<?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-8588092017331267109</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:25:59.573-05:00</updated><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Prepare To Be HUMBLED!</title><subtitle type='html'>Our Humble life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-109390001835255153</id><published>2011-09-09T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:02:40.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>So, I'm trying to get back into blogging. It is such a wonderful scrapbook of our "Humble" memories. It is amazing how much our children have grown in just two years. I promise...pictures soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;FYI...sometimes I'm a Facebook spy and I love this recent post by my brother....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;the preface of the book that my grandfather (Pop) wrote many years ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;‎"I am proud of my children and grandchildren, and I want only the best for them. However, I want them to be prepared for the rough times that will most likely come along in their lives. There is nothing better to prepare for those times than a deep faith in God and love for and from those close to us."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;This book is a treasure for me. I'm so glad that I have it so that I can share with my children about their great-grandfather. It is awesome how words from long ago can still impact lives today. Thanks Pop for still being an encourager through your written word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;We could all learn from his amazing faith! I hope that my children see the same strength in me that I saw in Pop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-109390001835255153?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/109390001835255153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=109390001835255153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/109390001835255153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/109390001835255153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-9184977124875525789</id><published>2009-11-25T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:44:10.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful in 2009</title><content type='html'>It is Thanksgiving Eve, and we have a busy day tomorrow and Friday. As I've been cooking and working around the house, I've been thinking about what a lucky person I am. I wanted to share my top 9 things that I'm thankful for in 2009. (In no particular order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For my husband, John. He is wonderful and I truly mean it! We've been married for 7 years and still enjoy being together. He is an awesome father to our children. I love you John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mitchell - my first born child. He is such a blessing in my life. He is such a sweet older brother. He has such a big heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marshal - my little man. He is almost 8 months old and is going to start crawling soon. He is such a happy child and I can already tell that he is going to have a big heart like his brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My family - I have such wonderful parents, brother, and sister. My parents taught me what a loving relationship looks like and so many other things about life. They continue to be wonderful grandparents. In fact my mom keeps Marshal each day while I'm at work. It is such a blessing to know that he's with someone who loves him each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. John's Family ... I know many people don't really get along with their in-laws but I love my in-laws! I enjoy spending time with John's family as much as I do my own. Being the oldest in my family, I&amp;nbsp; gained older brothers and sisters when I married John. We are really close to John's sister, his&amp;nbsp;brothers and their wives, their children. I love that Mitchell and Marshal know their cousins so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Being saved by grace - The Lord Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior! I accepted Christ as a teenager and God is such a big part of my life. I was blessed to be raised in a Christian home and now our children are too. I pray for the day that Mitchell and Marshal will come to know Jesus as their Lord and Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Shelter, food, the essentials- Many people are going through some difficult times right now. We are blessed to have a home and able to put food on the table. At school, I see it daily - students without their basic needs being met and it is so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My co-workers- (This may seem weird) I'm blessed to work with such great people. Many of them love the Lord and it makes the day more enjoyable when you can relate so closely with the people you work with. The other teachers in my grade-level take care of each other. When I was out last year on bedrest they took care of my classroom so that I wouldn't have to worry about anything. It was not something that I asked them to do...they just did it because they care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My grandmothers - I have two amazing grandmothers! Ma and Mawie you are both such a big part of who I am today. I'm thankful that I've been able to spend so much time with both of you. They, too, have set the example of a&amp;nbsp;Godly woman in&amp;nbsp;my life.&amp;nbsp;You both mean the world to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-9184977124875525789?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/9184977124875525789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=9184977124875525789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/9184977124875525789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/9184977124875525789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful-in-2009.html' title='Thankful in 2009'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-6970333922820147358</id><published>2009-11-04T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:31:13.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy, but Rainy Halloween! (including Pumpkin Carving and 7 months old)</title><content type='html'>Crazy title, huh? It sums up life in the Humble Household...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should totally be fired from blogging because it has been a month since my last post. Life is crazy...I've had a lot of ideas.. but just no time. This has the potential to be a long post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began a couple of weeks ago when we went to a pumpkin patch in Dawsonville and got two pumpkins. One was to carve and the other was Marshal sized. Then the next week we spent some quality time together carving the pumpkin. Mitchell and I did most of the gutting and John did the cutting. Marshal mostly just watched. I gave Marshal some of the guts to touch. He didn't like it. I think that our pumpkin turned out really cute... Too bad it was rotten a whole week before Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Gutting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3KDxyNxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n-Nu-3IrTQE/s1600-h/IMG_3946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3KDxyNxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n-Nu-3IrTQE/s320/IMG_3946.