<?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-7643628675758912720</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:44:14.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nilsen Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8189979962211207456</id><published>2008-10-30T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:22:05.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New 'Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never imagined it would happen this way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started with a Barbie doll, when I saw the crazy new hair-do on the doll in Molly's room, I knew it was only a matter of time before Molly herself got a new hair cut. What I didn't see coming was that it was my sweet little AVA who was going to be the "hairstylist"!!!! Here are the pics (we ended up going to Fantastic Sam's to try to save what we could)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263151730624160642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SQp4nRbV44I/AAAAAAAAAXE/2AngMuMhIhM/s320/100_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is actually the good side!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263151739408055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SQp4nyJlfZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/CL3B3mesHCY/s320/100_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;from the front, at first glance, it looked like Ava did a pretty good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263151745642451090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SQp4oJX-0JI/AAAAAAAAAXU/ZHvE62MUvvM/s320/100_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;she is very happy with her lop-sided bob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263151753778402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SQp4onrvk0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/Gr2YMHseLZI/s320/100_0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263151768206758850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SQp4pdbu08I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Nx-Z0ffjE-Q/s320/100_0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ava likes it too, and says she will NEVER do that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8189979962211207456?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8189979962211207456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8189979962211207456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8189979962211207456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8189979962211207456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-do.html' title='A New &apos;Do'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SQp4nRbV44I/AAAAAAAAAXE/2AngMuMhIhM/s72-c/100_0918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3544435842303463140</id><published>2008-09-08T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:59:32.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are We Trying To Save?</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get my life in order this past week...I just feel like I am losing touch with what is important to me.  I am guilty of letting the daily grind over shadow the big picture...I have forgotten to look at life from an eternal view.  So this past week I wrote down the changes I want to make so that my priorities can once again be my priorities.  One of those changes is that I need to make a better effort to get my family in Church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt;.  We need to be involved in a Christian community.  I had attended a great church a couple of months ago, and yesterday I thought I would bring the girls there again.  That is a big piece of what I want for my girls...a church home...a place that they can grow and nurture their faith...a place that they will feel comfortable opening up to when they feel like they cannot talk to me (&lt;-- I hope that doesn't happen, but I know that it will one day).  So, we pull into the church parking lot, and there is a small group of women holding up signs quoting biblical verses.  I didn't really think much of it...I wondered if the ladies attended the church, but that was it.  Inside I was shocked to hear what was going on...the church wants to build a youth center and extend their parking lot around the side of the building, but apparently that would infringe on a PRAIRIE DOG colony!  I couldn't believe it!  How much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; does that make?  Save the prairie dogs at the cost of not being able to save our children?  I am sorry, but when Ava and Molly are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teens...I want them to have a place to go where they can express themselves and have some Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt;!  I know that wildlife is important...my husband works very hard as a natural resource specialist...but where were these people when their own homes were being built?  Prairie dogs are NOT endangered, but their natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;predators&lt;/span&gt; are pretty sparse.  If we allow the colony numbers to get so high, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when we have problems with the plague.  Nobody wants that.  The problem is that nobody wants MORE prairie dogs, so the church cannot relocate the pups.  The next most humane thing to do, would be to "relocate" them to the black footed ferret program.  The black footed ferret IS endangered...and they are picky eaters, they only eat prairie dogs.  So, I am all for saving our future generations, and if I was asked to be an activist for a rodent, I would at least pick one that is in danger of extinction.  Sorry to the prairie dogs, I do think that they are cute, but I think we are called to teach the Word to our children.&lt;br /&gt;When we walked out of church yesterday, I got a better look at their signs.  They were calling me a murderer.  They were saying that I don't obey the ten commandments.  My heart was broken for a minute until I remembered my priorities...My God and My Family.  Not prairie dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3544435842303463140?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3544435842303463140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3544435842303463140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3544435842303463140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3544435842303463140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-are-we-trying-to-save.html' title='Who Are We Trying To Save?'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2415023258159448116</id><published>2008-08-05T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:14:26.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAh-PzW_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iCRfhXbcbsE/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231283394556681202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAh-PzW_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iCRfhXbcbsE/s320/100_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading Braydin's 4H book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAiIxhuoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1I_v59HmpvM/s1600-h/100_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231283397382486658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAiIxhuoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1I_v59HmpvM/s320/100_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAiUSwp2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/wja8otEnrfU/s1600-h/100_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231283400474666850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAiUSwp2I/AAAAAAAAAWs/wja8otEnrfU/s320/100_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Girlz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAit-PFSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/T6sQsAhuU1I/s1600-h/100_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231283407367902498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAit-PFSI/AAAAAAAAAW0/T6sQsAhuU1I/s320/100_0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chrissy and Braydin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAiquG38I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Fqcql6QQk6s/s1600-h/100_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231283406494949314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAiquG38I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Fqcql6QQk6s/s320/100_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Debbie and Braydin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2415023258159448116?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2415023258159448116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2415023258159448116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2415023258159448116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2415023258159448116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-from-park.html' title='Pictures from the park'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJlAh-PzW_I/AAAAAAAAAWc/iCRfhXbcbsE/s72-c/100_0876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-1013681637218398200</id><published>2008-08-05T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:03:43.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJk5zVjoXTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TXlZx9KAr8g/s1600-h/100_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231275996290243890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJk5zVjoXTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TXlZx9KAr8g/s400/100_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun day this was! Last week I took Ava and Molly up to the mountains for a week (just the girls!), and we ended up connecting with Debbie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braydin&lt;/span&gt;!  And here I am today...a week later...and I am still overcome with joy and pride over the young lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braydin&lt;/span&gt; has become!  She was so happy...so healthy...so so so sweet!  It was so good to see her and Deb, they really are a BIG part of my life.  It is hard for me to admit, but seeing them really healed something in me that I hadn't realized was still aching....I know God has carried me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; all of this, but I am still human, still a girl, still a &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt;...I do carry some pain from the whole experience.  It is hard to put into words...I don't want to make it sound like I have regrets...that's not it...it is more that there are still pieces of a broken heart to pick up.  I am so thankful that they continue to include me in their lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-1013681637218398200?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1013681637218398200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=1013681637218398200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/1013681637218398200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/1013681637218398200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-day-at-park.html' title='A Special Day at the Park'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SJk5zVjoXTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/TXlZx9KAr8g/s72-c/100_0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-7969216295487771968</id><published>2008-07-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:43:42.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SILCIVfn1pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r9UtBtqo8C0/s1600-h/Debbie+and+Braydin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224951966167717522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SILCIVfn1pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r9UtBtqo8C0/s320/Debbie+and+Braydin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SILCIZD0_uI/AAAAAAAAAWM/N-cWmTTfWkA/s1600-h/Kirk+and+Braydin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224951967124881122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SILCIZD0_uI/AAAAAAAAAWM/N-cWmTTfWkA/s320/Kirk+and+Braydin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nine years....WOW! I remember the day of her birth like it was yesterday. My OB had decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;induce&lt;/span&gt; labor, to make it easier for everyone to attend the birth (after all, my birthing coach and "special teams" HAD to make it here from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; Springs!). I remember having to go to the hospital the night before the scheduled birth day...I was nervous that the hospital would feel especially cold to me considering the circumstances...so I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maxx&lt;/span&gt; to purchase some new socks. I walked into the store thinking, "This will be our last shopping trip together..." I wiped the tears from my eyes and reminded myself that this little girl was going to have a life like I would never be able to give her on my own....that was all I could give to her. I love her that much. The lady who rang me up at the register said the usual, "Oh my...when are you due?!?" as she glanced down to my huge belly. I got some strange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; telling her I was on my way to the hospital now, like maybe it was a scene out of a movie where as she asked me, my water broke or something dramatic like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no...no real excitement...just a long, quiet drive to the hospital. My mom drove me. We checked in like I was checking into a hotel. That lady was very nice, I liked that she spoke to me like I was going to be a mom. She was the only one in the whole hospital who didn't know our story...again it made me feel like I was living someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; life. I wanted to be someone else, for the first time in a long time I felt like I couldn't do this...that I wasn't strong enough to willingly give my love, my hopes, my everything away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the labor and delivery room, the nurse hooked me up to all the monitors. It was then that I realized how scared I really was...I was going to have a baby! I remember praying for emotional strength and physical strength...surely it was from God that I survived that day at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sleep much that night...I talked to the baby, cried, and prayed almost the whole night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, when I saw Kirk and Debbie, all of my pain was gone. I felt such peace when they walked in that door...God had healed my heart that fast. Debbie handed me some hair ties, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt;, and a picture frame she picked out at the hospital gift shop. I handed her a wrapped children's Bible, with a picture of me and a letter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Braydin&lt;/span&gt; inside. I could tell that they had not slept too well the night before either. I thought how their lives were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to change. I thought about how well I had cared for their baby while God had entrusted her to me for the past 10 months. I couldn't help but smile with the most sincere joy that I had ever felt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough it was "go" time. With Kirk, Debbie and my Mom holding my hands and legs...and God holding my heart...that sweet baby girl was born into the most loving family I had ever met. That was the greatest birthday present I had ever given or received. I love to "revisit" that day in my memory... especially today. Happy Birthday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Braydin&lt;/span&gt;...I love you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see you all next weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-7969216295487771968?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7969216295487771968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=7969216295487771968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7969216295487771968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7969216295487771968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/special-birthday.html' title='A Special Birthday'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SILCIVfn1pI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r9UtBtqo8C0/s72-c/Debbie+and+Braydin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3381470336228237558</id><published>2008-06-27T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:01:05.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SGW2KbB2M9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/U024Fw0LLPQ/s1600-h/100_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216776033549038546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SGW2KbB2M9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/U024Fw0LLPQ/s320/100_0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SGW2Kl4Y9eI/AAAAAAAAAVk/InpwaNbx4Nk/s1600-h/100_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216776036462163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SGW2Kl4Y9eI/AAAAAAAAAVk/InpwaNbx4Nk/s320/100_0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week we had the opportunity to have our family picture taken by an amazing photographer!  I have not seen the pictures yet...but I have no doubt that they will be brilliant.  We chose to all wear white...the girls in dresses and E and I in white shirts/jeans...I can't wait to see how they turned out!  I have seen this studios work before and I am so happy that we get to remember our family just how we are now...blessed, loved, happy.  These are some of the pictures that I took while they were setting up.  I will let you know how they turn out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3381470336228237558?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3381470336228237558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3381470336228237558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3381470336228237558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3381470336228237558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-portrait.html' title='Family Portrait'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SGW2KbB2M9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/U024Fw0LLPQ/s72-c/100_0818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-7635166062096593713</id><published>2008-05-31T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:56:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let me fill you in....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the time lapse....we have been a busy family! Nothing major (I wish I could tell you we have been vacationing...) just life gets in the way sometimes. The girls are doing so great! They are so excited to go swimming this summer...I hope we will do that soon! Here are some pics of our busy days as of late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdEEG2lYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ro2xhaYdiRQ/s1600-h/100_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756074852881794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdEEG2lYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ro2xhaYdiRQ/s320/100_0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdDWsKOdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NGiq57AolAE/s1600-h/100_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756062661327314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdDWsKOdI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NGiq57AolAE/s320/100_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdDKqp-VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/j8nsDBXjleA/s1600-h/100_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756059433793874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdDKqp-VI/AAAAAAAAAU8/j8nsDBXjleA/s320/100_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdD9sEL6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/K7MxvMG3jP8/s1600-h/100_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756073129914274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdD9sEL6I/AAAAAAAAAVM/K7MxvMG3jP8/s320/100_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdCGejqhI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AiuATo_Ay8E/s1600-h/100_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206756041129437714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdCGejqhI/AAAAAAAAAU0/AiuATo_Ay8E/s320/100_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-7635166062096593713?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7635166062096593713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=7635166062096593713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7635166062096593713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7635166062096593713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-fill-you-in.html' title='let me fill you in....'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/SEIdEEG2lYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ro2xhaYdiRQ/s72-c/100_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-6592765882848362968</id><published>2008-03-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:46:15.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R-skoZtVpVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z8A2RIGivoQ/s1600-h/100_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182276072734303570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R-skoZtVpVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z8A2RIGivoQ/s320/100_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Easter, and I hope you all did, too! Our family went to church with E's parents...the service was wonderful and the handful of people that I had met there before went on and on about how amazing our wedding was (I must admit it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a great wedding)! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; was shocking, but very convicting...it was good. After that we spent the rest of the day with Erik's entire family. It's always good to see everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182276081324238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R-sko5tVpWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/jhzXEYwFi84/s320/100_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night when I was tucking sweet Ava into bed, she asked me to read her a bedtime story. We chose to read about when Peter jumped out of the boat when he saw Jesus on the shore. After the story I asked Ava why she thought Peter was so excited...Ava responded, "Because Jesus is risen!" I love her.  Sometimes in the chaos of special holidays, I feel like I am missing the point, I tend to focus on the wrong things.  I mean, I appreciate Easter for what it truly is...but I couldn't focus on that very well.  I am so humbled by my family, everyday they are here to remind me of all of the gifts God has given me, and the sacrifices He made so I can enjoy them forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-6592765882848362968?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6592765882848362968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=6592765882848362968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6592765882848362968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6592765882848362968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R-skoZtVpVI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Z8A2RIGivoQ/s72-c/100_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-6205360293821477719</id><published>2008-03-15T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:38:37.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly See's Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhxBP6s0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/OrVfHlsUmhU/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178191535090086722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhxBP6s0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/OrVfHlsUmhU/s400/0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was probably the scariest night so far in my career as a mom...Erik and I were in the living room waiting for a friend to come pick E up for the Nuggets game when we heard a "thud" and than screaming.  I have never heard Molly scream like that before!  Erik ran down the stairs to check on her.  I waited a few seconds, and when it was quiet I went down to see what had happened.  I walked in on a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frightening&lt;/span&gt; sight...Molly was in Erik's arms, her eyes were rolling back in her head, she was struggling to hold her head up, and then her eyes closed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;her head&lt;/span&gt; fell back into Erik's hand!  I checked her head for a bump...nothing.  She was only out for a second, and we asked Ava what had happened.  She said Molly was trying to stand on the ball and fell into the dresser, and hit her eye.  Erik called his cousin (who is a PA) and she walked us through what to look for.  After sitting on the bed for just a minute, Molly was walking a talking as usual.  we checked her eyes with a flashlight, they constricted the same.  I thought for sure she would have a black eye today, nope.  You would never know anything had happened.  But if I never see a child pass out again, it will be too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-6205360293821477719?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6205360293821477719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=6205360293821477719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6205360293821477719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6205360293821477719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/molly-sees-stars.html' title='Molly See&apos;s Stars'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhxBP6s0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/OrVfHlsUmhU/s72-c/0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-6948393552119504327</id><published>2008-03-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:26:26.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhBhP6svI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Mg5Tkjf7_nI/s1600-h/0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178190719046300402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhBhP6svI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Mg5Tkjf7_nI/s400/0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhBxP6swI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-b_D9MjiCp0/s1600-h/0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178190723341267714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhBxP6swI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-b_D9MjiCp0/s400/0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhCBP6sxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GNoCcP2lNCc/s1600-h/0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178190727636235026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhCBP6sxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GNoCcP2lNCc/s400/0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhCBP6syI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eqwOSeELYw0/s1600-h/0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178190727636235042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhCBP6syI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eqwOSeELYw0/s400/0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhCRP6szI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6iTh0_LKwSo/s1600-h/0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178190731931202354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhCRP6szI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6iTh0_LKwSo/s400/0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-6948393552119504327?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6948393552119504327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=6948393552119504327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6948393552119504327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6948393552119504327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/picture-day.html' title='Picture Day!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R9yhBhP6svI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Mg5Tkjf7_nI/s72-c/0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2132741771156390769</id><published>2008-03-02T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:05:35.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly-Moo Turns Two!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my &lt;em&gt;baby &lt;/em&gt;is two years old!  I remind myself daily of what Ava was doing when she was this age...and I know I shouldn't compare my girls, but more I am comparing my choices as a mother!  For instance, when Ava was 18 months old, I stopped carrying her around.  She walked to the car (holding my hand of course!), and she climbed into her car seat.  I was pregnant with Molly at the time, so lifting Ava did not seem like something I should be doing.  Well, there's really no reason to stop carrying Molly, so here she is...a toddler...and her main mode of transportation is in my arms!  I try to stop, but we have to keep up with Ava!  By two years of age, Ava was sitting at the table with us for dinner (in a regular chair), but I still put Molly in the high chair.  I can see how the youngest child is kept "the baby" in so many families!  But, in my defense, Molly is in her big girl bed, and she is sitting on the toilet (just sitting...and wiping...no actual reason for being there!).  Anyway, I will post some party pictures later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2132741771156390769?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2132741771156390769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2132741771156390769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2132741771156390769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2132741771156390769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/molly-moo-turns-two.html' title='Molly-Moo Turns Two!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8848331870133044196</id><published>2008-01-27T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:19:10.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Real quick....so far so good....14 lbs. down!  Still not ready for a photo...but I will post one after 20 lbs!  Thanks for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8848331870133044196?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8848331870133044196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8848331870133044196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8848331870133044196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8848331870133044196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4941279217477974454</id><published>2008-01-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:09:49.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-Zhk-QI/AAAAAAAAATM/S55UYgr59cE/s1600-h/100_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158147667970554114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-Zhk-QI/AAAAAAAAATM/S55UYgr59cE/s320/100_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava's 4th birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr_Zhk-UI/AAAAAAAAATs/nDNm9PwSebk/s1600-h/100_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158147685150423362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr_Zhk-UI/AAAAAAAAATs/nDNm9PwSebk/s320/100_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-5hk-SI/AAAAAAAAATc/fBiqUhd-P7w/s1600-h/100_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158147676560488738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-5hk-SI/AAAAAAAAATc/fBiqUhd-P7w/s320/100_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr_Jhk-TI/AAAAAAAAATk/ixyaxIQDwSI/s1600-h/100_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158147680855456050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr_Jhk-TI/AAAAAAAAATk/ixyaxIQDwSI/s320/100_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-phk-RI/AAAAAAAAATU/BJp0oz7fYCI/s1600-h/100_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158147672265521426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-phk-RI/AAAAAAAAATU/BJp0oz7fYCI/s320/100_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4941279217477974454?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4941279217477974454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4941279217477974454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4941279217477974454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4941279217477974454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/prima-ballerina.html' title='Prima Ballerina'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R5Vr-Zhk-QI/AAAAAAAAATM/S55UYgr59cE/s72-c/100_0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3861590367863899717</id><published>2008-01-16T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:24:35.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going!</title><content type='html'>Okay, a little slower this week...but hey, I hit the 10# mark!  I have officially lost 10 lbs., and today was also the first day that I heard those cherished words, "You look great...have you lost weight?"!  That is what keeps me going!&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to mention to you all that I have just started listening to "The Bible" on CD.  I love it!  It is 80 CD's long, but it is a totally different experience to have someone else read it to you!  I am addicted...I can't wait to drive to work (45 min.) so I can hear it!  This is silly, but I am even starting to dream in the same tone that the Bible is read...the last two nights the people I dream about speak very clear, and repeat themselves often (i.e..."Go and fetch some water"  She went to fetch water and the man asked "why have you come to fetch water?"  "I have come to fetch water because my husband said to me, 'Go and fetch some water'").  I think it is great that the Bible is so clear and that God has made his word understandable to anyone who will listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;I toured a preschool for Ava...it seems wonderful, but I am sure we will be put on the waiting list.  I will check out a different school Friday.  I know that wherever she ends up, she will do just fine...she is an amazing little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3861590367863899717?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3861590367863899717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3861590367863899717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3861590367863899717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3861590367863899717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/keep-going.html' title='Keep Going!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-898845973250163358</id><published>2008-01-09T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:59:26.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool...Help!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the time is upon us...time to pick where to register Ava for Preschool!  I guess up until today I just assumed we would enroll her in the private school near my job.  It is so close, I can see it from my office window!  My boss' kids go there, and I have done a dental presentation at the school as well...I &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;like the school!  It is reasonably priced...but preschool is only a half day 2-3 days a week.  So, not only would we be paying for that, but daycare for the rest of the time as well.  This school offers a 2 year old class as well, but today I learned that they are cutting that class for next year (this fall).  So, Molly will still be at a different daycare.  I will check out the public school near my house (they offer preschool), but it still doesn't solve the problem of half days, 2-3 days a week!  What are my options?!?  Is there a logical way to be a working Mom and send your child to preschool?&lt;br /&gt;*I have lost 8 lbs. on the diet so far!  Thanks for all of your encouragement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-898845973250163358?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/898845973250163358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=898845973250163358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/898845973250163358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/898845973250163358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/preschoolhelp.html' title='Preschool...Help!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-377329796624367427</id><published>2008-01-04T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:40:21.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet Update</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of my 3 day cleansing, and I lost a total of 6 lbs.  I am thrilled with that, but I also know that most of that was water weight, and I am only beginning to lose fat weight....and that doesn't come off so fast.  My goal is 3 lbs a week, but I will not be disappointed with 2...or 1...as long as I am losing I will consider it a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-377329796624367427?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/377329796624367427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=377329796624367427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/377329796624367427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/377329796624367427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/diet-update.html' title='Diet Update'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8057328507555973627</id><published>2008-01-02T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:40:23.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Loser</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, in 2006 I lost 90 lbs. As many of you &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt; know, in 2007 I put some of that back on! Since so many of my friends and family wanted to know how the diet was going last time around, I have decided to blog my progress this time (it never hurts to have some accountability!) I do not really want to take a picture of myself right now, so you can scroll down to the post about our Christmas and refer to that embarrassing photo for the "before" picture! I do not want to admit what I weigh, so I will just say that I am wearing my "fat jeans" every day and they are a size 12. Today was the first day of my diet, and I dropped 2 pounds! Way to go, me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8057328507555973627?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8057328507555973627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8057328507555973627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8057328507555973627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8057328507555973627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-loser.html' title='Big Loser'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3650590766126396673</id><published>2007-12-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:27:42.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny...</title><content type='html'>This cracked me up!  Please check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1593391921"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1593391921&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3650590766126396673?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3650590766126396673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3650590766126396673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3650590766126396673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3650590766126396673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny.html' title='Funny...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-6853448267932957948</id><published>2007-12-27T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:16:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBJhk-LI/AAAAAAAAASk/zfASPWBt2ig/s1600-h/100_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148898623402342578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBJhk-LI/AAAAAAAAASk/zfASPWBt2ig/s320/100_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all of our friends and family! This has been a very special Christmas for us, as we celebrated this year at home. Although we greatly missed my family in Redstone, we thoroughly enjoyed not having to pack and unpack gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBZhk-MI/AAAAAAAAASs/0Z4IWxRp5Pk/s1600-h/100_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148898627697309890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBZhk-MI/AAAAAAAAASs/0Z4IWxRp5Pk/s320/100_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited the Denver Zoo for "Zoo Lights"...Molly is really into the lights this year, she actually lost her voice one night on our drive home from work because she yelled "Ooooh...pretty!" too many times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBphk-NI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lT8rvsD3onY/s1600-h/100_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148898631992277202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBphk-NI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lT8rvsD3onY/s320/100_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent time on Christmas Eve and Christmas day with Erik's family. It was so nice! The girl's were so excited to wake up on Christmas morning and see our living room full of gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQCJhk-OI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qUl5xj7NgAc/s1600-h/100_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148898640582211810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQCJhk-OI/AAAAAAAAAS8/qUl5xj7NgAc/s320/100_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most mornings our living room is full of gifts for me...my family... I was blessed this year to have it full once again of my dearest friends at the Ornament Exchange party...every evening when I come home from work my charming husband can be found in there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I often complain about our house being too small because we have filled it to the limit...but when I see what our house is full of, I find comfort in knowing NO house will be big enough for all of our riches!  This Christmas I was reminded once again of the greatest gift I have been given...that we have all been given...Jesus Christ.  Without Him, my house would be seem too big...like something was always missing...I thank Him for filling my heart and my home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQCZhk-PI/AAAAAAAAATE/rCDywPIjB3Q/s1600-h/100_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148898644877179122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQCZhk-PI/AAAAAAAAATE/rCDywPIjB3Q/s320/100_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-6853448267932957948?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6853448267932957948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=6853448267932957948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6853448267932957948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6853448267932957948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-from-family.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Family'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R3SQBJhk-LI/AAAAAAAAASk/zfASPWBt2ig/s72-c/100_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4711817721825540300</id><published>2007-12-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:05:46.