<?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-28634436</id><updated>2012-01-05T12:54:36.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of a Working Mom...</title><subtitle type='html'>The wonders and mishaps of life and my interpretations of them as we try to make the best of the hand we have been dealt...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8562035165106644026</id><published>2012-01-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:05:26.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fbGUaG1u0M/TwXTB_QuFuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/GnLPGCef8MM/s1600/November+2011+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fbGUaG1u0M/TwXTB_QuFuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/GnLPGCef8MM/s320/November+2011+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP34AUqiXRM/TwXTw2FXWTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SgwTW07V8CU/s1600/November+2011+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IP34AUqiXRM/TwXTw2FXWTI/AAAAAAAAAaM/SgwTW07V8CU/s320/November+2011+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8anLy1lkwI/TwXT3mnH6cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Npqw7y1Fbi8/s1600/November+2011+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8anLy1lkwI/TwXT3mnH6cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Npqw7y1Fbi8/s320/November+2011+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four generations&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDwzAN66JQM/TwXS9oXAD4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7w98qJz6Fak/s1600/November+2011+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDwzAN66JQM/TwXS9oXAD4I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7w98qJz6Fak/s320/November+2011+019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was my attempt at trying to get everyone in a picture together.&amp;nbsp; It did not work out quite like I had wanted but it is better than nothing.&amp;nbsp; At least we have the kids in Christmasy clothes since I didn't get to have them wear them at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We had a huge malfunction in planning which resulted in me and the younger two missing Christmas Eve service and getting stranded at my in-laws until Rusty could come pick us up.&amp;nbsp; We had a good Christmas with both sides of the family.&amp;nbsp; We did absolutely nothing to celebrate the new year other than watch New York festivities and the Rose Parade.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have been happier.&amp;nbsp; I have to say that I was not sorry to see 2011 go and for 2012 to start.&amp;nbsp; 2011 was a year of financial struggle like no other year, Rusty being in school, wrecking the van and have various other vehicles die on us, Rusty's sister and family moving to Texas, and Rusty's grandfather passing away right before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Our hopes for the new year is for Rusty to graduate and find a wonderful job, get our debt paid down, and be able to travel and see people again.&amp;nbsp; The things that I am thankful for always no matter what the year is like is my wonderful husband, children, and family.&amp;nbsp; That we have a roof over our head and food to eat.&amp;nbsp; We have a church family that supports us and we have a God that loves us more than we can ever begin to grasp.&amp;nbsp; Happy New Year everybody.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8562035165106644026?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8562035165106644026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8562035165106644026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8562035165106644026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8562035165106644026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2fbGUaG1u0M/TwXTB_QuFuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/GnLPGCef8MM/s72-c/November+2011+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6059044425498439955</id><published>2012-01-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:53:38.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JT 19-20 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qk4ZIv2F48A/TwXFSHqh6QI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7TQGK9OhElU/s1600/November+2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qk4ZIv2F48A/TwXFSHqh6QI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7TQGK9OhElU/s320/November+2011+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz61oazJP0Y/TwXFVr6ICyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0VtATn7W_Pg/s1600/November+2011+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz61oazJP0Y/TwXFVr6ICyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0VtATn7W_Pg/s320/November+2011+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go Broncos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7ADzJFArEY/TwXFYK7fWmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fSbMNHFjtag/s1600/November+2011+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7ADzJFArEY/TwXFYK7fWmI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fSbMNHFjtag/s320/November+2011+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing brothers camo coat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6zCDLVOh68/TwXFezFdUtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/m9Ok-TNiFWY/s1600/November+2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6zCDLVOh68/TwXFezFdUtI/AAAAAAAAAYI/m9Ok-TNiFWY/s320/November+2011+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLsVvMlOnCs/TwXFneLgQrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IChC2dPp9KM/s1600/November+2011+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLsVvMlOnCs/TwXFneLgQrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IChC2dPp9KM/s320/November+2011+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VawE_iBp-HI/TwXFqTpJCYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/D1zvCe7HgAs/s1600/November+2011+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VawE_iBp-HI/TwXFqTpJCYI/AAAAAAAAAYY/D1zvCe7HgAs/s320/November+2011+024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pic with brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7KkwMqsfdw/TwXFscX8z9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/5XbSpkmK25g/s1600/November-December+2011+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7KkwMqsfdw/TwXFscX8z9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/5XbSpkmK25g/s320/November-December+2011+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aI3x51i29U/TwXFwRKu99I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0Pzss0UBO9o/s1600/November-December+2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aI3x51i29U/TwXFwRKu99I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0Pzss0UBO9o/s320/November-December+2011+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMWZh0wwE2E/TwXFyVELJaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3KeB2DhjaO0/s1600/November-December+2011+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iMWZh0wwE2E/TwXFyVELJaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3KeB2DhjaO0/s320/November-December+2011+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jb9peEVWvs/TwXF3pySt2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/SqI0OKH3Gvw/s1600/November-December+2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jb9peEVWvs/TwXF3pySt2I/AAAAAAAAAY4/SqI0OKH3Gvw/s320/November-December+2011+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flying his airplane&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_D3EAO-xmI/TwXF73yrmnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bketfmavcIc/s1600/November-December+2011+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_D3EAO-xmI/TwXF73yrmnI/AAAAAAAAAZA/bketfmavcIc/s320/November-December+2011+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves balls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jg6AZBeWN_g/TwXGD5mZa0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/wNEEeic4rbk/s1600/November-December+2011+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jg6AZBeWN_g/TwXGD5mZa0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/wNEEeic4rbk/s320/November-December+2011+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The neat toy from Grandma Karen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6_Tf1Kljqk/TwXGGbRodTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yZ12579T1M8/s1600/November-December+2011+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6_Tf1Kljqk/TwXGGbRodTI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/yZ12579T1M8/s320/November-December+2011+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Loves playing with his brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PB7_GCIL3M/TwXGI-at7yI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uhr4n234axc/s1600/November-December+2011+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PB7_GCIL3M/TwXGI-at7yI/AAAAAAAAAZY/uhr4n234axc/s320/November-December+2011+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the laundry basket that he emptied in his room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3DzNltrDqs/TwXGK3eyodI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aC0lZGTmLQk/s1600/November-December+2011+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3DzNltrDqs/TwXGK3eyodI/AAAAAAAAAZg/aC0lZGTmLQk/s320/November-December+2011+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice the turned up carpet (the underside is much more fun to play on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JT is going on 21 months now.&amp;nbsp; He is talking more and more.&amp;nbsp; His cutest is saying please.&amp;nbsp; He is exerting his independence which translates into major meltdowns.&amp;nbsp; I just can't believe that he would be stubborn (wink, wink).&amp;nbsp; He loves his big brother and his baby sister.&amp;nbsp; The other cute word that he says is baby.&amp;nbsp; He loves to give her loves and kisses.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately he is much too quick to get a picture of it and won't do it when it is staged :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6059044425498439955?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6059044425498439955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6059044425498439955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6059044425498439955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6059044425498439955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2012/01/jt-19-20-months.html' title='JT 19-20 months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qk4ZIv2F48A/TwXFSHqh6QI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7TQGK9OhElU/s72-c/November+2011+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1023978064424921896</id><published>2012-01-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:43:15.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna 2-3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NI4l8g5ahK4/TwXCprfzX9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LeXCAPFuP-E/s1600/November+2011+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NI4l8g5ahK4/TwXCprfzX9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LeXCAPFuP-E/s320/November+2011+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szkgxACMy5E/TwXCxTxmeiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dpqx-QYeGpY/s1600/November+2011+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szkgxACMy5E/TwXCxTxmeiI/AAAAAAAAAWM/dpqx-QYeGpY/s320/November+2011+023.