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The final product ... (aren't they just so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3T85-5pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DusCvSh6sHs/s1600-h/IMG_3955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3T85-5pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/DusCvSh6sHs/s320/IMG_3955.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SPOOKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3ZSHqDQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O6h9og9WaAQ/s1600-h/IMG_3963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3ZSHqDQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O6h9og9WaAQ/s320/IMG_3963.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then on Halloween went spent time with both my family and John's family. We always eat with John's family and the cousins go trick-or-treating together. It is so fun! This year was no different. We went to John's brother's house and ate chili. YUMMY! Then headed out for candy. But...before we took the first step it started raining again, so John took Marshal inside and Mitchell and I grabbed umbrellas and went on our way. Mitchell had fun and got a lot of candy. Being their mom I might be a little prejudice, but I had some pretty cute trick-or-treaters. Mitchell was a fisherman (he used all his stuff from Montana) and Marshal was a monkey (banana included). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH35fM48kI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jdMxuQn_c5I/s1600-h/IMG_4017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH35fM48kI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jdMxuQn_c5I/s200/IMG_4017.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3kD9tjAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3WrgpsJo04Q/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3kD9tjAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3WrgpsJo04Q/s200/IMG_4005.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3vvWUa4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Zn0Ku1d4P0g/s1600-h/IMG_4010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3vvWUa4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Zn0Ku1d4P0g/s200/IMG_4010.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And on top of this crazy weekend - Marshal turned seven months old. I truly can't believe that he is that old. I know that I say that every month, but its true. Then I look at Mitchell and I think how fast he is growing up. I just want to stop time and cherish every minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-6970333922820147358?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/6970333922820147358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=6970333922820147358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/6970333922820147358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/6970333922820147358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-but-rainy-halloween-including.html' title='A Happy, but Rainy Halloween! (including Pumpkin Carving and 7 months old)'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SvH3KDxyNxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/n-Nu-3IrTQE/s72-c/IMG_3946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-3539889589664979097</id><published>2009-10-05T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:08:05.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sale</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went to the big yard sale in the Reunion subdivision. John's brother lives in the subdivision so he let us know what was going on. We normally participate in the Reunion's bi-annual yard sales (Fall and Spring). We will spend all night getting ready the day before and then spend all morning selling. It is&amp;nbsp;exhausting but so much fun! Everytime that we have participated we have made at least $200. People will buy anything! This year was different. We didn't sell this year - instead I was on a mission to buy Marshal some clothes for this fall. My sister and I started at 8am on Saturday and walked the whole loop (about 1.5 miles). Then I met John at his brother's house to get the kids. I fed Marshal and then we went back out. We had skipped some of the side streets.&amp;nbsp;At that point I hadn't had much luck finding clothes that were Marshal's size. I hit the jackpot! The side streets had&amp;nbsp;so much more stuff. John came around and picked us up and drove us around from house to house. I was able to get 24 clothes pieces for Marshal, two books, two picture frames, a wooden stool, and some toys for a total of $30. Now that is some deal hunting and some of the clothes still have tags on it. Next yard sale I will definately be out their again!!! It was so much fun and some great excercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-3539889589664979097?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/3539889589664979097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=3539889589664979097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3539889589664979097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3539889589664979097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/10/yard-sale.html' title='Yard Sale'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-3602935469275484740</id><published>2009-10-01T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:21:56.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SsVbOQj213I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hSOSFrFEEno/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SsVbOQj213I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hSOSFrFEEno/s200/IMG_3880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Marshal, &lt;br /&gt;Today you turned 6 months old. I can't believe that you are half a year old and in 6 more months you will be a whole year old. You are growing up so fast. It seems like only yesterday your dad and I were only driving to the hospital with you on the way.&amp;nbsp;I remember holding you for the first time - you&amp;nbsp;were so little. You are such a blessing in our lives. I love watching you grow in learn. Here are six things about you, my little six month old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. You love to eat. So far you have tried sweet potatoes, squash, carrots, green beans, english peas, pears, bananas, peaches, and applesauce. You like almost everything that you try except for the carrots and peas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. You love your bear-blanket. Your dad and I call it your "baby" and Mymer calls it your 'lovie." When we put you to bed you reach your little arms up and wait for it. Then you take it and squeeze it. It is the cutest thing! &lt;br /&gt;3. You love your brother. It is truly amazing how I can already tell that you admire&amp;nbsp;and look up to him. When you see Mitchell your face lights up with the biggest smile. You even watch him walk around the room. &lt;br /&gt;4. You laugh at the weirdest things. You laugh when we sneeze and think that the fly swatter is hilarious. If we pretend to swat flies you will laugh until you have this deep belly laugh. It is the funniest thing. &lt;br /&gt;5. You enjoy exploring new things. Recently you have started sitting up - this has given you a new perspective on the world. You have discovered the patterns on the rugs, magazines, toys, and continue to play with your toes. You love your toes!