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Weather for a Sleigh Ride Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_NZhk-HI/AAAAAAAAASE/tYLXWsZjiQs/s1600-h/100_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144446911274874994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_NZhk-HI/AAAAAAAAASE/tYLXWsZjiQs/s320/100_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_N5hk-II/AAAAAAAAASM/DAi1GxMdZ9U/s1600-h/100_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144446919864809602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_N5hk-II/AAAAAAAAASM/DAi1GxMdZ9U/s320/100_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was cleaning house today and Ava asked for the millionth time this week if she could &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; go outside and play in the snow. Molly was napping, and I let down my guard a little and told her she could play in the front yard where I could see her out the window. She wasn't out there long before the neighborhood kids where all out playing with her! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_Ophk-KI/AAAAAAAAASc/Y6ePB1O4Yus/s1600-h/100_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144446932749711522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_Ophk-KI/AAAAAAAAASc/Y6ePB1O4Yus/s320/100_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily, we have some of those neighbors that have ALL the cool toys, so he came over to give all the kids a ride on this giant inflatable sofa-thing!  I could hear all the kids laughing all the way around the block!  Thank you for such a fun day!!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_OJhk-JI/AAAAAAAAASU/gqouiQr8ewg/s1600-h/100_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144446924159776914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_OJhk-JI/AAAAAAAAASU/gqouiQr8ewg/s320/100_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4711817721825540300?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4711817721825540300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4711817721825540300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4711817721825540300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4711817721825540300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/lovely-weather-for-sleigh-ride-together.html' title='Lovely Weather for a Sleigh Ride Together'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R2S_NZhk-HI/AAAAAAAAASE/tYLXWsZjiQs/s72-c/100_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2453175660763120459</id><published>2007-12-09T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:02:59.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Out for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1zGgDlNMoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5lgWKsmrf38/s1600-h/0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142203128569737858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1zGgDlNMoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5lgWKsmrf38/s320/0049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight, while eating dinner, Ava leaned over to Molly who was in her highchair, "Molly, I know that you can be nice...I have seen you be nice before.  So, when Mommy comes over here you need to say 'Sorry', Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Moo grinned at her and said "Saw-wee" very loud.&lt;br /&gt;"No, you silly goose, say it to MOMMY!"&lt;br /&gt;This made me smile because Molly had not done anything offensive at that moment, but I know Ava can tell that Molly's recent behavior has been waring on me!  She is very concerned that my heart may be broken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2453175660763120459?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2453175660763120459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2453175660763120459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2453175660763120459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2453175660763120459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/lookin-out-for-mom.html' title='Lookin&apos; Out for Mom'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1zGgDlNMoI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5lgWKsmrf38/s72-c/0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2408609653364018389</id><published>2007-12-09T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:50:17.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are once again approaching the "Terrible Two's" and I will admit that I am terrified already! I know that parents of multiple kids suffer from a unique type of amnesia, where we just don't remember things being very difficult with the first child...and I am no exception...I don't think Ava was nearly as naughty as Molly has been lately! People try to remind me that Ava was kicked out of several daycare situations, but I am convinced now that it wasn't because she was bad, I honestly believe she was suffering from a broken heart! Every time she was asked not to return it was because she would just scream and cry all day long, no one could comfort her! But now there's Molly...although she has never been kicked out of anywhere, she has been &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;testing her limits with me and her care givers at the daycare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1zB0jlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nhV-UflECoI/s1600-h/100_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142197983198917234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1zB0jlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nhV-UflECoI/s320/100_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the moment when I really started to worry that this might be the terrible twos sneaking up on us was yesterday at the store.  We were Christmas shoping at one of those places that EVERYONE goes to, so they had a path chained off so all of us shoppers could see where we were supposed to stand in line.  The line was long, so we were probably waiting for five minutes before we even got to the beginning of the chain.  Molly was glad for something new to mess with, but when I politely asked her to stop swinging the chain, she glared at me and pushed the chain SO hard that one by one the plastic poles that were holding it up toppled over!  I could have died! In fact, I must have had an "out of body experience" because I don't know how I got from seeing that menacing glare to seeing Molly sprawled out on the floor yelling like a mad woman.  As I struggled to pick her up without dropping the gifts, I could feel all of the sympathetic looks from others in the line.  I was grateful that there was a kind gentleman there to pick up all of the chain/posts!  Please pray for Molly that she would learn how to express her feelings in a more appropriate and constructive manner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2408609653364018389?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2408609653364018389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2408609653364018389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2408609653364018389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2408609653364018389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1zB0jlNMnI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nhV-UflECoI/s72-c/100_0569.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-5042918782914583108</id><published>2007-12-03T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:52:48.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glam Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139975530896765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TcgzlNMlI/AAAAAAAAARk/EKfcnZC_SOc/s320/100_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139974366960628274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TbdDlNMjI/AAAAAAAAARU/598BnvkgrDk/s400/100_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is amazing....the therapy we girls find in makeup and feather boas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139975539486700130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TchTlNMmI/AAAAAAAAARs/B0NHsU7d-LU/s320/100_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139975522306830914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TcgTlNMkI/AAAAAAAAARc/PViD2Hv02e0/s320/100_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-5042918782914583108?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5042918782914583108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=5042918782914583108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5042918782914583108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5042918782914583108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/glam-girls.html' title='Glam Girls'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TcgzlNMlI/AAAAAAAAARk/EKfcnZC_SOc/s72-c/100_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3902087765635040413</id><published>2007-12-03T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:44:20.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Afternoon at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TaljlNMiI/AAAAAAAAARM/OdYwJp8ES9E/s1600-R/100_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139973413477888546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TaljlNMiI/AAAAAAAAARM/q68g6B1IDYs/s320/100_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Linda and Katrina, for a wonderful afternoon at the Zoo!  We has a blast!  And it is my pleasure to say that the Nilsen family has adopted a new Grandma!!!!  Linda, Ava talks about you everyday...you ladies are such a special part of our family, thanks again for a wonderful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3902087765635040413?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3902087765635040413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3902087765635040413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3902087765635040413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3902087765635040413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/afternoon-at-zoo.html' title='An Afternoon at the Zoo'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TaljlNMiI/AAAAAAAAARM/q68g6B1IDYs/s72-c/100_0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-6455179214502945388</id><published>2007-12-03T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:39:58.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to be Thankful for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving in beautiful Cedaredge, CO. The girl's LOVE to stay at the bunkhouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139971214454632930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TYljlNMeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P8-QhGRrs-Y/s200/100_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ava had fun with some spare parasols  during Thanksgiving dinner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139971223044567538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TYmDlNMfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VtrU7FpRxJM/s200/100_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after we hurried back to Redstone to catch Santa&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139971231634502146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TYmjlNMgI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_nyMLnNAQG8/s200/100_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off the Christmas season there was a huge bonfire, said to warm our hearts for the coming season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139971244519404050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TYnTlNMhI/AAAAAAAAARE/jx67v-vPj-U/s200/100_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our family has SO much to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-6455179214502945388?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6455179214502945388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=6455179214502945388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6455179214502945388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6455179214502945388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='So Much to be Thankful for'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/R1TYljlNMeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/P8-QhGRrs-Y/s72-c/100_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3609409245219012169</id><published>2007-11-13T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:38:34.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132548928185157138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rzp6DojJxhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dj2lxiO4uEA/s200/0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I took the girls to get their Christmas pictures taken. In past years, I have tried to take this special photo...but every year I am disappointed! I think it is less stressful for all of us to just leave it to the pro's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Molly was a trooper, but I was really surprised that she looks like she was having a good time in any of the pictures!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132548936775091746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rzp6EIjJxiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9GIjFUpGQTA/s200/0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ava was a good girl, but the photographer kept calling her "Avery"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132548949659993650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rzp6E4jJxjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PteQMZRh5Uw/s200/0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Later when we were reviewing the photos at home, I beamed at one of her photos and asked, "Who is that sweet little girl?!?"  Ava smugly replied, "Avery."  and walked away!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132548953954960962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rzp6FIjJxkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/c-zbMJBEwtg/s200/0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am SO happy with the pictures, I can't wait to send out Christmas cards!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132548962544895570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rzp6FojJxlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ACFvnGpi1uI/s200/0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3609409245219012169?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3609409245219012169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3609409245219012169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3609409245219012169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3609409245219012169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-pictures.html' title='Holiday Pictures'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rzp6DojJxhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Dj2lxiO4uEA/s72-c/0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-5614472788579278572</id><published>2007-11-06T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:00:53.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Mouths of Babes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE1vN5RZuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aF3KRglRxWw/s1600-h/100_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129940535851706082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE1vN5RZuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aF3KRglRxWw/s200/100_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another quote from Ava...Hallmark card writers be VERY afraid....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like to joke with Ava by saying, "Why do I love you so much? You're nothin' but trouble...I should send you to the (zoo...circus...she thinks its funny when I change it up)!" So the other day she simply asked, "Mommy, why DO you love me so much?" with a big smile on her face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I replied, "Because God gave you to me so I can love you as much as I want while I have you. Why do YOU love me?" I asked her back, thinking she would laugh and say something silly like we usually do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Because you are positive...and encouraging." She stated very matter-of-fact-ly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love her for SO many reasons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129942498651760370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE3hd5RZvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wpZxjdvp5Ic/s200/100_0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Later that day Molly said "I love you, Mommy!" for the first time!  What a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-5614472788579278572?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5614472788579278572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=5614472788579278572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5614472788579278572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5614472788579278572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the Mouths of Babes...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE1vN5RZuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aF3KRglRxWw/s72-c/100_0443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8792410511374959826</id><published>2007-11-06T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:46:41.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0EN5RZpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vIzszziqZ7M/s1600-h/100_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129938697605703314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0EN5RZpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vIzszziqZ7M/s320/100_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bright-eyed "Dorothy" could hardly wait to go get some candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0Et5RZqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JS5a4zzneqY/s1600-h/100_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129938706195637922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0Et5RZqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/JS5a4zzneqY/s320/100_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm....a very scary....ladybug?!?!  She was really just trying to show off her "make up" on her nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0FN5RZrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8fLQgt3eydg/s1600-h/100_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129938714785572530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0FN5RZrI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8fLQgt3eydg/s320/100_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dressed up and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0Fd5RZsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/x9TgMPLOW4s/s1600-h/100_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129938719080539842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0Fd5RZsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/x9TgMPLOW4s/s320/100_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just sit together for ONE picture!  Molly, Ava, and Odin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0F95RZtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jjC9U6zUEGk/s1600-h/100_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129938727670474450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0F95RZtI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jjC9U6zUEGk/s320/100_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girlz in the 'hood: Monika, Molly, Ava, Alyssa, and Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8792410511374959826?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8792410511374959826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8792410511374959826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8792410511374959826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8792410511374959826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RzE0EN5RZpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vIzszziqZ7M/s72-c/100_0504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-593019759446800566</id><published>2007-10-29T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:48:13.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamq95RZkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jwALGZy9low/s1600-h/100_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126968482907383362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamq95RZkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jwALGZy9low/s200/100_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamut5RZoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/t3972jB5-BM/s1600-h/100_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126968547331892866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamut5RZoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/t3972jB5-BM/s200/100_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; this time of year! It really makes me feel like creating a home full of memories with my family...sure the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RyamsN5RZlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/u2MRXxFvFD8/s1600-h/100_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126968504382219858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RyamsN5RZlI/AAAAAAAAAOs/u2MRXxFvFD8/s200/100_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;summer is great for vacations and creating memories &lt;em&gt;away &lt;/em&gt;from home, but when it starts to cool down I get excited to create traditions and turn our focus inward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful family, and I am excited for us all to grow closer together, the girls are both big enough now to enjoy fun family time...Molly can finally get through a good portion of the day without needing a nap...Ava is learning to be patient with her little sister.  