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk3OzGSqt5U/TwXC1C8Ko4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ebIr7NpQ2L8/s1600/November+2011+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vk3OzGSqt5U/TwXC1C8Ko4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ebIr7NpQ2L8/s320/November+2011+030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Brother Blake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_vEBzeqj4g/TwXC4Qy8DLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I4Y9Xmo3Iyg/s1600/November+2011+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_vEBzeqj4g/TwXC4Qy8DLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/I4Y9Xmo3Iyg/s320/November+2011+031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only way to have a picture with the two youngest&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTmW7aejwN0/TwXC-1YVoYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NE1-IuhWykE/s1600/November-December+2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTmW7aejwN0/TwXC-1YVoYI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NE1-IuhWykE/s320/November-December+2011+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing my cute jacket and baret&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO2Vu6RZYFA/TwXDG6B7x9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Dnh7QnSsMGQ/s1600/November-December+2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GO2Vu6RZYFA/TwXDG6B7x9I/AAAAAAAAAWs/Dnh7QnSsMGQ/s320/November-December+2011+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tummy time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnNHRbxI_tk/TwXDLnmURfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/tA4KMbawMgU/s1600/November-December+2011+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnNHRbxI_tk/TwXDLnmURfI/AAAAAAAAAW0/tA4KMbawMgU/s320/November-December+2011+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presents from Santa- Christmas 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdNY-9sJhGg/TwXDQ2P_41I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8I49D-M2arM/s1600/November-December+2011+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdNY-9sJhGg/TwXDQ2P_41I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8I49D-M2arM/s320/November-December+2011+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smile at Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAGYODWNlCA/TwXDYIkJCeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ODcse20YS7o/s1600/November-December+2011+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAGYODWNlCA/TwXDYIkJCeI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ODcse20YS7o/s320/November-December+2011+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_BARjmwnk/TwXDbfbCUvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SBcfxI-jtyc/s1600/November-December+2011+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_BARjmwnk/TwXDbfbCUvI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SBcfxI-jtyc/s320/November-December+2011+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy making me laugh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaH0J_fdbRE/TwXDdEoTzlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HNUac5Uj4Os/s1600/November-December+2011+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaH0J_fdbRE/TwXDdEoTzlI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HNUac5Uj4Os/s320/November-December+2011+043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k3hq0FfpSY/TwXDflSfo0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/UZ1GFHgqBSs/s1600/November-December+2011+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k3hq0FfpSY/TwXDflSfo0I/AAAAAAAAAXc/UZ1GFHgqBSs/s320/November-December+2011+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Great Grandma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjhL1XQjot4/TwXDhhL9CGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5f7UVQV0gf4/s1600/November-December+2011+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjhL1XQjot4/TwXDhhL9CGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5f7UVQV0gf4/s320/November-December+2011+046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A shout out to my aunties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Little miss Anna is 3 months old now.&amp;nbsp; She is growing fast, fast, fast.&amp;nbsp; She is already into her 3-6 months clothes.&amp;nbsp; She is a smiley, happy baby.&amp;nbsp; She will even giggle some.&amp;nbsp; She is cooing and making lots of sounds now.&amp;nbsp; She is a glorious sleeper and is sleeping through the night.&amp;nbsp; She is mellow and goes with the flow.&amp;nbsp; She enjoys watching her brothers play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1023978064424921896?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1023978064424921896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1023978064424921896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1023978064424921896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1023978064424921896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2012/01/anna-2-3-months.html' title='Anna 2-3 months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NI4l8g5ahK4/TwXCprfzX9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/LeXCAPFuP-E/s72-c/November+2011+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-172749178267770281</id><published>2011-11-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:02:25.