&lt;br /&gt;6. You like to give kisses. Okay - it is&amp;nbsp;not really a kiss - it is more of an open, drooling mouth on the face. My favorite is when I have worked all day and I come to pick you up and you grab my face and give me a kiss. This truly melts my heart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!!! &lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave Mitchell out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SsViJAQAfWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Dy1bWc2_TWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SsViJAQAfWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Dy1bWc2_TWQ/s200/IMG_3795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mitchell, &lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of you! You are at such a fun place in life. You are learning to read. Each day you come home and tell me something new that you have learned or discovered. You are turning into a young man in front of my eyes. You are such a blessing in our lives! I can't believe that you are 6 and a half years old. Here are six things about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You like school but your favorite part is recess and then lunch!&lt;br /&gt;2. You are a good reader! I'm amazed each day at how well you read. &lt;br /&gt;3. You are an awesome big brother. I know that it is sometimes hard being the oldest child and it has been an adjustment for you, but I know that you love your brother. When we get home from school the first thing that you want to do is give your brother a kiss. How sweet!&lt;br /&gt;4. You have lost 3 teeth. You lost your 3rd one today. I can't wait to see how much money the tooth fairy leaves you. &lt;br /&gt;5. You like watching TV and playing on the computer! Your favorite website is Poptropica. You will watch anything that comes on the Disney Channel. &lt;br /&gt;6. You are the most organized child I know. Today you asked for an organizer case for your DS. You have 3 organizer cases for your many Bakugans. Each one of your toys has a place and you know where everything is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-3602935469275484740?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/3602935469275484740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=3602935469275484740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3602935469275484740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3602935469275484740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/10/six.html' title='Six...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SsVbOQj213I/AAAAAAAAAHI/hSOSFrFEEno/s72-c/IMG_3880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-769455323230894101</id><published>2009-09-26T15:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:20:15.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Tall</title><content type='html'>Marshal is beginning to sit&amp;nbsp;like a big boy. He thinks that he is so big. It makes me so nervous that I'm normally sitting right there with him but I had to get a picture. I put pillows all around so if he did fall he would not bang his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he sits he likes playing with his toys. His favorite is a magazine - I've learned to give him old ones because he will tear it up. He's still learning and sometimes falls over head first - in slow motion. Then he wiggles to try to get the toy he's lost. He wants to crawl so bad. I don't think that I'm ready for him to crawl but it won't be long before he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look how big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5sdyGeqKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4cPn7MdICHw/s1600-h/IMG_3878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5sdyGeqKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4cPn7MdICHw/s320/IMG_3878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He's always sticking out his tongue so this picture fully captures his personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-769455323230894101?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/769455323230894101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=769455323230894101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/769455323230894101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/769455323230894101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/09/sitting-tall.html' title='Sitting Tall'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5sdyGeqKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4cPn7MdICHw/s72-c/IMG_3878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-5446010573969585284</id><published>2009-09-26T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:20:41.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Humble Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we celebrated another Humble birthday. My niece turned 7. All the Humble's went to John's parents' house for the party. The grandkids had on red UGA Bulldog shirts so we couldn't resist a picture. Its so nice to be so close to both John's family and mine. I had that growing up and would not trade a minute of it. Family is so important to me and John both. It is very rare these days for children to see their cousins, aunts, and uncles on a regular basis. We are so blessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A picture of all the cousins! Marshal was fussy so John sitting in the background holding him up in the picture. It&amp;nbsp;is hard to get 8 kids smiling and looking at the camera all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5pRs4PuiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NlmwAfevEVc/s1600-h/IMG_3865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5pRs4PuiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NlmwAfevEVc/s320/IMG_3865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Before the party, Marshal was able to take part in a Humble tradition. All of the grandkids sit "the bowl" when they just start sitting up. He looks so big!!! (I think that he's trying to wave.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5pESjdGFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IbcHvVAYWUI/s1600-h/IMG_3833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5pESjdGFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IbcHvVAYWUI/s320/IMG_3833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's Mitchell in "the bowl" when he was little. Look at the similarities - hey you might think that you are seeing the same child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5qpVA87hI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s5CMB6bucSE/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5qpVA87hI/AAAAAAAAAG4/s5CMB6bucSE/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-5446010573969585284?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/5446010573969585284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=5446010573969585284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5446010573969585284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5446010573969585284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/09/humble-birthday.html' title='A Humble Birthday!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sr5pRs4PuiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/NlmwAfevEVc/s72-c/IMG_3865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-1501983997924267461</id><published>2009-09-13T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:55:40.