp;amp; shaded deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks to our &lt;a href="http://www.backyardcity.com/Shade-Sails-Coolaroo.htm"&gt;shade sail&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; pool fence all are free to run, walk or crawl to their heart's desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763228841272034"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xrOcHaKXlTo/TiDv1DCj4uI/AAAAAAAADYs/DMK7QQz4AIE/s288/8.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our cozy deck all dressed up&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with our 'party lights' as {ben} calls them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763239532412466"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dUKa_HFvq0I/TiDv1q3hvjI/AAAAAAAADYw/tDRNECBuvFk/s288/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and who doesn't love a relaxing ride on the hammock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;although we have a hammock, this isn't mine, but i just adore this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763242245383170"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-9a7FlWW714M/TiDv10-WZAI/AAAAAAAADY0/P5ViA066yJI/s288/9.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;porch swings make for fabulous substitute rocket ships &amp;amp; airplanes for the kiddos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and for us adults, a great way to spend the evening chatting away with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763249175610178"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rkddatk-ALA/TiDv2OypQ0I/AAAAAAAADY4/vtxjJI0Xl1c/s288/4.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;our DIY baby pool in a rubbermaid tub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{sam} loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763255351754978"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HLVe_OqTtio/TiDv2lzJwOI/AAAAAAAADY8/vtGzd-4EB5I/s288/3.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and so did {matty}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with just a little bit of water it was heavy enough to not tip over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; the walls are tall enough they could stand up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763259082217826"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ruVFyqKN7X8/TiDv2zskGWI/AAAAAAAADZA/j2JeZnW-t7E/s288/5.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and who doesn't love a ride in a &lt;a href="http://www.homedepot.com/buy/outdoors/outdoor-play-activities/timber-bilt/racing-roadster-toddler-swing-21569.html"&gt;convertible&lt;/a&gt; on a gorgeous summer evening?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763266275364722"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Lo_N4aGifuU/TiDv3Ofiz3I/AAAAAAAADZE/zWfWtAPZUeQ/s400/7.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sitting in my hammock watching {ben} &amp;amp; {gabe} hard at work digging in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watering plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5629763271116487346"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-mT-HPAWE02w/TiDv3ghwerI/AAAAAAAADZI/JSB6rGmi4y4/s288/6.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the center of most of the action...the pool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doesn't it look refreshing?! let me tell ya, it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-3439582764735220880?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/3439582764735220880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=3439582764735220880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3439582764735220880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/3439582764735220880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-adventure-survival.html' title='summer adventure survival'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-SLLMGZu7P5U/Th8te9cOeTI/AAAAAAAADYo/AtmbZ2KPqLc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-628281967980534476</id><published>2011-07-13T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:22:01.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flashback'/><title type='text'>a conquest in the battle of humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5628665188277017186" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-f7Y3L-02BmY/Th0JKrLb2mI/AAAAAAAADYc/SvyZ4yq8_ro/s288/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;{hannah} @ 40 weeks &amp;amp; me @ 34 weeks&lt;br /&gt;we'd been swimming &amp;amp; it was july...&lt;br /&gt;please excuse everything but the big bellies :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've found myself being more sentimental than normal recently. and no, there are no pregnancy hormones to blame people. seriously! i just keep thinking about where i was last july. i keep thinking about how far i...we as a family have come over the past year. i'm sure i will be like this every year, but this is the first, so just indulge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on modified bed rest to allow maximum blood flow to {matty}. i really just couldn't...i tried to sit &amp;amp; rest. and really i did but because i had worn myself out. which really isn't the objective of bedrest. i was in a battle of humility. i was having to &lt;i&gt;let&lt;/i&gt; people help me. it was horrible. all of these mundane, every day sort of tasks, people were helping me with. i felt that i was still very capable. i &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; do those things. but that wasn't what the doctors were asking me. they knew i could and was fully capable of doing my 'housework', what they wanted was for me to simply &lt;i&gt;not do it&lt;/i&gt;. i was being told NO. gasp! how dare they! i am the one to tell others&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; {ben} &amp;amp; {gabe} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;NO...i definitely wasn't used to hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i have friends who know me well enough to just come &amp;amp; take over. i had a friend who would come &amp;amp; clean my floors for me weekly. i had friends come &amp;amp; pick up the boys so i could actually lay down and get some rest. i also had friends have the boys over for play dates...cook me meals...do my laundry...paint my toenails...buy me books to read on bed rest. it was a pretty sweet deal. i just wasn't much for all the attention. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only then had i truly known what life would be like now, i really would have taken advantage of those offerings much more frequently. but then again, no one could have prepared me for it. i've learned that i can't be quite so independent and that i truly need help. i take it a bit more graciously these days. although it's still hard when i feel they are things that i &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; do...they just don't &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; done. accepting i've done, figuring out how to appropriately thank my wonderful God-sent helpers...still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that to say, check out my amazingly clean house that my wonderful mother-in-law did while i took the boys to north carolina last week. needless to say, i made them wait outside while i walked thru the cleanliness first. blessed and overly loved by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ic4yInPDjk/Th0Hiu_-54I/AAAAAAAADYU/HLrGAbOBwcs/s1600/cleanmaster.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ic4yInPDjk/Th0Hiu_-54I/AAAAAAAADYU/HLrGAbOBwcs/s1600/cleanmaster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLUN5PDlTkU/Th0HjhYgwEI/AAAAAAAADYY/z7yjG0bQvuU/s1600/cleantvroom.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLUN5PDlTkU/Th0HjhYgwEI/AAAAAAAADYY/z7yjG0bQvuU/s1600/cleantvroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>the easy way out adventures</title><content type='html'>as many of you would guess, time is hard commodity to come by in our house. i've definitely had to learn how to truly multi-task, plan ahead &amp;amp; time things &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;out a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in all areas of life. it's against the very core of my being to have a schedule to stick to, but i have learned how &lt;strike&gt;wonderful&lt;/strike&gt; necessary it truly is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to some degree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i never want to be the person that can't be flexible with their schedule or OCD about things that were planned to do &amp;amp; didn't get done. personally, i think it adds unnecessary stress when you could just be enjoying this ride we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd say the number 1 question i get asked is "how do you do it?!" to which i usually respond, "by the grace of God and lots of prayers." which is totally true, but i've also figured out a few tricks to help ease the everyday needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have toddlers &amp;amp; babies, so cooking &amp;amp; meal times are stressful! and i'm usually the only one home for most meals. so i, like most moms, try to makes as few arguments as possible &amp;amp; feed my kids what i know they will eat...which for us is protein. i've got boys, what can i say?! my meal rule...eat whatever for lunch, but you eat what mommy &amp;amp; daddy eat at dinner. and then i usually bribe them with dessert to finish dinner. :)&lt;br /&gt;* i do my big trips of grocery shopping online. thankfully we have a store locally that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for the small fee of $4.95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; will shop for you, load the car &amp;amp; take your payment at the car when you come to pick it up. it's awesome!  if you live in the mid-atlantic &lt;a href="http://www.harristeeter.com/shopping/express_lane/express_lane.aspx"&gt;check to see &lt;/a&gt;if one near you does the same.&lt;br /&gt;* i buy chicken tenderloins because they cook faster&lt;br /&gt;* i use my crock pot year round! instead of boiling chicken on the stove, i'll stick it in the crock pot &amp;amp; pull it out &amp;amp; shred it at dinner. i always make extra because my boys tear through some chicken.&lt;br /&gt;* i cook spaghetti or whatever other fun shaped whole wheat noodles by the box full &amp;amp; put them in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;around the house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i use kitchen scissors to cut up food for my boys. much faster &amp;amp; easier than the standard fork &amp;amp; knife...we have 3 pairs :)&lt;br /&gt;* we have mainly hard surfaces in the house, so we bought a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=hoover+floormate&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;tbm=shop&amp;amp;cid=6426816067028061983&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=P44cTujNA8j40gG_78nOBw&amp;amp;ved=0CHYQ8wIwAQ"&gt;vacuum/ hard floor cleaner&lt;/a&gt;. it's amazing! first i vacuum, and without getting anything else out, i clean &amp;amp; dry the floors. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bonus: it's great for blocking out the sounds of extra whiny kiddos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;* i can't usually fold laundry right away, but need to keep things moving, so i will pull everything out of the dryer &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;after the 2nd buzzer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and make flat piles of clothes according to which room it's going to. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;babies, big boys, mine &amp;amp; {matt}'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and then i just have a massive folding session after dinner. sometimes not until after bed, which means i put them away the following morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;* i store my sheet sets together. i stack the folded sheets &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;amp; pillowcase for double beds &amp;amp; bigger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and then put in a pillowcase in the closet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and lately i've had a few of those "why didn't i think of that sooner" moments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* like i moved the high chairs from the dining room into the kitchen. guess i thought they wouldn't fit over the counter...i was wrong. now clean up is a breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5628539251071205650" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AtfCBNfO-Ms/ThyWoKhxQRI/AAAAAAAADYI/S-NVArssNWU/s288/2.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* and thanks to my genius &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; friend &lt;a href="http://heavenlymindedearthymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;hannah&lt;/a&gt;, i put {sam} in his own "baby pool". it was a great containment for him while i was watering plants in the backyard. he could stand up in it, but because of the weight of the water, it won't tip over. score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/kristi.ruckel/AdventuresWith4Under4?authkey=Gv1sRgCIrursmy_andGA#5628539259672685682"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VOHKJpdl314/ThyWoqkhbHI/AAAAAAAADYM/uBa2g3PmimU/s320/3.jpg" style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and my awesome cousin just posted today on facebook that she had stuck some snowballs in their deep freezer from the plentiful snow that poured over the midwest last winter. brilliant &amp;amp; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* and Jen over at &lt;a href="http://www.buriedwithchildren.com/how-to-clean-up-a-wet-bed/"&gt;Buried With Children&lt;/a&gt; gave a great how-to for dealing with a middle of the night bed wetting...and we all know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that i've forgotten plenty but now i wanna know,what are your tried &amp;amp; true mommyhood survival tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-6108644043618950144?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/6108644043618950144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=6108644043618950144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6108644043618950144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/6108644043618950144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/easy-way-out-adventures.html' title='the easy way out adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-AtfCBNfO-Ms/ThyWoKhxQRI/AAAAAAAADYI/S-NVArssNWU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-8092007291523001442</id><published>2011-07-08T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:01:42.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama kat&apos;s'/><title type='text'>adventures of old school sitcom tv</title><content type='html'>in another prompt from &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/07/family-tv-shows/"&gt;mama kat's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;here's a list of 10 old tv shows that i'd like to see make a comeback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family tv these days comes down to reality or competition shows. i have no problem with either, but what happened to the good ole wholesome sitcoms of primetime programming that we &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; all watch together. there were so many shows &amp;amp; after reading several blogs &amp;amp; reminiscing, i thought i'd try to find some different ones than repeats of the same popular 10 shows.&amp;nbsp;most of these are shows that we watched together as a family, some of them are just favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and in no particular order...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. the wonder years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plain and simple. it was so relatable and unique. plus kevin was a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ODvOLF2oUU/ThcbFHbkhDI/AAAAAAAADXI/YmVw4oWixU4/s1600/tvthewonderyears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ODvOLF2oUU/ThcbFHbkhDI/AAAAAAAADXI/YmVw4oWixU4/s320/tvthewonderyears.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. the nanny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can still sing the title song. and that laugh! it was hysterical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKOTSmi-sRk/ThcbWb5ZkZI/AAAAAAAADXs/CGHIJ968WLQ/s1600/tvthenanny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKOTSmi-sRk/ThcbWb5ZkZI/AAAAAAAADXs/CGHIJ968WLQ/s320/tvthenanny.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. family matters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;steve urkel. enough said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6Vlk2nVueM/ThcbOx4CCnI/AAAAAAAADXY/PJ9-Inp78Fo/s1600/tvfamilymatters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6Vlk2nVueM/ThcbOx4CCnI/AAAAAAAADXY/PJ9-Inp78Fo/s320/tvfamilymatters.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. quantum leap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this show was just fascinating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIyYWhZ0x7M/ThcbTIxKWeI/AAAAAAAADXk/PK-FvuHpyXE/s1600/tvquantum-leap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIyYWhZ0x7M/ThcbTIxKWeI/AAAAAAAADXk/PK-FvuHpyXE/s1600/tvquantum-leap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. 7th heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the white picket fence, perfect parents, uncomplicated world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stereotypical perfect family kinda television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coO2RqFyFJ4/ThcbKMSjHWI/AAAAAAAADXM/AFY-yisLYgA/s1600/tv7thheaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-coO2RqFyFJ4/ThcbKMSjHWI/AAAAAAAADXM/AFY-yisLYgA/s320/tv7thheaven.