I was hoping that Erik's work schedule would lighten up, but it looks like he will continue to work his second job until the end of &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamst5RZmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/nc8uUHdeqcA/s1600-h/100_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126968512972154466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamst5RZmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/nc8uUHdeqcA/s200/100_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the year.  We sure miss having him around, but I know that this is only for a season in our lives, much like our Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-593019759446800566?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/593019759446800566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=593019759446800566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/593019759446800566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/593019759446800566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-fall.html' title='Our Fall'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Ryamq95RZkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jwALGZy9low/s72-c/100_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-9132469107101960073</id><published>2007-10-14T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:22:37.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh...Ava-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RxLc8GkXnJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yJjfzIylBgA/s1600-h/100_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121398651387092114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RxLc8GkXnJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yJjfzIylBgA/s320/100_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I am sick and grumpy, Ava can make me laugh like a little school girl! She was telling me that she only likes girls, and I told her that is not true. "You like Daddy, and Andrew, and Ty, and Jason, and Cole..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah. But Ty really loves me." (There are rumors that Ava and Ty got married in the sandbox at school).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, you see...you can like boys, too. As long as they are nice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But I don't know if I can be friends with Ty anymore..." Ava got a concerned look on her face..."His breath smells like....&lt;em&gt;garbage&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed so hard! I have never said anything like that, but God knows I have thought it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-9132469107101960073?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9132469107101960073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=9132469107101960073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/9132469107101960073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/9132469107101960073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhava-isms.html' title='Ahh...Ava-isms'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RxLc8GkXnJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/yJjfzIylBgA/s72-c/100_0369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4646097502416944427</id><published>2007-10-14T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:12:25.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Gotta be the Flu!</title><content type='html'>Okay, no picture for this post...you will all thank me for that!  Last weekend,  Molly got sick.  I was sure it was nothing...runny nose...crankiness...low-grade fever...the usual.  Two days later I got it.  I couldn't even get out of bed Wednesday-Sunday (today).  I did get off the couch to make supper for the family today, but other than that I have been out of commission!  Poor Molly is just getting back to her old self, but she has been through the ringer!  It is times like these when I am thankful for our little house...I just close all the bedroom doors, turn on a Disney movie, and if I happen to doze off on the couch, I know the girls are close by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4646097502416944427?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4646097502416944427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4646097502416944427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4646097502416944427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4646097502416944427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-gotta-be-flu.html' title='Its Gotta be the Flu!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3757418558128871842</id><published>2007-10-02T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:57:49.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddyup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwME5DFIF7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/GjqML397EKU/s1600-h/100_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116938979748878258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwME5DFIF7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/GjqML397EKU/s320/100_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwMDVjFIF3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/kBHKrFp_2A4/s1600-h/100_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116937270351894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwMDVjFIF3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/kBHKrFp_2A4/s320/100_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun weekend! Our church had a "Block Party" on Sunday morning...it was so great! The girl's got to go on their first pony rides, and they had a blast (you may not be able to tell from the photos!). Erik and I had the most fun just watching those two. After a day of pony rides, train rides, jumping castles, hot dogs, and Cheetos,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116937283236796290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwMDWTFIF4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/2xttAIpvQZs/s320/100_0402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; we asked Ava what her favorite part of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;day was...."Sunday School" she replied. I hope she enjoys those simple pleasures for a long time to come!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116937313301567378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwMDYDFIF5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/HFwNM30_wTE/s320/100_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3757418558128871842?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3757418558128871842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3757418558128871842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3757418558128871842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3757418558128871842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/giddyup.html' title='Giddyup'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RwME5DFIF7I/AAAAAAAAAOU/GjqML397EKU/s72-c/100_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-5270415870005986671</id><published>2007-09-25T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:41:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Ava...</title><content type='html'>Okay, she is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phony&lt;/span&gt; bologna!  Yesterday she really made a big deal when I was dropping her off at daycare...tears, quivering chin...the works!  So today while we were driving to "school"  I asked her why she was so sad yesterday.  "I want you to stay with me at school"  she replied.  "Oh.  Well, I can't.  I have to go to work Honey."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay? So no fussing today..."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."  I took her to her class, she started to ask for more hugs and kisses, and then she stopped herself and smiled, "Oh, I forgot.  Sorry 'bout that!"  and ran off to play!&lt;br /&gt;Little Stinker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-5270415870005986671?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5270415870005986671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=5270415870005986671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5270415870005986671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5270415870005986671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/update-on-ava.html' title='Update on Ava...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-537944734562578011</id><published>2007-09-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:29:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This a Phase?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RvM3gDFIF1I/AAAAAAAAANk/Esn5hih5nAc/s1600-h/100_4207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112491025717794642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RvM3gDFIF1I/AAAAAAAAANk/Esn5hih5nAc/s320/100_4207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava...what am I going to do with you?!?  She laughs every time I say that, but I am not always joking!  I want to be the best mom that I can be, I want my girls to love to be with me and be confident without me, and sometimes I think we are close to that goal.  And then the great back-slide....now Ava lingers a little closer when I drop her off at daycare.  I walk her to her class, I kiss her head, then she grabs my leg, "Mommy I need a hug"..."...a kiss..."  "...give me another hug..."  This could go on forever if I don't sort of scoot her into her classroom!  I originally thought this was just a production more for my benefit than hers, but one of her teachers told me that after I left yesterday, Ava cried for the first time in class!  She has been at the same daycare for almost a year now...I don't really know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop there, at church now she wants to come with me to "mommy's class" and not go to Sunday school.  She doesn't even want to go to grandma's house if I am not going to stay with her!  Ava...what am I going to do with you?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-537944734562578011?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/537944734562578011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=537944734562578011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/537944734562578011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/537944734562578011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-this-phase.html' title='Is This a Phase?'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RvM3gDFIF1I/AAAAAAAAANk/Esn5hih5nAc/s72-c/100_4207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2970453335541307256</id><published>2007-09-07T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:34:02.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDQoCjCMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DSjxiEXbHmQ/s1600-h/100_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107648511552456898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDQoCjCMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DSjxiEXbHmQ/s200/100_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your faces and laugh when I feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Just for this morning, I will let you girls choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you two to the park to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDR4CjCPI/AAAAAAAAANc/dk9EGcSXD2U/s1600-h/100_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107648533027293426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDR4CjCPI/AAAAAAAAANc/dk9EGcSXD2U/s200/100_0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the back yard and blow bubbles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me make cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy all four of us a Happy Meal so you can each have two toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDRYCjCNI/AAAAAAAAANM/IaetBsfhbyI/s1600-h/100_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107648524437358802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDRYCjCNI/AAAAAAAAANM/IaetBsfhbyI/s200/100_0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you the stories of when you were each born and how much I love you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; Just for this evening, I will let you girls stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours and miss my favorite TV shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; Just for this evening when I run my fingers through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me such wonderful blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDRoCjCOI/AAAAAAAAANU/OOzeLbH00xQ/s1600-h/100_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107648528732326114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDRoCjCOI/AAAAAAAAANU/OOzeLbH00xQ/s200/100_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer helplessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And when I kiss you two goodnight, I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received this in a forwarded email, and thought I would put it in here because tomorrow is my dear friends birthday. He was killed in the Columbine shooting. I miss you John.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2970453335541307256?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2970453335541307256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2970453335541307256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2970453335541307256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2970453335541307256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-my-children.html' title='To My Children'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RuIDQoCjCMI/AAAAAAAAANE/DSjxiEXbHmQ/s72-c/100_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8445377746654544521</id><published>2007-08-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:03:09.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiling them rotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After the trauma of hearing that we had to put Molly under GA....Mommy got an insatiable urge to buy something wonderful for her girls! Meet the newest member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nilsen&lt;/span&gt; family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103952279877388466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtThjoCjCLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/icc80YWN5ac/s200/100_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His name is "Jack" and he really is the sweetest little bunny!  We love him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8445377746654544521?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8445377746654544521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8445377746654544521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8445377746654544521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8445377746654544521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/spoiling-them-rotten.html' title='Spoiling them rotten'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtThjoCjCLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/icc80YWN5ac/s72-c/100_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8879271723732511200</id><published>2007-08-28T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:47:33.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcnICjCII/AAAAAAAAAMk/MN5nWqczS5Y/s1600-h/100_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103946842448791682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcnICjCII/AAAAAAAAAMk/MN5nWqczS5Y/s200/100_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "operation" was a success! I stayed with Molly as she was put under for the procedure...I have seen plenty of kids go under, so I knew what to expect...a struggle...panic...and then peace.  Molly looked up at me from behind the mask, and let a few tears fall from her big blue eyes, no struggle, just the peace.  I was happy with that.  I had just barely found my way back to the waiting room when the doc came out to say they were done.  Molly was such a drama queen in the recovery room, they told us to get out of there after just 10 minutes (originally we were told we would be there for at least a half an hour!).  They even told us to just keep the gown, don't bother trying to change her clothes!  But after a long nap, she seems to be recovering well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcn4CjCKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pWRCxeoc19o/s1600-h/100_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103946855333693602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcn4CjCKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pWRCxeoc19o/s200/100_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcnYCjCJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Hb0d_mSBwug/s1600-h/100_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103946846743758994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcnYCjCJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Hb0d_mSBwug/s200/100_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcn4CjCKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pWRCxeoc19o/s1600-h/100_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8879271723732511200?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8879271723732511200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8879271723732511200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8879271723732511200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8879271723732511200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RtTcnICjCII/AAAAAAAAAMk/MN5nWqczS5Y/s72-c/100_0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8781192465340282351</id><published>2007-08-21T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T21:26:17.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rsu5qICjCHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6wYMZbX9ePg/s1600-h/100_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101375136291031154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rsu5qICjCHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6wYMZbX9ePg/s400/100_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow Molly goes under GA to have tubes placed in her ears.  We are hoping it will restore some of the hearing she has lost, but more importantly, we want her to be out of any pain she may be experiencing.  I have heard so many parents say that after their child had this procedure, it was like having a new child...suddenly they were less fussy, their speech took off, they weren't sick so often.  I hope this helps her to feel better.  Your prayers are GREATLY appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8781192465340282351?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8781192465340282351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8781192465340282351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8781192465340282351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8781192465340282351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tubes.html' title='Tubes'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rsu5qICjCHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6wYMZbX9ePg/s72-c/100_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-177307021879031441</id><published>2007-08-16T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:57:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsUMeYCjCGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/prfwN6OJXWY/s1600-h/DSCF1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099495869055699042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsUMeYCjCGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/prfwN6OJXWY/s320/DSCF1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why is the sky &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?" Ava asked the other night while driving home from work/daycare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because God paints us a new sunset every day."  I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And He knows pink is my favorite color, so He picked pink today to tell me He loves me."  She reported with all the confidence in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days later, we were driving home at sunset once again.  "Mommy, God painted the sky yellow today!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, Honey...that's right!"  I was so proud that she understood that this was one of the gifts that God gives us everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was silent for a while, and I had assumed she was over the sunset topic.  In a very loud voice she yelled, "GOD!"  I was shocked...we don't use the Lord's name in vain...where did she hear that?!?  Than again, even louder, "GOD!!"  I was about to explain to her that we don't use His name that way...when she surprised me yet again..."THANK YOU!!!! MY NEW FAVORITE COLOR IS YELLOW!!!!"  I love her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-177307021879031441?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/177307021879031441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=177307021879031441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/177307021879031441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/177307021879031441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/like-child.html' title='Like a Child...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsUMeYCjCGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/prfwN6OJXWY/s72-c/DSCF1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-1067714918630925517</id><published>2007-08-13T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:43:52.