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sis' Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have felt very reflective today. This is not a normal post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my little sister turned 19. I can't believe that she will enter her twenties in just one year. I already feel old. This is a shout out to Em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Em - you are a special young lady who is going to do great things with your life. I'm already proud of the all the accomplishments you have made. I've always admired your ability to make such good choices. I'm proud to be your big sister! My advice to you is to always follow your dreams - no matter how big or small. I know that you might not understand your place in life right now - but I know that God is working on his plan for your life. You are where you are because that is where God wants you to be. (Some wisdom that I have to remind myself everyday!) I LOVE YOU!!! Mitchell and Marshal think that your are an awesome aunt!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sq2wLu0-zbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BTHc8CKI5M8/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sq2wLu0-zbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BTHc8CKI5M8/s200/IMG_3285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-1501983997924267461?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/1501983997924267461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=1501983997924267461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/1501983997924267461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/1501983997924267461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-sis-birthday.html' title='Little Sis&apos; Birthday!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Sq2wLu0-zbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BTHc8CKI5M8/s72-c/IMG_3285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-7046736771211744853</id><published>2009-09-12T14:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:11:22.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Start 'em Young and Raise 'em Right!</title><content type='html'>Last week was the beginning of football season. We are huge UGA Bulldog fans. We spent the day at my parent's house. My dad had cooked some chicken fingers and wings. They were sooo yummy!!! Although the dawgs lost, we still had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal's first UGA game. (I think he loved it - well, maybe unitl uncle P yelled at one of the football players ... Marshal jumped and started crying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxPhBqFsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L4T8c1Ae9ks/s1600-h/IMG_3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxPhBqFsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L4T8c1Ae9ks/s320/IMG_3807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380659428689843906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle P making everything okay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxPEiSAoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UXr-P3tIORE/s1600-h/IMG_3805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxPEiSAoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/UXr-P3tIORE/s320/IMG_3805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380659421042049666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brothers enjoying the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxQTKSUFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TZzH0gknXDA/s1600-h/IMG_3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxQTKSUFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TZzH0gknXDA/s320/IMG_3809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380659442147807314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the dawgs will have a better showing today! GO DAWGS! SIC 'EM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-7046736771211744853?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/7046736771211744853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=7046736771211744853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/7046736771211744853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/7046736771211744853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-em-young-and-raise-them-right.html' title='Start &apos;em Young and Raise &apos;em Right!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqvxPhBqFsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/L4T8c1Ae9ks/s72-c/IMG_3807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-8951645323416440134</id><published>2009-09-03T21:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:20:36.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Safe Return!</title><content type='html'>Mitchell and John made a safe return home from Montana on Saturday. I was so excited to see them both. Marshal just lit up when he saw his brother. He leaned in and gave him a kiss. Here are just a few pics from their travels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! A bear!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB1dHV-aiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BxxCKmsVLtc/s1600-h/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB1dHV-aiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BxxCKmsVLtc/s320/IMG_3802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377427098128247330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell fishing with Poppi. What great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB1cv6CyPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/82rjoF4wxNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB1cv6CyPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/82rjoF4wxNQ/s320/IMG_3787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377427091837077746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's dad has some great pictures of John and Mitchell - hopefully I can share those soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARSHAL UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB4egAh7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jyvUdPgKAb0/s1600-h/IMG_3744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB4egAh7uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jyvUdPgKAb0/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377430420463939298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing up so fast. I know I say that a lot but its true. Lately he's been...&lt;br /&gt;1. He's been eating baby food once a day. LIKES: Sweet Potatoes and Squash DISLIKES: Carrots COMING SOON: Green Beans and Bananas&lt;br /&gt;2. Today he started rolling over from his back to his tummy. We've laid him down for a nap and found him on his stomach twice today. &lt;br /&gt;3. He gives kisses. Seriously - He will grab your face and open his mouth to give a kiss. It is full of drool but most definately the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;4. He's really into talking. He will take turns talking to me like we are carrying on a conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun to watch my boys grow up and to watch their personalities develop. I love them sooo much. Words cannot describe my love for them. Its a constant reminder of Christ's love for us - unconditional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-8951645323416440134?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/8951645323416440134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=8951645323416440134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/8951645323416440134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/8951645323416440134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/09/safe-return.html' title='A Safe Return!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SqB1dHV-aiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BxxCKmsVLtc/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-5592495914748881881</id><published>2009-08-28T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:40:58.