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JT 17-19 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfneTd8AZhE/TsLQtR6_cKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Mn1Y1lbYi20/s1600/Sept-November+2011+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfneTd8AZhE/TsLQtR6_cKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Mn1Y1lbYi20/s320/Sept-November+2011+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating with mama at the hospital after sister was born&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMpZb8DJjHc/TsLQvUch8lI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QZvnPtwRH_M/s1600/Sept-November+2011+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VMpZb8DJjHc/TsLQvUch8lI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QZvnPtwRH_M/s320/Sept-November+2011+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA4ipHKmVbc/TsLQyaQCXrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3ZkbYEIpzvI/s1600/Sept-November+2011+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iA4ipHKmVbc/TsLQyaQCXrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3ZkbYEIpzvI/s320/Sept-November+2011+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First haircut at the Barber&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLzdWqFKgAw/TsLQ3UZ0aZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/L5QroIXvQ3o/s1600/Sept-November+2011+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vLzdWqFKgAw/TsLQ3UZ0aZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/L5QroIXvQ3o/s320/Sept-November+2011+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like a little boy with his new haircut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaSCsLEacGo/TsLQ6agOWXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JDa9rCADE9c/s1600/Sept-November+2011+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaSCsLEacGo/TsLQ6agOWXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JDa9rCADE9c/s320/Sept-November+2011+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Painting his first pumpkin with daddy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOB74Lx1C8w/TsLQ96zEfEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dxOIRetVF5o/s1600/Sept-November+2011+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oOB74Lx1C8w/TsLQ96zEfEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dxOIRetVF5o/s320/Sept-November+2011+037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2qhnht2tX8/TsLRDdssbWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K9lD5RBGBHk/s1600/Sept-November+2011+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l2qhnht2tX8/TsLRDdssbWI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K9lD5RBGBHk/s320/Sept-November+2011+041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the bounty that was shot out of the cannons at pumkin chunkin'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-gpQNNVY6g/TsLRG1BOyhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ym57n4dbulI/s1600/Sept-November+2011+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-gpQNNVY6g/TsLRG1BOyhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ym57n4dbulI/s320/Sept-November+2011+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going with dad to find his first pumpkin in the patch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWU4QA3fC4Y/TsLRKUWbHZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JSoDtKUW6GQ/s1600/Sept-November+2011+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qWU4QA3fC4Y/TsLRKUWbHZI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/JSoDtKUW6GQ/s320/Sept-November+2011+047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pointing to the helicoptor (which was much more interesting than pumpkins)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pQOs_mK3pc/TsLRQKL9vGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0Os7kAklmVI/s1600/Sept-November+2011+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_pQOs_mK3pc/TsLRQKL9vGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/0Os7kAklmVI/s320/Sept-November+2011+048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yosIKGW66XU/TsLRS-aU-7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/0yqX2MEI08c/s1600/Sept-November+2011+054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yosIKGW66XU/TsLRS-aU-7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/0yqX2MEI08c/s320/Sept-November+2011+054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGPq7frJbzY/TsLRYIsAAVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6xE9temGXxg/s1600/Sept-November+2011+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGPq7frJbzY/TsLRYIsAAVI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6xE9temGXxg/s320/Sept-November+2011+058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family pic at the pumkin patch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqY7--eQvbg/TsLRadpt8xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/FEB5fPry17c/s1600/Sept-November+2011+060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqY7--eQvbg/TsLRadpt8xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/FEB5fPry17c/s320/Sept-November+2011+060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween 2011- Duck commanders aka duck hunters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9xJEIsDQL0/TsLRdHXFH9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KEciaHF9wI8/s1600/Sept-November+2011+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9xJEIsDQL0/TsLRdHXFH9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KEciaHF9wI8/s320/Sept-November+2011+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sporting the first footy pajamas for the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JT is getting big fast.&amp;nbsp; I swear in the last month he has gone from 12 month sizes to 2T.&amp;nbsp; He is as busy as ever and learning more words.&amp;nbsp; He has started to mimic things more and can do a pretty darn good elk call.&amp;nbsp; He has started dancing more to music and is just comprehending more and more.&amp;nbsp; He is adjusting to having his sister fairly well but gets upset when he just can't crawl into mommy's lap when he feels like it.