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Changes Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi6cLQaaI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q5Y_17AImV4/s1600-h/100_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098394640551274914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi6cLQaaI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q5Y_17AImV4/s320/100_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Resposibility-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord grant that my children would learn to be responsible, for each one should carry her own load.  (Galations 6:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi7MLQabI/AAAAAAAAAL0/obYkIbks1_s/s1600-h/100_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098394653436176818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi7MLQabI/AAAAAAAAAL0/obYkIbks1_s/s320/100_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Contentment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Father, teach my children the secret of being content in every situation, through Him who gives them strength. (Philippians 4:12-13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi7cLQacI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cLcwHvK6d_U/s1600-h/100_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098394657731144130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi7cLQacI/AAAAAAAAAL8/cLcwHvK6d_U/s320/100_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Faith-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, help my children to fight the good fight of faith, taking hold of the eternal life to which they were called.  (1 Timothy 6:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi8MLQadI/AAAAAAAAAME/pnBmf4yR98o/s1600-h/100_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098394670616046034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi8MLQadI/AAAAAAAAAME/pnBmf4yR98o/s320/100_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A Servant's Heart-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God, help my children develop servents' hearts, that they may serve wholeheartedly.  (Ephesians 6:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi8cLQaeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OUI7ypO7anY/s1600-h/100_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098394674911013346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi8cLQaeI/AAAAAAAAAMM/OUI7ypO7anY/s320/100_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hope-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God of hope, grant that my children may overflow with the hope and hopefulness by the power of the Holy Spirit.  (Romans 15:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for all the prayers! I am so happy to share these with all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-1067714918630925517?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1067714918630925517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=1067714918630925517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/1067714918630925517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/1067714918630925517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/prayer-changes-things.html' title='Prayer Changes Things!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RsEi6cLQaaI/AAAAAAAAALs/Q5Y_17AImV4/s72-c/100_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2409959990729947835</id><published>2007-08-08T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:56:03.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBWMLQaZI/AAAAAAAAALk/PM5yYBRcqoE/s1600-h/100_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096528146548681106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBWMLQaZI/AAAAAAAAALk/PM5yYBRcqoE/s200/100_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a fun party! Ava's friend Claire had her fourth birthday party at the Colorado School of Dance Studio last weekend. It was hosted by "The Sugar Plum Fairy", straight out of The Nutcracker!  Ava was in her element...make-up, ballet, dress-up...it was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBVcLQaXI/AAAAAAAAALU/lJu9VwmRa3M/s1600-h/100_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096528133663779186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBVcLQaXI/AAAAAAAAALU/lJu9VwmRa3M/s200/100_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly had a great time, too!  She didn't "participate" in the party, but she loves a giant mirror and a tutu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBV8LQaYI/AAAAAAAAALc/5_gBzlHoqBY/s1600-h/100_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096528142253713794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBV8LQaYI/AAAAAAAAALc/5_gBzlHoqBY/s200/100_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2409959990729947835?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2409959990729947835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2409959990729947835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2409959990729947835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2409959990729947835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/dance-party.html' title='Dance Party'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RrqBWMLQaZI/AAAAAAAAALk/PM5yYBRcqoE/s72-c/100_0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-27140694314819329</id><published>2007-08-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:59:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rrfq9MLQaWI/AAAAAAAAALM/cjK20AWa-SA/s1600-h/100_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095799840354363746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rrfq9MLQaWI/AAAAAAAAALM/cjK20AWa-SA/s320/100_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please say you can relate! I have been SO frustrated with Ava for the past week or so. I feel like a bad mom...when I wake her up in the mornings, she wants to test her limits ("I don't want to wear that...you can't make me...I don't want to go, I want to stay home..."). So I feel like we get off to a bad start. Then, I leave her at daycare for 10 hours, and when I pick her up she yells and screams and cries at me for every little thing ("I don't want to sit in my car seat...Molly is looking at me...I want to go to McDonald's"). I know that these are hard times of the day for her, she is a bear when she is tired or hungry...but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to end there...over the weekend, she exploded in tears and screams because I asked her to pick up 4 of the toys that she had left out on the floor. We just seem to be butting heads right now.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rrfo28LQaVI/AAAAAAAAALE/o0USxHiSDBo/s1600-h/100_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095797533956925778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rrfo28LQaVI/AAAAAAAAALE/o0USxHiSDBo/s320/100_0302.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I feel like the times when she is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;susceptible&lt;/span&gt; to melting down, is the same time that I am, in the morning...when I feel like we need to rush to get out of the house on time, and after I have had a long day at work and battled traffic to make it to daycare on time.  She is three, so it is appropriate for her to throw a fit when her basic needs aren't being met...but what about me?  I just want to plug my ears and yell "LA LA LA LA LA" when she starts melting down...but I can't.  I have to be the adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As frustrated as I have been the past week, she always finds a way to remind me of the many reasons I love her and could never live without her!  At the store yesterday she started singing (very loudly) "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so"  I bet God knows my frustration all too well.  I AM like a three year old!  I push and push, but He never stoops to battle me...His patience stretches beyond my understanding.  Praise God!&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/7643628675758912720-27140694314819329?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/27140694314819329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=27140694314819329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/27140694314819329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/27140694314819329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/push.html' title='Push'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rrfq9MLQaWI/AAAAAAAAALM/cjK20AWa-SA/s72-c/100_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2122178814080773012</id><published>2007-07-31T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:42:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rq_uKMLQaUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vmmOyHbQgDI/s1600-h/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093551562413861186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rq_uKMLQaUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vmmOyHbQgDI/s200/DSCF0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my husband. When I married him, I knew that by taking him I must also take his dog.  Now, I am not saying I don't like his dog...but she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; HIS dog.  This arrangement has never been a problem, until recently!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning, while loading the girls into the car to go to daycare/work...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rasha&lt;/span&gt; (Erik's dog) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; out.  I didn't realize this.  We came home that evening to Erik relaxing in his chair, we talked about our days, nothing out of the ordinary.  About an hour past until Erik asked, "Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rasha&lt;/span&gt; outside?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No...it was going to be so hot today, I let her stay in the basement."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He jumped up, called for her...nothing.  He went in the back yard...nothing.  A wave of guilt came over me.  I knew this was my fault.  Erik jumped in his truck to try to find her.  I called the neighbors, the vet's office, and animal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;.  That was a long night.  I had put a dish of her dog food out on the front porch, and left the light on in case she came home.  The next morning the food was still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed home the next day (daycare insisted Molly-Moo was sick) so I called an animal shelter.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, the only way to ask if they found your dog is to go to the facility and look yourself...so that's what Molly and I did that day.  How sad to see row after row after row of lost dogs...and then...there she was!  I was so excited and ran to tell the very underwhelmed lady at the desk.  Apparently it is a law to have your dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;licenced&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rasha&lt;/span&gt; is not.  "I cannot release the dog until she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;licenced&lt;/span&gt;...we can do that for $15.00."  I agreed.  "I need to see proof of her current rabies shot."  I called the vet to have them fax the info...only to find she is NOT current!  The lady then told me "You will need to go to the court house, get a summons, then I will release the dog, you will have 20 days to get the shot or you will go to court and possibly do some jail time."  I laughed at the thought of me in jail...that would be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I sprung the dog from the pound, paid a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hefty&lt;/span&gt; fee for the shelter's "services", and now I have this summons.  On my way home, Erik calls me "Did you just put 'x' amount of dollars on our debit card?  You should have left her there!"  What gratitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2122178814080773012?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2122178814080773012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2122178814080773012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2122178814080773012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2122178814080773012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rq_uKMLQaUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vmmOyHbQgDI/s72-c/DSCF0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-9088072213507630874</id><published>2007-07-26T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:04:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqlBmMLQaTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBfYySlol5s/s1600-h/100_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091672978078329138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqlBmMLQaTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBfYySlol5s/s320/100_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While playing at the pool last weekend, a little girl asked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ava if she wanted to play with her.  Ava was delighted and said, "Yes...my name is Ava."  She was expecting the little girl to state her name, and was confused when she didn't.  "My name is Ava."  She said again, thinking maybe the girl didn't hear her.  Nothing.  I stepped in and asked the girl what her name was.  She looked at me and said, "She keeps telling me her name!"  Then, without answering me, touched Ava's shoulder and yelled, "TAG!" and ran off.  Ava has never played tag, so I told her to chase the girl.  Ava ran for a while, then gave up and started back to me.  The girl was upset that Ava wasn't following thru on tag.  She approached us again, shoved Ava's shoulder again, yelled "TAG", and ran off.  Ava smiled and ran after her.  I kept an eye on the girls, noticing that the nameless girl had to keep tagging Ava.  They played for about 10 minutes, until Ava came and sat next to me, exhausted...but still smiling.  "Mommy, there is a mean girl named 'Tag' here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laughed so hard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-9088072213507630874?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9088072213507630874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=9088072213507630874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/9088072213507630874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/9088072213507630874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/tag.html' title='Tag!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqlBmMLQaTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBfYySlol5s/s72-c/100_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4223113801677710744</id><published>2007-07-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:22:10.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it has been eight years! Yesterday, a very important person in my life turned eight years old.  Her name is Braydin Grace.  She has changed my life in so many ways, but most importantly she brought me to Christ.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_MLQaQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a1auoPO_yPA/s1600-h/Debbie+and+Braydin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089495275040434434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_MLQaQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a1auoPO_yPA/s200/Debbie+and+Braydin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was December, and it was cold.  I sat in the frigid car, my insides twisted in fear, tears streaming down my face.  I sobbed out loud, and pounded my head on the steering wheel.  What now?  I was at a complete loss.  I was hoping that the brick building in front of me would crumble and crush my car...with me in it.&lt;br /&gt;This was my second abortion appointment.  I cancelled my first one because my boyfriend could not come up with his half of the money in time.  I had to make another appointment...this was it. &lt;br /&gt;When I walked into the clinic, I was hoping for compassion...but I received a cold stare from the woman behind the counter as she flung some paper work at me.  "Did you come alone?  Because you are not allowed to drive yourself after this procedure..."  I lied and said my boyfriend had gone to get coffee, and would be here to pick me up later.  I was embarrassed that he had actually told me he had better things to do, and that I should get a ride from someone else.  I was planning on driving myself home, and hopefully driving right off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;When the assistant called me back, I was terrified to be alone...I felt like I was walking down a never ending hallway, and I would have liked a hand to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Laying on the operating table in the paper-thin gown, the chill in the room kicked me out of my hysteria, and left me in a comatose state.  My nose was plugged, and my eyes were swollen and felt like gravel.  The Doctor burst in the room, snapped his exam gloves on and in a crisp voice...without even looking at me...asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"  I closed my eyes and prayed for the first time in my life.  I prayed a prayer that every human being has prayed at some point in their life, "Oh God! Oh God!  Oh God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_cLQaRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vjfKzchD2GI/s1600-h/Braydin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089495279335401746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_cLQaRI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vjfKzchD2GI/s200/Braydin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it happened...time stood still, and I believe with all my heart that God moved Heaven and Earth to save me from what I was about to do.  He gave me a vision...Christ holding me on one knee, and a baby girl on His other.  He was pouring a white light on my head that covered my whole body.  I knew that I was His child, and so was this baby inside of me.  I opened my eyes, put on my clothes, and left the clinic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't until February that I got the courage to tell my mom that I was pregnant.  I had been afraid because she was such a passionate follower of Christ...I thought that because of her "religion" she would show disdain, even revulsion toward me.  But it was &lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;of her relationship with Christ, that she found the strength to love and support me.  My parents asked what my plan was, and offered to help raise the baby however I needed.  I wanted a baby...I was nineteen and felt so alone, I wanted a child who would love me every day for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_cLQaSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uYeCqfxUvcU/s1600-h/Kirk+and+Braydin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089495279335401762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_cLQaSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uYeCqfxUvcU/s200/Kirk+and+Braydin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents were shocked when the words came out of my mouth.  "I am giving her up for adoption."  They cried saying that this was already so hard on me, that giving the baby up would only cause more heartbreak.  I was only worried about how I was going to find the right family for my sweet baby.  Many people had offered to adopt this baby...friends of friends, the ultrasound tech at my OB office...  I asked my mom if she would take me to an agency and help me find a family.  I knew she didn't want to do it either...she told me to pray about it first.  I prayed.  The next day I received a phone call.  The woman on the phone said that she had heard that I was pregnant and was considering adoption.  My eyes filled with tears as I braced myself for her to tell me that she would take the baby...it always hurt me when people put me in that position, it's not like I would ever just say, "Oh, YOU want my sweet little baby...okay!"  But this woman didn't say anything like that...instead, she apologised for bothering me and asked if she could just send me some info about her and her husband.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got the packet in the mail just a couple of days later.  It was sort of like a resume...complete with letters of recommendation and photos.  I called to let them know that I wanted to meet them.  Soon my mom, my pastor, and I were on our way to Glenwood Springs to meet this wonderful couple.  I fell in love.  They were ordinary...they had a small house, with a room that they called the nursery.  They served us little sandwiches, and told us about themselves, and asked questions about me.  Our pastor had recommended that we not make any decisions while we were there, so we could sort thru our emotions and decide together if this was indeed what God had intended.  We got in the car to leave, and before Pastor Ken started the car, we all knew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kirk and Debbie became my new best friends.  They came to Littleton every week for Lamaze class (yeah...I had two coaches...it was GREAT), and some weekends, too.  They came to the ultrasound appointment to see what the sex of the baby was, and we all cried together...we were SO happy!  My wonderful OB let us schedule to be induced, so everyone could be sure to present for the birth.  The hospital scheduled a private tour of the maternity ward, so we could ask questions that were important to our unique situation.  Kirk cut Braydin's umbilical cord, Deb stayed by my side the whole time, and when my mom and Deb went over to see Braydin get assessed only moments after birth, Kirk held my hand and cried, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we all left the hospital 2 days later, I did not feel alone like everyone expected me to...I felt more fulfilled, and closer to God than I thought was possible.  