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing Update</title><content type='html'>I've talked to John and Mitchell several times this week. I think that they've had so much fun. Every time that I've talked to Mitchell he's either told me about a fish he caught or some animal that he saw. I've missed them both so much this week. I can't wait to see them. Their flight is supposed to land in Atlanta at 9pm tomorrow night. I hope that they've taken lots of pictures and have some of the trip recorded on video. I did receive this picture this week ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh to be wearing a jacket... if it only was cold enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpiEVpdKeCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jQ73paKNGwU/s1600-h/mlh+old+faithful+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpiEVpdKeCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jQ73paKNGwU/s320/mlh+old+faithful+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375191662706980898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boys have been away Marshal and I have been staying with my mom and sister. It just made the whole week easier for all of us. I've enjoyed spending time with them - just the girls and Marshal. Tonight my mom and I went to one of my favorite places to eat - Cali N Titos in Athens. I rarely go there - but we both love their Cubano sandwich. It is truly an experience. You have to go to understand. It looks like it has been taken out of Mexico City and placed in the middle of Athens, GA. Tomorrow I will be waiting for John and Mitchell to come home - but it will be very late. Pray for safe travels for the whole group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-5592495914748881881?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/5592495914748881881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=5592495914748881881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5592495914748881881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5592495914748881881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishing-update.html' title='Fishing Update'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpiEVpdKeCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jQ73paKNGwU/s72-c/mlh+old+faithful+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-9108619645552245600</id><published>2009-08-22T11:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:24:16.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Potatoes - YUMMY, YUMMY!</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day - well I'm trying to catch up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal started eating real baby food last Friday. I started with sweet potatoes. Right now he only gets baby food at dinner. He also went to the doctor for a check-up. He weighed 14 pounds 7.5 ounces and was 25.5 inches long. He's growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from Marshal's first meal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not really sure about this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAMn9IZ80I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FugHbgnuSek/s1600-h/IMG_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAMn9IZ80I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FugHbgnuSek/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372808236017251138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAMnvRzzbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2xUas6v1IeY/s1600-h/IMG_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAMnvRzzbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2xUas6v1IeY/s320/IMG_3763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372808232298597810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's beginning to enjoy his food and learning how to eat. Last night I intoduced carrots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-9108619645552245600?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/9108619645552245600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=9108619645552245600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/9108619645552245600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/9108619645552245600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-potatoes-yummy-yummy.html' title='Sweet Potatoes - YUMMY, YUMMY!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAMn9IZ80I/AAAAAAAAAFI/FugHbgnuSek/s72-c/IMG_3765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-4132933711296033344</id><published>2009-08-22T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:12:48.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since my last post. LIfe has just been crazy!! John and Mitchell left for Montana today. They will return next Saturday. I don't know what I'm going to do without them for a whole week! I've never been away from either one of them for this long. I know that they are going to have so much fun. It is a big guy's trip which includes - John, Mitchell, my dad (Dubby), John's dad (Poppi), my brother (Parker), John's brothers (Charley and Wright), my cousin (Michael), and two of Charley's friends from high school. Their trip includes a lot of fishing and a lot of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Montana in July 2008 as a family with my parents. It is truly one of the most beautiful places that I've ever seen. We visited Yellowstone and saw Old Faithful. It was so much fun and I even caught a fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The views...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJyFibM1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vd8S1cozgoM/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJyFibM1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vd8S1cozgoM/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372805111537677138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing Slough Creek 2008 (after a 6 mile hike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJxgGww0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/hikvJosVUBw/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJxgGww0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/hikvJosVUBw/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372805101489537858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily, Parker, Mitchell, John, and Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJxDYQwCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yqtEywdjZas/s1600-h/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJxDYQwCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yqtEywdjZas/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372805093778309154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about them leaving brings up so many good memories from our trip. The most special part of our trip was that my grandmother (Mawie) was able to go with us. Those are priceless memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the boys make some awesome memories and I will share pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-4132933711296033344?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/4132933711296033344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=4132933711296033344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/4132933711296033344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/4132933711296033344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/08/montana.html' title='Montana'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SpAJyFibM1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Vd8S1cozgoM/s72-c/IMG_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-3001213187191787686</id><published>2009-08-07T16:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:21:30.