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. macgyver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his legacy lives on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NnEpxJb66Q/ThcbRxIqQeI/AAAAAAAADXg/o5pYxTFJ2s8/s1600/tvmacgyver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NnEpxJb66Q/ThcbRxIqQeI/AAAAAAAADXg/o5pYxTFJ2s8/s1600/tvmacgyver.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. home improvement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was the ultimate show in our house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2-vTSREyLw/ThcbQf_0uNI/AAAAAAAADXc/-YzUdSRVaxE/s1600/tvhomeimprovement.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2-vTSREyLw/ThcbQf_0uNI/AAAAAAAADXc/-YzUdSRVaxE/s1600/tvhomeimprovement.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. who's the boss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loved the crazy grandma. she was the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClXKiT2ZAV4/ThcbtgEZEqI/AAAAAAAADXw/TAazs6hC3mY/s1600/tvwhostheboss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClXKiT2ZAV4/ThcbtgEZEqI/AAAAAAAADXw/TAazs6hC3mY/s320/tvwhostheboss.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. the cosby show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"because in a house full of love...theres always room for more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i always thought that cliff &amp;amp; clair were the coolest parents ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QDCREbGNJQ/ThcbUzPDZQI/AAAAAAAADXo/Iem3xRvgHKw/s1600/tvthe-cosby-show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QDCREbGNJQ/ThcbUzPDZQI/AAAAAAAADXo/Iem3xRvgHKw/s320/tvthe-cosby-show.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. dr. quinn medicine woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this ones for you {b}, i remember watching this one with your family :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX7H8d7-SDA/ThcbLory2lI/AAAAAAAADXQ/biMaORVJqVY/s1600/tvdr_quinn_medicine_woman-show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FX7H8d7-SDA/ThcbLory2lI/AAAAAAAADXQ/biMaORVJqVY/s320/tvdr_quinn_medicine_woman-show.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what shows did you watch or would you like to see comeback?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-8092007291523001442?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/8092007291523001442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=8092007291523001442' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8092007291523001442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/8092007291523001442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-of-old-school-sitcom-tv.html' title='adventures of old school sitcom tv'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ODvOLF2oUU/ThcbFHbkhDI/AAAAAAAADXI/YmVw4oWixU4/s72-c/tvthewonderyears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-5786426113680295023</id><published>2011-07-07T13:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T13:12:56.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommyhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama kat&apos;s'/><title type='text'>dear paci adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rAKC8DaUX0/ThX1W8EiKoI/AAAAAAAADW8/k6WPwHhJxd8/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rAKC8DaUX0/ThX1W8EiKoI/AAAAAAAADW8/k6WPwHhJxd8/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear paci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first you were my best friend. i loved you. i truly did. you were so cute...adorably oversized on my tiny baby's face. you were everything i needed you to be. you did everything i asked of you. but now you've become an addiction &amp;amp; you just don't know when to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our&amp;nbsp;symbiotic&amp;nbsp;relationship is coming to an end. it's bittersweet really. you not being here means that babies are getting bigger and growing older. but in the end, i can live with that. having to hunt for a you in the middle of the night...i'm over it. having to have you &amp;amp; a backup on every outing...over that to!&amp;nbsp;i am tired of removing you when i need to understand the 2 yr old. i hate that i can't see a precious boy's smile because you are hiding it from the camera. and lastly,&amp;nbsp;you hurt my foot when i unintentionally step on you once you've been discarded...unless you end of in the bottomless abyss of disappearing pacis and i can't ever find you when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbqOuBa0kQ/ThX1aePE7jI/AAAAAAAADXA/IGQYFY4e7Os/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QGbqOuBa0kQ/ThX1aePE7jI/AAAAAAAADXA/IGQYFY4e7Os/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you please turn into something awful tasting? or figure out a way to become unpleasant? i would rather you work this out on your own so i don't have to interfere. because if i do interfere, there will be lots of crying...for all parties involved. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;your soon-to-be-former best friend of 3 paci loving babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugTa2gKqHpk/ThX1g5VpGvI/AAAAAAAADXE/iRzmgdz10uI/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugTa2gKqHpk/ThX1g5VpGvI/AAAAAAAADXE/iRzmgdz10uI/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;again, this thursday's post is brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/07/family-tv-shows/"&gt;mama kat's pretty much world famous writer's workshop&lt;/a&gt;. there was another great prompt that i think i'll find the time to add tomorrow...about tv shows we should bring back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414831910881099975-5786426113680295023?l=adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/feeds/5786426113680295023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2414831910881099975&amp;postID=5786426113680295023' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5786426113680295023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414831910881099975/posts/default/5786426113680295023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventureswiththeruckels.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-paci-adventures.html' title='dear paci adventures'/><author><name>adventures with 4 under 4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01121477203448530274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQAmoYO3bDE/TkRBbVnfirI/AAAAAAAADck/wHAwcupc9Hw/s1600/blog%2525252520logo%2525252520200x200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3rAKC8DaUX0/ThX1W8EiKoI/AAAAAAAADW8/k6WPwHhJxd8/s72-c/IMG_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414831910881099975.post-4759488786016868592</id><published>2011-07-05T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:58:01.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makin&apos; it work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>adventures of pulling up the boot straps &amp; doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{matt} is headed outta town for a work trip for the end of this week. so instead of the stresses of staying home as a single parent for a few days, i decided i'd rather have the stresses of a solo 5.5 hour drive to my mom's house. my reasoning: they would be strapped into carseats and have a 'reason' to be tv zombies and then i'd have help once i got there. i don't like being home without him, so this somehow helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning started off in utter chaos &amp;amp; frustration. {matt} &amp;amp; i awoke to shouts of "{gabe} spilled his yogurt on the floor." ...on the fresh new carpet&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; that lasted a few days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;at the foot of our bed. ugh! apparently big brother {ben} was being helpful and got {gabe} some yogurt for breakfast. thanks {ben}, but next time please don't give your brother yogurt. but really that's why we got the speckled stuff we did...to hide the fact that our little boys are really dirty little monsters. thank goodness for resolve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i let my wonderful husband clean up that mess while i headed to the nursery. by the time i got down the stairs i heard that the whines had turned to full blown cries during the yogurt debacle. and then i opened the door...little {matty} guy had a diaper malfunction. he's crafty &amp;amp; has already figured out how to take his diaper off and has already been deemed onsie or shorts 24/7. somehow he scooted his diaper over so he tiny little baby tushy was hanging out one side &amp;amp; therefore, so was what he had already deposited in said diaper. thankfully it could have been worse &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;soooo very much worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. he did manage to paint a little on his bumper, sheets &amp;amp; himself but nothing so bad that i gagged to death. giving an almost 1 year old a bath first thing in the morning is difficult. he was so slippery and i was &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; barely enough to deal with it. but while i was at it, {sam} might as well get one too. i started giving them baths when {matt} came down to offer help. he picked bath time over diaper malfunction clean up and surprisingly i was thankful. i got done before {matt} finished so i grabbed 1 boy at a time to get them dressed. thankful not every morning starts off like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rushed to gather &amp;amp; pack things. it was my spontaneous and unorganized procrastinator self coming out. i got all of us packed &amp;amp; on the road in 2 hours &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;with no big forgotten items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. amazing if i do say so myself. and for that fact, the day was looking much better and full potential. now for the driving. ideally:  no stops, no traffic, everyone naps &amp;amp; i don't have to listen to cartoons the entire duration of the trip. my plan was totally working out. we drove happily along &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;for the most part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;without much traffic 1 pit stop and only a few insane drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were about 50 miles from my parents. then it happened. {gabe} started puking. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i started having flashbacks to the horrible awful no good very bad vacation we had as a family in march that started off almost the exact. same. way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i pulled off at the next exit &amp;amp; into the closest gas station. {gabe} was bawling. {ben} was freaking out. and the twins were just whining. and with the snap of the fingers the pleasantness of the previous few hours flew out the window like a jet plane &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;isn't it a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mazing how a short span of seconds can do that to a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and i just started doing.  that is a slight perk of flying solo. there's no dance or frustration around who is gonna do the dirty work. it's just you so you just pull up the boot straps and do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than thankful for {matt} who is an awesome mr. mom, yes even better than i in some areas. but when it's chaotic or drama filled moment, it's sometimes hard to distinguish who does what. who comforts the hurt child &amp;amp; who gathers the first aid kit? who hoses off the kid &amp;amp; who picks up the mess left behind? who cleans up the broken glass &amp;amp; who keeps the kids away from the crime scene? it is easier to &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; when we are the only one &amp;amp; have to, but that's why God gives us helpmates, so we aren't always the ones having 