I met so many friends, and learned many hard lessons while I was pregnant, but I was obedient, and God made me better for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4223113801677710744?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4223113801677710744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4223113801677710744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4223113801677710744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4223113801677710744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RqGE_MLQaQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/a1auoPO_yPA/s72-c/Debbie+and+Braydin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3770287458091147456</id><published>2007-07-12T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T21:26:42.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat the Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7YhKT2XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jX7yDvTFU9E/s1600-h/100_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086529227798600050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7YhKT2XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jX7yDvTFU9E/s200/100_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Fourth of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7ZBKT2YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JL-HUWEk_0Y/s1600-h/100_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086529236388534658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7ZBKT2YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/JL-HUWEk_0Y/s200/100_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been SO hot, and we do not have AC...so we spent some time at Cornerstone Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7ZRKT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VvyZCBpSPgY/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086529240683501970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7ZRKT2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VvyZCBpSPgY/s200/100_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It offered minimal relief, but at this point we will take anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7ZhKT2aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9HQNuLC9_kc/s1600-h/100_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086529244978469282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7ZhKT2aI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9HQNuLC9_kc/s200/100_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had a blast...Erik enjoyed spending some quality time with the fam (those opportunities can be few and far between while he is working so much)...I got sunburned and am now feeling the heat even more!  I love our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3770287458091147456?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3770287458091147456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3770287458091147456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3770287458091147456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3770287458091147456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/beat-heat.html' title='Beat the Heat'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rpb7YhKT2XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jX7yDvTFU9E/s72-c/100_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8388836826832071461</id><published>2007-07-02T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:18:05.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment...coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RonJcHXzzYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CeQTuKDlhWg/s1600-h/100_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082815139316747650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RonJcHXzzYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CeQTuKDlhWg/s320/100_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful people! Today, at work, we celebrated my birthday...one month late (to the day)!  One month ago, our whole office was up to our ears in paperwork trying to get the clinic open for patients, my boss' husband was not only dealing with the stress of Beth's dream quickly approaching reality...he was also sitting at the closing table, buying his own building, anyway...I did not feel like it was appropriate to bring up my birthday.  Somehow the word got out, and instead of sweeping it under the rug...they surprised me with gifts and lunch today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really excited to read the book that they gave me...it is about the "extreme" culture of women in China during the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century.  The subject peaked my interest when a friend of mine sent me an email containing photos of a woman whose feet had been bound (feet binding) and now as an elderly woman, her shoes are no bigger than a box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, that struck a chord with me, because at first glance we all say, "Who would do that?  That is silly...it is not attractive"  but the truth is WE applaud silly things in America, too!  A small waist...a large chest...both of those things so much so that we jeopardise our health to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; the goal.  Anyway...my point is that it is all silly...God created each and every one of us, and He loves us for what no one else can see.  I wish I could say that I am above the American culture of "beauty"...but you know that I would be a hypocrite, in fact I just got off of the scale and lectured myself on having gained two more pounds, after I have worked so hard to lose the weight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8388836826832071461?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8388836826832071461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8388836826832071461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8388836826832071461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8388836826832071461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/contentmentcoming-soon.html' title='Contentment...coming soon...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RonJcHXzzYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CeQTuKDlhWg/s72-c/100_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2518026072776696305</id><published>2007-06-28T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:36:02.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Praying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSlsnXzzTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JZvGnuCXdQw/s1600-h/100_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081368465482435890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSlsnXzzTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JZvGnuCXdQw/s200/100_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace Loving!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  Father God, help my children make every effort to do what leads to peace.  (Romans 14:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSls3XzzUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0SmW3dD_BPQ/s1600-h/100_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081368469777403202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSls3XzzUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0SmW3dD_BPQ/s200/100_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Heavenly Father, grant that my children would be filled with the joy given by the Holy Spirit.  (1 Thessalonians 1:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSltXXzzVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sD7Q8YTN6fI/s1600-h/100_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081368478367337810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSltXXzzVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sD7Q8YTN6fI/s200/100_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perseverance-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Lord, teach my children to persevere in all they do, and help them run the race set before them.  (Hebrews 12:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSluHXzzWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Bx6tPSLkI1I/s1600-h/100_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081368491252239714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSluHXzzWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Bx6tPSLkI1I/s200/100_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humility-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; God, please cultivate in my children the ability to show true humility toward all.  (Titus 3:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSluXXzzXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ba5XK7X0vzc/s1600-h/100_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081368495547207026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSluXXzzXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ba5XK7X0vzc/s200/100_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compassion-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Holy Father, I pray that You would clothe my children with the virtue of compassion.  (Colossians 3:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2518026072776696305?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2518026072776696305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2518026072776696305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2518026072776696305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2518026072776696305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-praying.html' title='Still Praying...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RoSlsnXzzTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JZvGnuCXdQw/s72-c/100_0080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4943725933888313660</id><published>2007-06-24T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:40:26.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DONfZ72I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-GQJNvcPl88/s1600-h/100_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079852816115822434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DONfZ72I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-GQJNvcPl88/s200/100_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend my side of the family joined together to celebrate my sister's birthday...what a blast!  We havent all been together...ever!  (I can say that because the last time we were together, 3 years ago, Molly wasn't born...).  It was so great to see everyone, I love and miss them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DOtfZ73I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Aq1V44uugk0/s1600-h/100_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079852824705757042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DOtfZ73I/AAAAAAAAAIs/Aq1V44uugk0/s200/100_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother, Jim, and his lovely wife, Jen...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DO9fZ74I/AAAAAAAAAI0/uyawW3ADC1c/s1600-h/100_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079852829000724354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DO9fZ74I/AAAAAAAAAI0/uyawW3ADC1c/s200/100_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my brother, Paul, his friend Tammy, and my nieces, Nicole and Courtney...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DPdfZ75I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Rff4brK_ys4/s1600-h/100_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079852837590658962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DPdfZ75I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Rff4brK_ys4/s200/100_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney and Ava...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DPtfZ76I/AAAAAAAAAJE/WbdzJXTo1FM/s1600-h/100_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079852841885626274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DPtfZ76I/AAAAAAAAAJE/WbdzJXTo1FM/s200/100_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul, Jim, my sister Kathryn, my mother Linda, me, my father Jim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shared memories brought smiles, laughter, a few tears and, at last, a sense of contentment.  I love my family, and I hope to continue to grow closer to each member!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4943725933888313660?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4943725933888313660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4943725933888313660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4943725933888313660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4943725933888313660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rn9DONfZ72I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-GQJNvcPl88/s72-c/100_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2834862598018519858</id><published>2007-06-18T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T21:05:03.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wonderful Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUhNfZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/expq_lrT8VA/s1600-h/100_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077620034417323794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUhNfZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/expq_lrT8VA/s200/100_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started off with breakfast in bed...meant for one...but Molly couldn't resist the inviting little table, she sat and shared Dad's meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUhdfZ7yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2OTLB3di2hs/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077620038712291106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUhdfZ7yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2OTLB3di2hs/s200/100_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent the rest of the day trying to stay cool...shopping at the mall...playing in the hose...splashing in the wading pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUidfZ7zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RLdGZWcYC5s/s1600-h/100_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077620055892160306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUidfZ7zI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RLdGZWcYC5s/s200/100_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls had almost as much fun as Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUitfZ70I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0y3O-FSFDIs/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077620060187127618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUitfZ70I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0y3O-FSFDIs/s200/100_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ava hiding from the crazy guy with the hose...AKA "Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUjtfZ71I/AAAAAAAAAIc/WZNjIm67gP0/s1600-h/100_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077620077366996818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUjtfZ71I/AAAAAAAAAIc/WZNjIm67gP0/s200/100_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two happy girls who LOVE their Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2834862598018519858?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2834862598018519858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2834862598018519858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2834862598018519858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2834862598018519858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/wonderful-fathers-day.html' title='A Wonderful Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RndUhNfZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/expq_lrT8VA/s72-c/100_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-7831514641528634445</id><published>2007-06-16T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:59:24.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Office</title><content type='html'>Wow...we are finally ready to move into our new office! It seems like we have been dreaming about it for so long, I can't believe it is really here! Yesterday we spent hours unloading boxes of dental supplies and adding our own personal touches...hopefully Beth gets a chance to hang pictures with the interior decorator this weekend so we will be ready for our patients next week!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgYNfZ7sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZCjR06-43y0/s1600-h/100_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718280263724738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgYNfZ7sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZCjR06-43y0/s200/100_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgYtfZ7tI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YzPKCqq07oY/s1600-h/100_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718288853659346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgYtfZ7tI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YzPKCqq07oY/s200/100_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has really been wonderful that she let us "employees" help out in some of the decision making (i.e. I created the name and logo, Kodi helped plan the layout of the office) it makes us feel like it is really &lt;em&gt;our &lt;/em&gt;office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgY9fZ7uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3X_fcGQqyOo/s1600-h/100_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718293148626658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgY9fZ7uI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3X_fcGQqyOo/s200/100_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it will be worth the drive to Parker to be a part of this office....for myself as an assistant and to all of you who are looking for a great dental practice for your little "Sweetpea's"!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgZNfZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cHBrSFxrP1M/s1600-h/100_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718297443593970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgZNfZ7vI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cHBrSFxrP1M/s200/100_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgZtfZ7wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fbjtPeCHiA4/s1600-h/100_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718306033528578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgZtfZ7wI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fbjtPeCHiA4/s200/100_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweetpea Children's Dentistry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Beth Nielsen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16830 Northgate Dr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker, CO 80134&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;303-841-9009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-7831514641528634445?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7831514641528634445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=7831514641528634445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7831514641528634445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7831514641528634445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-office.html' title='The New Office'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnQgYNfZ7sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ZCjR06-43y0/s72-c/100_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-424085544747548254</id><published>2007-06-13T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:10:19.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Praying for Families...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9j9fZ7nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vtV9CXgpyzg/s1600-h/DSCF2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075765205545905778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9j9fZ7nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vtV9CXgpyzg/s200/DSCF2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithfulness-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Let faithfulness never leave my children, but bind this virtue around their necks.  (Proverbs 3:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Courage-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Lord, may my children always be strong and courageous in their character and their actions. (Deuteronomy 31:6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9kNfZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jJH6AJ7vJqc/s1600-h/DSCF2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075765209840873090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9kNfZ7oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/jJH6AJ7vJqc/s200/DSCF2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9ktfZ7pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pQV6GH_JEgY/s1600-h/DSCF2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075765218430807698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9ktfZ7pI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pQV6GH_JEgY/s200/DSCF2168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Purity-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Create in my children pure hearts, O God, and let that purity of heart be shown in their lives. (Psalm 51:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9k9fZ7qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EC-TKCMznn4/s1600-h/DSCF1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075765222725775010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9k9fZ7qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EC-TKCMznn4/s200/DSCF1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kindness-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  Father, I pray that my children would be kind to each other and to everyone else. (1 Thessalonians 5:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9lNfZ7rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UbmC_QLWNFk/s1600-h/DSCF2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075765227020742322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9lNfZ7rI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UbmC_QLWNFk/s200/DSCF2195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generosity- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, I pray my children would be rich in good deeds, generous and willing to share.  (1 Timothy 6:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-424085544747548254?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/424085544747548254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=424085544747548254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/424085544747548254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/424085544747548254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/keep-praying-for-families.html' title='Keep Praying for Families...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RnC9j9fZ7nI/AAAAAAAAAGs/vtV9CXgpyzg/s72-c/DSCF2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8880867469201211332</id><published>2007-06-08T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:56:08.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Has It's Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmoJ7dfZ7hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qfvt94I94Ak/s1600-h/DSCF2068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073878847319567890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmoJ7dfZ7hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qfvt94I94Ak/s320/DSCF2068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many of you know, I have been blessed the last few months with some time off from work. The dentist that I work for is opening her own practice, so the last few months I have been staying at home (mostly) and helping her get some of the preparations done. I knew the spring would fly by, but I guess I didn't realize how fast...I go back to a "real" job on Monday! I have mixed feelings...I am so excited to be a part of this new office...I can't wait to be part of an office again...but it is going to tear me apart to be away from the girls again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to pack in some fun things this spring, and we enjoyed doing our activities during the week days. I feel that we made very good use of our time, and I am so blessed to have had this time with the kids, I know most working moms would do just about anything to have an extra "maternity leave" without actually having a new baby! I loved almost every minute of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thank you to all my friends who helped me cope with the "housewife" shock, the post-working-blues, and showing me the ropes on keeping the kids busy! I really appreciate your support and friendship! And thank you Dr. Beth for giving me the greatest gift a person could give...time with my family! I love you all, and please come visit me at the office!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8880867469201211332?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8880867469201211332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8880867469201211332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8880867469201211332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8880867469201211332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/everything-has-its-season.html' title='Everything Has It&apos;s Season'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmoJ7dfZ7hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Qfvt94I94Ak/s72-c/DSCF2068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-5703504183194213780</id><published>2007-06-06T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:42:14.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/my_shared?z=1a1b39a119c235df181e02&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=text_url"&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/my_shared?z=1a1b39a119c235df181e02&amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=text_url&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-5703504183194213780?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5703504183194213780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=5703504183194213780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5703504183194213780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5703504183194213780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-114916927025184591</id><published>2007-06-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:59:00.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Park</title><content type='html'>How refreshing...a day in the park!  Ava, Molly and I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_MdfZ7cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VR0DNmZDupU/s1600-h/DSCF2166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073163357307661762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_MdfZ7cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VR0DNmZDupU/s200/DSCF2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my in-laws (Roger and Mary), and my nephew (Odin) at Belleview Park today.  We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_MtfZ7dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u5IMMn65ZMQ/s1600-h/DSCF2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073163361602629074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_MtfZ7dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u5IMMn65ZMQ/s200/DSCF2162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Molly's favorite person is Papa...even greater than Mommy!  She was so happy to see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_NNfZ7eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tDYg1Qr6L4/s1600-h/DSCF2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073163370192563682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_NNfZ7eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tDYg1Qr6L4/s200/DSCF2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all rode the train together...the conductor/engineer thought it would be fun to go &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fast on one stretch...we all had white knuckles!  How embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_NdfZ7fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CcPGJDgZBls/s1600-h/DSCF2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073163374487530994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_NdfZ7fI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CcPGJDgZBls/s200/DSCF2175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Molly was attacked by the little pig...at first he was just teasing her, snapping at her dress, then he tried her hand...and SNAP...he bit her leg!  I didn't think he really did, but then he ran over a bit Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_NtfZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KFOliJ2LYRk/s1600-h/DSCF2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073163378782498306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_NtfZ7gI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KFOliJ2LYRk/s200/DSCF2185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides the "Pig Incident", we had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-114916927025184591?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114916927025184591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=114916927025184591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/114916927025184591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/114916927025184591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-to-park.html' title='Trip to the Park'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rmd_MdfZ7cI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VR0DNmZDupU/s72-c/DSCF2166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2672840155005867245</id><published>2007-06-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:59:12.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Person's Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqnIrumjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Av935tTgFPw/s1600-h/DSCF2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071311138485869106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqnIrumjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Av935tTgFPw/s200/DSCF2142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqnorumkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xpcAiRrl42M/s1600-h/DSCF2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071311147075803714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqnorumkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xpcAiRrl42M/s200/DSCF2150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqoIrumlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8ppc704vmkw/s1600-h/DSCF2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071311155665738322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqoIrumlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8ppc704vmkw/s200/DSCF2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah...neighborhood garage sale day! I have never been very good at garage sale-ing, and I really have no intentions of improving my skills. It's not that I don't enjoy a great bargain...I just don't have the time or patience to sift through a table overloaded with nic-nac's and stained baby clothes to find that special something for 25 cents. So, when I caught wind of the community sale I didn't think much of it. Last night I was visiting with our neighbors, and one of the guys asked if we were going to participate. "No...I have to work. You?" He was shocked that I wasn't bummed about it. He showed me the incredible play set he was getting rid of and then one by one neighbors were inviting me into their garages to have first pick at all of their sale items! "Take this! Ava needs one of these! Molly would love this!" They were all dragging things to our yard that they felt my girls needed! I am happy to say that our back yard now looks like the "Little Tykes" show room! Ava has a new bike (just her size...with training wheels). But more important, I have a street full of people who seem to know and care about my family...I hadn't realized that until last night! What a blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2672840155005867245?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2672840155005867245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2672840155005867245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2672840155005867245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2672840155005867245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-persons-treasure.html' title='Another Person&apos;s Treasure'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RmDqnIrumjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Av935tTgFPw/s72-c/DSCF2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-6267013400729249923</id><published>2007-05-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:35:39.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feather Poem...by request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlkJHYrumgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Wnw0HvV2P_0/s1600-h/DSCF2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069092878071798274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlkJHYrumgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Wnw0HvV2P_0/s320/DSCF2156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is what the poem on the ornament read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an angel feather,&lt;br /&gt;Sent from God above.&lt;br /&gt;To serve as a reminder&lt;br /&gt;Of His gracious love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from your guardian angel,&lt;br /&gt;That God assigned to you&lt;br /&gt;And fell out in his struggles,&lt;br /&gt;As he protected you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you almost stumble,&lt;br /&gt;Each time you nearly fall,&lt;br /&gt;Remember to thank God and all His angels&lt;br /&gt;For answering your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous (to me, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;The photo is the feather that was at the door that night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-6267013400729249923?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6267013400729249923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=6267013400729249923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6267013400729249923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/6267013400729249923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/feather-poemby-request.html' title='The Feather Poem...by request...'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlkJHYrumgI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Wnw0HvV2P_0/s72-c/DSCF2156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-7834954298771393219</id><published>2007-05-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:40:04.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rli2F4rumfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5puGHoADnqA/s1600-h/DSCF1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069001592836889074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rli2F4rumfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5puGHoADnqA/s320/DSCF1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have a wonderful mother! This past week a dear friend of mine passed on some concert tickets to Erik and I that she was unable to use (SO cool...a whole post on that to come!), although we are fortunate to have Erik's family in town, I have been feeling like they may be burnt out on watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; right now. I called my mom out of desperation, she lives 4 hours away. I guess I was expecting her to be busy since it was short notice and she is an active member in the community that they live in...but she said, "Where...when....tell me and I will be there!" You can't beat that! I can't wait to say that to my girls when they are grown and ask me for help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did she watch the girls for us, she took me shopping and out for dinner...I love that she is still my &lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;, even though most days I simply think of her as my best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture is of my sister, Kathryn, me, and my Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-7834954298771393219?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7834954298771393219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=7834954298771393219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7834954298771393219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/7834954298771393219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/thanks-mom.html' title='Thanks Mom!'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rli2F4rumfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5puGHoADnqA/s72-c/DSCF1318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2197566575237875000</id><published>2007-05-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:05:23.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Bonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlZ8UIrumeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t6Qvg4sDEdo/s1600-h/Braydin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068375116022192610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlZ8UIrumeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t6Qvg4sDEdo/s320/Braydin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited that I have been in contact with some of the most wonderful people in my life!!!! It is funny how just thinking about someone everyday is enough to get through even the toughest days, but when you actually communicate...it is like a rush...like falling in love all over again! I think we all are guilty of getting busy, days turn into weeks...months...and you still haven't called that friend...I tend to think that if I haven't kept in touch with someone as well as I had planned, that I have lost them. That is absolutely NOT the case! I recently sent an email to a dear friend...she responded right away, with updates and pictures! I cried as I studied about 93 photos of her and her family. Though our communication wanes at times of absence, I'm aware of a strength that emanates in the background!&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/7643628675758912720-2197566575237875000?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2197566575237875000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2197566575237875000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2197566575237875000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2197566575237875000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/invisible-bonds.html' title='Invisible Bonds'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlZ8UIrumeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/t6Qvg4sDEdo/s72-c/Braydin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4476763067507032920</id><published>2007-05-23T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:31:41.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to the editor</title><content type='html'>This is a formal retraction prior to receiving any "Letter's to the Editor"...as much as I love the story in my last post, I do not have any regrets about any part of my testimony! I was simply referring to the fact that I felt I had to push just see how far God would go...push I did...God went all the way...I am so grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chrissy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4476763067507032920?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4476763067507032920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4476763067507032920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4476763067507032920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4476763067507032920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/letter-to-editor.html' title='letter to the editor'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4151881413985901485</id><published>2007-05-21T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:57:23.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlJuxIrumcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5mwlUzFdohU/s1600-h/DSCF1477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067234321168767426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlJuxIrumcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5mwlUzFdohU/s320/DSCF1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I was browsing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; some older photos and came across this one from my baptism last year (in October).  Wow...to remember what it took to get me to that day almost makes me cry!  I have recently made a friend who accepted Christ as a young child, and- like many friends I know- she feels like she has maybe missed out on having a "story".  Well, to her and others like her I would like to say "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed." (John 20:29).  I am (unfortunately) much like Thomas, and couldn't believe until I saw Christ for myself.  I am truly thankful that I am saved, but I admit that I wish I had just believed as you did!  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beginning&lt;/span&gt; of my journey to Christ warms my heart as it reminds me that He is a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pursuer&lt;/span&gt;!  I remember feeling like my life was over, I had been raked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coals&lt;/span&gt; one too many times.  I was at work unwrapping Christmas ornaments thinking about ending it all, when I came across a golden feather ornament with a poem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;.  I read the poem and wept...I mean a really soul wrenching cry for help!  The poem basically said that this was a feather from a guardian angel that fell out in his struggles to protect you.  I was sad that God didn't care enough about me to send an angel to protect me.  Protect me from the pervert up the street when I was five, or protect me in my own home, or from the multitude of injustices I felt I had endured.  Why didn't God care for me?  That night I went to a party to drink the pain away, but before I took that first drink of the night, I felt an urge to just go home.  I opened the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; door, and a pure white feather landed at my feet.  I didn't know what to believe, but I went home feeling like maybe I did matter.  I still kick myself for not letting this story be my testimony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4151881413985901485?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4151881413985901485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4151881413985901485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4151881413985901485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4151881413985901485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlJuxIrumcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5mwlUzFdohU/s72-c/DSCF1477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-3979926736410525971</id><published>2007-05-21T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:14:21.