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beep, Beep, Honk!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went over at John's parents' house. Marshal got a chance to play with a new toy. My sister-in-law, Kristie, had left a jumpy-saucer type thing over there just for Marshal. We had to see if he was big enough to play in it. When we put him in it his head barely peered over the seat, but he just held his head high and looked at all the colorful things around him. I think that he really enjoyed sitting in it. It is in the shape of a car so it has a steering wheel and keys. Marshal is not quite big enough to reach them.  He was mesmerized by all the bright colors. He was so cute in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyaNnGtiwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uDqlQIOtSIk/s1600-h/IMG_3757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyaNnGtiwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uDqlQIOtSIk/s320/IMG_3757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367334414544898818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyZNDDSHgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mqzxXEwjunU/s1600-h/IMG_3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyZNDDSHgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mqzxXEwjunU/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367333305355214338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell had to get in on the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyZN8B8SSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/idzmgPGvZXA/s1600-h/IMG_3758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyZN8B8SSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/idzmgPGvZXA/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367333320650410274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-3001213187191787686?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/3001213187191787686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=3001213187191787686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3001213187191787686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3001213187191787686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/08/beep-beep-honk.html' title='Beep, Beep, Honk!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnyaNnGtiwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uDqlQIOtSIk/s72-c/IMG_3757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-5040230381258963492</id><published>2009-08-06T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:00:40.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitchell, 1st Grader at Last</title><content type='html'>This past Monday Mitchell started first grade. He was sooo excited! He had been counting down the days for at least two weeks. I had asked him over the weekend if he wanted me to walk him to his room. My heart melted when he said yes! (I know that there will been a day when he will want to walk alone b/c mommy won't be as cool as she is right now.) I really don't remember being that emotional about Mitchell starting Kindergarten but I did feel a tear when I dropped him off on Monday. It was like he was truly a big boy. I also knew that I would not see him at all during the school day. Last year I saw him about 3 times a day. My schedule followed his. I used to look forward to the times that I would see him at school and now I only see him at the end of the day. Mitchell loves school and I'm so happy that he does! Recess, like most other students, is his favorite part of the day. He's growing up so fast - I can't believe that he is in first grade. Here's pics of the big boy on his first day of first grade....&lt;br /&gt;Walking to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7vip4HmI/AAAAAAAAADw/_ZF92kWpRmk/s1600-h/IMG_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7vip4HmI/AAAAAAAAADw/_ZF92kWpRmk/s320/IMG_3738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367019437628595810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost there...Mitchell's classroom is at the end of a long hall...He asked why he had to walk sooooo far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7vyUTcJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KO8jr7Dy-C4/s1600-h/IMG_3739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7vyUTcJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KO8jr7Dy-C4/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367019441833078930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the door! His teacher, Mrs. Allen went with a frog theme. Very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7wVHDu0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iME24TnOSDk/s1600-h/IMG_3740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7wVHDu0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iME24TnOSDk/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367019451172764482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-5040230381258963492?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/5040230381258963492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=5040230381258963492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5040230381258963492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5040230381258963492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/08/mitchell-1st-grader-at-last.html' title='Mitchell, 1st Grader at Last'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Snt7vip4HmI/AAAAAAAAADw/_ZF92kWpRmk/s72-c/IMG_3738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-5513225962977994598</id><published>2009-08-01T15:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:44:36.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Today Marshal is 4 months old! I can't believe he is that old - the time has flown by. Marshal's little personality is starting to come out. He is such a sweet baby boy! Yesterday I was holding him and he was looking at me with his sweet eyes and just talking away. Of coarse he was just oohing and awing - but it was like we were carrying on a conversation. I think he was telling me what he had done this past week with Mymer (my mom). I went back to work this week and I'm so grateful that my mom keeps him for us!!! It makes my day easier knowing that he's in a place with love --- but I still miss him!! I also have to give a shout out to John - he wakes Marshal up and takes him to my mom each day. It is really nice because I not only get to sleep a little extra but Mitchell and I get some time for just the two of us. What can I say, I LOVE MY BOYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take pictures of Marshal to document him being four months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is that other baby in the mirror?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmrU7CM-I/AAAAAAAAADY/O3SUc1J1gEM/s1600-h/IMG_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmrU7CM-I/AAAAAAAAADY/O3SUc1J1gEM/s320/IMG_3711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365096319386006498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUG SHOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmryeYq0I/AAAAAAAAADg/f0ozla4N5DM/s1600-h/IMG_3714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmryeYq0I/AAAAAAAAADg/f0ozla4N5DM/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365096327318907714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's that sweet smile :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmsB20jcI/AAAAAAAAADo/DwZnQO8DNaw/s1600-h/IMG_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmsB20jcI/AAAAAAAAADo/DwZnQO8DNaw/s320/IMG_3718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365096331447930306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-5513225962977994598?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/5513225962977994598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=5513225962977994598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5513225962977994598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/5513225962977994598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SnSmrU7CM-I/AAAAAAAAADY/O3SUc1J1gEM/s72-c/IMG_3711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-2859874606581728017</id><published>2009-07-22T23:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:51:24.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish... A SHARK!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had a very busy weekend. John's uncle got married so went to Dalton, GA for the wedding. We decided to stay in Chattanooga, TN because we wanted to go to the aquarium and IMAX. We left around lunch and went straight to the aquarium. After waiting in line for about an hour for tickets we began our adventure through the two buildings. The first building features ocean creatures. I think that this was Mitchell's favorite. We started by "petting" sting rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell touching the sting ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfWYFQ4oKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6PB7JRauFOI/s1600-h/IMG_3602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfWYFQ4oKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6PB7JRauFOI/s320/IMG_3602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361489590626066594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we entered the butterfly room. There were butterflies every where! I personally enjoyed watching all the beautiful butterflies flutter by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfXbAbKJSI/AAAAAAAAACY/IIKL0MdRBP4/s1600-h/IMG_3612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfXbAbKJSI/AAAAAAAAACY/IIKL0MdRBP4/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361490740378215714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we saw some fish. There was a very large tank with many, many different kinds of fish. They were all ocean creatures. This was by far Mitchell's favorite part. This tank had several sharks in it. I think Mitchell would've stayed at that tank all day and watched the sharks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys enjoying the fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZoxKlbRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vAG5YPSmqQY/s1600-h/IMG_3619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZoxKlbRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vAG5YPSmqQY/s320/IMG_3619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493175823592722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal and me looking at all the fish. I think that he enjoyed looking at all the beautiful colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZoRYdE8I/AAAAAAAAACo/V7_odj1vcTs/s1600-h/IMG_3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZoRYdE8I/AAAAAAAAACo/V7_odj1vcTs/s320/IMG_3624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493167291831234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell looking for a shark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZn8mSi0I/AAAAAAAAACg/w1_thJNWBEE/s1600-h/IMG_3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZn8mSi0I/AAAAAAAAACg/w1_thJNWBEE/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493161712716610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO! There it is! (Think Jaws music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZonE-aLI/AAAAAAAAACw/EyIHNz6Lt9E/s1600-h/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfZonE-aLI/AAAAAAAAACw/EyIHNz6Lt9E/s320/IMG_3637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361493173115709618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking our time in the Ocean Journey building we visited the River Journey building. I think that this was John's favorite part. This building highlights river habitats around the world. John loved watching the trout. He wished he had his fishing pole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed the afternoon at the aquarium! I love the way that they've set the Tennessee Aquarium up. It is perfect for kids because you just follow the exhibits - most of the time you just zig-zag through. It is very stoller friendly! I actually think that I like it better than the Georgia Aquarium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note: We stayed in Chattanooga, TN at the Sheraton Read House. It is a great hotel!! We bid on it through priceline and got it for $47 a night (before fees). HALF PRICE!!! It was such a great hotel- it even has a Starbucks. The room seemed bigger than a normal hotel room. It is definately the place to stay in Chattanooga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post does seem to go on and on - but I can't forget about the wedding. It was very sweet and simple. Here are some pics from the reception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal had fun dancing with his mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfdceyDFPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v7aWN-FF9xk/s1600-h/IMG_3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfdceyDFPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/v7aWN-FF9xk/s320/IMG_3673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361497362776921330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I hanging out at the reception. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfdcAUWJBI/AAAAAAAAADI/3_fPxzr2mxQ/s1600-h/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfdcAUWJBI/AAAAAAAAADI/3_fPxzr2mxQ/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361497354599277586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitchell was the life of the party! Here he is break dancing! He thinks he's just like the Jonas Brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Smfdb2swoVI/AAAAAAAAADA/K_HEMfT63uE/s1600-h/IMG_3685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/Smfdb2swoVI/AAAAAAAAADA/K_HEMfT63uE/s320/IMG_3685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361497352017322322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-2859874606581728017?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/2859874606581728017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=2859874606581728017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/2859874606581728017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/2859874606581728017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish-blue-fish.html' title='One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish... A SHARK!!!!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmfWYFQ4oKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6PB7JRauFOI/s72-c/IMG_3602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-3044339669847200846</id><published>2009-07-21T21:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:23:43.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A First Time for Everything!