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlJoXYrumbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8q6yiCZ8rLc/s1600-h/DSCF1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067227281717369266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlJoXYrumbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8q6yiCZ8rLc/s320/DSCF1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had one of those days where you cannot deny that God intimately cares for his children? Today was one of those days for me...not so much that anything life-changing happened today, but more like I felt the sunshine on my face and the burdens lifted off of my shoulders. The aroma of hope and peace seemed to fill the skies around me all day!  I went to see our new dental office (still in construction) with two of my dearest friends, and standing in that office space I could feel a chance for a new beginning...the three of us remembered together some of the injustices that we endured at the old place and it was obvious that we are doing the right thing!  Our previous boss told me time and time again "You control your own destiny", but the encouragement between these friends shouts loud and clear in the truth that God is in control...lets be prayerful together and listen to what we are told!  I have all the confidence that because we are all in agreement that God is really our boss, this is going to be a truly amazing dental office!  I feel like we are forging ahead in some unknown territory, but we are all comforted by the same familiar hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-3979926736410525971?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3979926736410525971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=3979926736410525971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3979926736410525971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/3979926736410525971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-boss.html' title='The Big Boss'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RlJoXYrumbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8q6yiCZ8rLc/s72-c/DSCF1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-5602894670634252640</id><published>2007-05-15T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:50:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLgYrumVI/AAAAAAAAADM/m-9WENxW7h8/s1600-h/DSCF2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065014119429478738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLgYrumVI/AAAAAAAAADM/m-9WENxW7h8/s320/DSCF2025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;Love for God's Word-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Lord, may my children regard your word as more precious than gold and sweeter than honey.  (Psalm 19:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLg4rumWI/AAAAAAAAADU/lVXAphvKkxs/s1600-h/Nilsen1-R1-020-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065014128019413346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLg4rumWI/AAAAAAAAADU/lVXAphvKkxs/s320/Nilsen1-R1-020-8A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Justice- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God, help my children to love justice as You do and act justly in all they do.  (Psalm 11:7 &amp; Micah 6:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLh4rumXI/AAAAAAAAADc/sczqNoC5hi0/s1600-h/DSCF2095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065014145199282546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLh4rumXI/AAAAAAAAADc/sczqNoC5hi0/s320/DSCF2095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mercy- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, Father, grant that my children would be full of mercy and compassion as you are Lord.  (James 5:11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLiorumYI/AAAAAAAAADk/5xUwp2nCgCY/s1600-h/DSCF1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065014158084184450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLiorumYI/AAAAAAAAADk/5xUwp2nCgCY/s320/DSCF1625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Respect-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, help my children to show respect to everyone, as your Word commands.  (1 Peter 2:17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLjYrumZI/AAAAAAAAADs/QT-6fEnPmmY/s1600-h/DSCF2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065014170969086354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLjYrumZI/AAAAAAAAADs/QT-6fEnPmmY/s320/DSCF2063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Self Esteem- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God, help my children develop a strong self-esteem rooted in the realization that they are Your workmanship.  (Ephesians 2:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-5602894670634252640?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5602894670634252640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=5602894670634252640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5602894670634252640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5602894670634252640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/pray-2.html' title='Pray 2'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqLgYrumVI/AAAAAAAAADM/m-9WENxW7h8/s72-c/DSCF2025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-8832874488445024845</id><published>2007-05-15T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:27:41.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smurf-ette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqFVYrumUI/AAAAAAAAADE/mIEZTtRfrsk/s1600-h/Nilsen2-R1-020-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065007333381151042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqFVYrumUI/AAAAAAAAADE/mIEZTtRfrsk/s320/Nilsen2-R1-020-8A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqCZYrumTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/T9ukb1FHRvQ/s1600-h/DSCF2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065004103565744434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqCZYrumTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/T9ukb1FHRvQ/s320/DSCF2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue chalk and a bucket of water...who knew that's what Smurf's were made of? Ava stirred up a batch of the blue sidewalk "paint" the other day...she had a blast! F.Y.I., if your children think this would be a fun creative outlet, let me be the first to warn you...this paste does not wash off easily! I had to scrub Ava's legs multiple times with warm soapy water, but that still couldn't remove the color from her nails. Adult strength whitening toothpaste and an old toothbrush worked better than soap, but still left her slightly blue! I have yet to find something to remove the footprints from our bathtub! I struggle with letting kids be kids and get messy, so this was a good activity for both of us...I hope I can relax more in the future!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh...here comes trouble!  Ava gets messy from time to time...but Molly gets DIRTY!  This episode still makes me throw up a little in my mouth...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was cleaning the girl's room over the weekend, I thought to myself "How wonderful is my family?  Everyone is quietly entertaining themselves and I am getting some serious cleaning done!"  As I carried the laundry basket down stairs I caught a glimpse of Molly standing a little too close to the toilet...YUCK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought "It isn't too bad, I just bleached the bathroom yesterday..."  Oh, it was bad!  Molly was splashing around in USED toilet water!  Ava had gone #2 , forgotten to flush, left the lid up and the door open!  Gross!  I gave Molly the longest, soapiest bath ever!  Erik needs to stop working weekends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-8832874488445024845?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8832874488445024845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=8832874488445024845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8832874488445024845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/8832874488445024845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/smurf-ette.html' title='Smurf-ette'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RkqFVYrumUI/AAAAAAAAADE/mIEZTtRfrsk/s72-c/Nilsen2-R1-020-8A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-514493808518140312</id><published>2007-05-06T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:07:58.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0QjhN9I/AAAAAAAAACU/hFi-h0p_FcE/s1600-h/DSCF1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061678542566275026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0QjhN9I/AAAAAAAAACU/hFi-h0p_FcE/s200/DSCF1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Salvation-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, I pray that my children would obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus, with eternal glory.  (2 Timothy 2:10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0gjhN-I/AAAAAAAAACc/qP2d81cv5QU/s1600-h/DSCF1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061678546861242338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0gjhN-I/AAAAAAAAACc/qP2d81cv5QU/s200/DSCF1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;God's Grace-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pray that I/my children may grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  (2 Peter 3:18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0wjhN_I/AAAAAAAAACk/1C519vGNJLg/s1600-h/DSCF1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061678551156209650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0wjhN_I/AAAAAAAAACk/1C519vGNJLg/s200/DSCF1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Father, grant that I/my children would learn to live a life of love, through the Spirit who lives in me/them.  (Ephesians 5:2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x1AjhOAI/AAAAAAAAACs/i0x7ase9iKM/s1600-h/Nilsen2-R1-052-24A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061678555451176962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x1AjhOAI/AAAAAAAAACs/i0x7ase9iKM/s200/Nilsen2-R1-052-24A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Integrity-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lord, may integrity and uprightness protect me/my children because my/their hope is in you.  (Psalm 25:21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x1QjhOBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N4RKp-vHPuI/s1600-h/DSCF2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061678559746144274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x1QjhOBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/N4RKp-vHPuI/s200/DSCF2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Self Control-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Father, help my children not be like many others, but to be alert and self-controlled in all they do.  (1 Thessalonians 5:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-514493808518140312?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/514493808518140312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=514493808518140312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/514493808518140312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/514493808518140312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6x0QjhN9I/AAAAAAAAACU/hFi-h0p_FcE/s72-c/DSCF1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-1815559434217274210</id><published>2007-05-06T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:47:03.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know Ava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rywjhN4I/AAAAAAAAABs/sOOfH7z1tIk/s1600-h/DSCF1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671919726704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rywjhN4I/AAAAAAAAABs/sOOfH7z1tIk/s320/DSCF1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava was born Jan. 8, 2004. She was an answer to my prayers and a fulfillment of God's promise. She has blessed our lives in so many ways. Of our two children, Ava is the more easy-going one. She is very sensitive and eager to please.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzAjhN5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/euo_EfDa4gU/s1600-h/DSCF2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671924021671826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzAjhN5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/euo_EfDa4gU/s320/DSCF2102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to predict right now what Ava would grow up to be, I would guess a Hallmark card writer! She is always coming up with wonderful things to say! Here are a couple of my favorites...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzQjhN6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7bV8QkoKyso/s1600-h/DSCF2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671928316639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzQjhN6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/7bV8QkoKyso/s320/DSCF2103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mommy, she is a wonderful dream come true..." said as we stared at baby Molly sleeping as an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzgjhN7I/AAAAAAAAACE/YwAQyQfy02A/s1600-h/DSCF2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671932611606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzgjhN7I/AAAAAAAAACE/YwAQyQfy02A/s320/DSCF2020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mommy, you are my best friend...it is good to have best friends forever" said after I read her a bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzwjhN8I/AAAAAAAAACM/5tUiIPE1Tu0/s1600-h/nilsen5-R1-038-17A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061671936906573762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rzwjhN8I/AAAAAAAAACM/5tUiIPE1Tu0/s320/nilsen5-R1-038-17A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Ava was looking out our front window one evening, I asked her what she was looking at....her reply blew me away..."All the possibilities" She was two years old at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-1815559434217274210?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1815559434217274210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=1815559434217274210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/1815559434217274210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/1815559434217274210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-to-know-ava.html' title='Get to know Ava'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6rywjhN4I/AAAAAAAAABs/sOOfH7z1tIk/s72-c/DSCF1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-4367977774571587432</id><published>2007-05-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:49:15.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know Molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nfgjhNzI/AAAAAAAAABE/0uoUaYQq9k4/s1600-h/DSCF2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061667190967711538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nfgjhNzI/AAAAAAAAABE/0uoUaYQq9k4/s320/DSCF2061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nfwjhN0I/AAAAAAAAABM/V68v1vPSuiE/s1600-h/DSCF2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061667195262678850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nfwjhN0I/AAAAAAAAABM/V68v1vPSuiE/s320/DSCF2098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6ngAjhN1I/AAAAAAAAABU/hN69W6kzI4M/s1600-h/DSCF2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061667199557646162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6ngAjhN1I/AAAAAAAAABU/hN69W6kzI4M/s320/DSCF2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nggjhN2I/AAAAAAAAABc/bTWhCvHVAJM/s1600-h/DSCF2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061667208147580770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nggjhN2I/AAAAAAAAABc/bTWhCvHVAJM/s320/DSCF2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6ngwjhN3I/AAAAAAAAABk/LN9XHbevWa0/s1600-h/DSCF2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061667212442548082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6ngwjhN3I/AAAAAAAAABk/LN9XHbevWa0/s320/DSCF2101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly was born Feb. 25, 2006. Since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, Erik and I have considered her to be very high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;! Even at the end of my pregnancy, Molly was getting into trouble...I was going into the doctor's office twice a week to monitor her heart rate which was very abnormal. It was so slow that they would have me drink juice, and then soda to see if they could "wake her up". It didn't work, so they decided to induce labor 3 weeks early. After she was born we could see that she was the picture of health!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now, at 14 months, she is still giving us a few gray hairs! In these pictures she had found the Easter eggs filled with candy, hid with them under the table, and ate as many as she could as fast as she could! We have to keep a close eye on this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly has so much "spunk", and she fills our lives with laughter...we love her for so many reasons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-4367977774571587432?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4367977774571587432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=4367977774571587432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4367977774571587432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/4367977774571587432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/get-to-know-molly.html' title='Get to know Molly'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/Rj6nfgjhNzI/AAAAAAAAABE/0uoUaYQq9k4/s72-c/DSCF2061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-5362971310033462743</id><published>2007-05-03T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:56:10.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Christian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RjqcrT4hjsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xiw4qRHeV1Y/s1600-h/nilsen5-R1-032-14A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060529399189835458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RjqcrT4hjsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xiw4qRHeV1Y/s320/nilsen5-R1-032-14A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;livin&lt;/span&gt;' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my flaws are far too visible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had my share of heartaches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say "I am a Christian"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Annonymous&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/7643628675758912720-5362971310033462743?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5362971310033462743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=5362971310033462743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5362971310033462743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/5362971310033462743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-christian.html' title='I am a Christian'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RjqcrT4hjsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xiw4qRHeV1Y/s72-c/nilsen5-R1-032-14A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643628675758912720.post-2891393197034853349</id><published>2007-05-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:20:01.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RjonrD4hjrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5P9goCUxtf8/s1600-h/DSCF1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060400752034418354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RjonrD4hjrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5P9goCUxtf8/s320/DSCF1922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel so blessed to have this wonderful family! I must admit that 8 years ago when God promised me all this and more, I didn't really think it was possible. "Obey Me and I will bless you and YOUR family" All glory to Him who keeps his promises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As blessed as we are, we still have our struggles! Ava, who is definately an answer to our prayers, is challenging me DAILY! After the birth of our second daughter, Molly, 14 months ago, Ava has been occasionally playing "baby". I understand that. But for the past couple of weeks, she has been acting like a baby more often than like the big girl she is. I feel bad because it really aggrivates me and it embarrasses ME. When we are out in public and somebody politely asks her a question (i.e. "What is your name?") and she stares at them blankley with her tongue hanging out and grunts. She is VERY intelligent, and I am so proud of that. But it gets under my skin when she does that to people. I have been dilligent about praising her when she is a big girl, and ignoring her when she acts like a baby. But it doesnt seem to make any difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope she outgrows this quickly, she is such a sweet little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks for letting me vent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Chrissy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643628675758912720-2891393197034853349?l=nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2891393197034853349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643628675758912720&amp;postID=2891393197034853349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2891393197034853349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643628675758912720/posts/default/2891393197034853349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilsenfamilyblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/remember-promise.html' title='Remember the promise'/><author><name>Chrissy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11920411902470859043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1XkWTeWG7wU/RjonrD4hjrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5P9goCUxtf8/s72-c/DSCF1922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