</title><content type='html'>Just last week Marshal started turning over from his tummy to his back. It was crazy! I was letting him have some tummy time and he all of a sudden just rolled over. I kept rolling him back over and he would quickly return to his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of Marshal practicing rolling over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3e79gSeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ngqpjT7Cnik/s1600-h/IMG_3586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3e79gSeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ngqpjT7Cnik/s320/IMG_3586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361103779806595554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal says, "Hello Mr. Cow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3fFWpmVI/AAAAAAAAACA/rJ_0Ig5eOQc/s1600-h/IMG_3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3fFWpmVI/AAAAAAAAACA/rJ_0Ig5eOQc/s320/IMG_3580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361103782327982418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he finally rolls over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3fn50KcI/AAAAAAAAACI/DI5GNZ_9DPY/s1600-h/IMG_3576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3fn50KcI/AAAAAAAAACI/DI5GNZ_9DPY/s320/IMG_3576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361103791602280898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal has also moved from his cradle in our room to his "big boy" baby bed in his "big boy" room. I'm glad to say that he has made the transition nicely. Most of the time he will sleep until 6am. At that point I will feed him and then he will sleep until 9am. Its great right now because it allows me to sleep in a little. I'm not looking forward to next week when I start back to work and will have to stay up after his 6am feeding. He's growing up sooo fast!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-3044339669847200846?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/3044339669847200846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=3044339669847200846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3044339669847200846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3044339669847200846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s A First Time for Everything!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SmZ3e79gSeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ngqpjT7Cnik/s72-c/IMG_3586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-1461252100590155769</id><published>2009-07-10T23:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:32:46.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgD9BgZa4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oa7iw1zPrcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgD9BgZa4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oa7iw1zPrcQ/s320/IMG_0240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357036103668427650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we spent the day with my sister-in-law Kay, her 3 kids (Mary Helen, Andrew, and Jack), and my nieces (Lauren and Grayson). There were a total of seven kids to two adults. We started the day by having a "picnic" lunch at a nearby park. It was not a traditional picnic - we picked up Zaxby's. The weather was perfect - not too hot. After eating, the kids played some basketball and ran around the park. We then decided to continue the day at the pool. Kay's subdivision has a great pool with a child's pool and an awesome slide. The kids had so much fun!!! They played for almost 4 hours. (They should sleep really well tonight.) When they weren't swimming they were building tents with the pool chairs and towels. It was so cute. Some other kids saw their tents and also made an attempt to create their own. It was such a wonderful day. Marshal even got to join in on the fun. He swam and then took a nice long nap. He loves the pool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFW3R7X_I/AAAAAAAAABw/G4sUqfTNoUE/s1600-h/IMG_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFW3R7X_I/AAAAAAAAABw/G4sUqfTNoUE/s320/IMG_0251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357037647111610354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls enjoying the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFW4wiAdI/AAAAAAAAABo/2gcyjXnE69c/s1600-h/IMG_0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFW4wiAdI/AAAAAAAAABo/2gcyjXnE69c/s320/IMG_0249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357037647508406738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys building their tents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFWZ1PxSI/AAAAAAAAABg/1kNrINO_NRs/s1600-h/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFWZ1PxSI/AAAAAAAAABg/1kNrINO_NRs/s320/IMG_0246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357037639206683938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AWESOME slide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFWJoeq7I/AAAAAAAAABY/0MEaCmzVWMM/s1600-h/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgFWJoeq7I/AAAAAAAAABY/0MEaCmzVWMM/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357037634858167218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshal enjoying the pool with his cousin Mary Helen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great day! I enjoyed spending time with my sister-in-law Kay. It was great to have some adult conversations. The best part was watching the kids play enjoy being together. I hope that they will always be close and will remember growing up and making such wonderful memories with their cousins. I hope there will be many more days like today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-1461252100590155769?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/1461252100590155769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=1461252100590155769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/1461252100590155769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/1461252100590155769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-with-cousins.html' title='Playing with Cousins'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlgD9BgZa4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oa7iw1zPrcQ/s72-c/IMG_0240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588092017331267109.post-3252861172770677881</id><published>2009-07-07T23:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:55:46.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>What can I say - I've been inspired! I started reading a friend's blog recently (Brittany) and have been encouraged to start my own blog. I love how blogs can document every day life. I think that this will be a great way to share with family and friends about my family. I have been married for almost 7 years to John. Together we have two handsome sons - Mitchell and Marshal. Mitchell is 6 and Marshal is 3 months old. Although I consider myself creative the whole scrapbooking thing has not worked out. In fact I think that Mitchell has a total of 3 pages in his scrapbook (its really sad!) Hopefully this blog will become like a scrapbook for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to get Marshal's 3 month pictures made. Look for a post soon on how those go. With a 3 month old there is no telling what you will get!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8588092017331267109-3252861172770677881?l=preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/feeds/3252861172770677881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8588092017331267109&amp;postID=3252861172770677881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3252861172770677881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8588092017331267109/posts/default/3252861172770677881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preparetobehumbled.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11344257762267985980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ljjd5S8nLZ8/SlQRuAMPM6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Noxko5V9nH4/S220/IMG_3376.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