&amp;nbsp; I think he just keeps getting cuter and cuter.&amp;nbsp; He is becoming Daddy's boy and is most happy when he is outside and running around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-172749178267770281?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/172749178267770281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=172749178267770281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/172749178267770281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/172749178267770281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/11/jt-17-19-months.html' title='JT 17-19 months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EfneTd8AZhE/TsLQtR6_cKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Mn1Y1lbYi20/s72-c/Sept-November+2011+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2876100849696389612</id><published>2011-11-15T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:50:17.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Lynn Ickes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBTQljhbNlY/TsLPbjclLnI/AAAAAAAAATY/wm7nlHr3w00/s1600/Sept-November+2011+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBTQljhbNlY/TsLPbjclLnI/AAAAAAAAATY/wm7nlHr3w00/s320/Sept-November+2011+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ0TCAdPRBg/TsLPniXZnqI/AAAAAAAAATg/3JQHaFNBLPU/s1600/Sept-November+2011+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ0TCAdPRBg/TsLPniXZnqI/AAAAAAAAATg/3JQHaFNBLPU/s320/Sept-November+2011+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hJ7Hjye4fs/TsLPpeFJeGI/AAAAAAAAATo/485EH9NcJng/s1600/Sept-November+2011+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hJ7Hjye4fs/TsLPpeFJeGI/AAAAAAAAATo/485EH9NcJng/s320/Sept-November+2011+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First bath&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEv3RxpJVl4/TsLPvOxFNRI/AAAAAAAAATw/OcHg7llZ6R8/s1600/Sept-November+2011+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pEv3RxpJVl4/TsLPvOxFNRI/AAAAAAAAATw/OcHg7llZ6R8/s320/Sept-November+2011+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute outfit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU12nSEW1xc/TsLPyMnFBcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/V4OmoIdI4yc/s1600/Sept-November+2011+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DU12nSEW1xc/TsLPyMnFBcI/AAAAAAAAAT4/V4OmoIdI4yc/s320/Sept-November+2011+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qg2Frxabaw/TsLP6mp69NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EFlM_eeKG-c/s1600/Sept-November+2011+042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8qg2Frxabaw/TsLP6mp69NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EFlM_eeKG-c/s320/Sept-November+2011+042.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First experience at pumpkin chunkin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyxSAf9lOjg/TsLQB2VOqtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8JZH_2gA5ws/s1600/Sept-November+2011+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyxSAf9lOjg/TsLQB2VOqtI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8JZH_2gA5ws/s320/Sept-November+2011+063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2876100849696389612?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2876100849696389612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2876100849696389612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2876100849696389612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2876100849696389612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/11/anna-lynn-ickes.html' title='Anna Lynn Ickes'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBTQljhbNlY/TsLPbjclLnI/AAAAAAAAATY/wm7nlHr3w00/s72-c/Sept-November+2011+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7310354809250540277</id><published>2011-11-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:43:20.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's story</title><content type='html'>We welcomed Anna Lynn Ickes into the world Sept. 28, 2011.&amp;nbsp; Her birth story is much different than her brother's.&amp;nbsp; We thought that we were going to have her much earlier b/c I was dialated to three by 37 weeks but she kept hanging on and at around 38 weeks I was dialated to four almost five.&amp;nbsp; So we decided to induce me that next week on the 28th.&amp;nbsp; We get everything situated and head to Grand Junction to the hospital to get things started but on the way there I start noticing little contractions but I had had those before.&amp;nbsp; So we get all checked in and they put me on the monitor and I was actually having fairly consistant contraction.&amp;nbsp; Then my midwife came and she checked me and I was dialated to almost six and so by the grace of God I did not have to get induced.&amp;nbsp; So we let things progress until noon and my midwife came back to check on me and broke my water.&amp;nbsp; I was almost to an eight at that time without having serious contractions.&amp;nbsp; Well after my water was broke things kicked into gear and my contractions started getting more intense and around three hours later and four pushes little Anna came into this world at 8 pounds 3 ounces and 20 inches.&amp;nbsp; It was the perfect birth in my opinion.&amp;nbsp; I didn't need any interventions except to break my water and no medications were used.&amp;nbsp; This was a far cry from 30 hours of labor and three hours of pushing for JT with a DNC added on at the end. I firmly believe that going to the chiropractor throughout this pregnancy made a huge difference and chasing a toddler kept me in shape.&amp;nbsp; My wonderful husband and my doula were fantastic support.&amp;nbsp; My mom and dad were able to be at the hospital with me.&amp;nbsp; Rusty's parents had JT duty and he faired well.&amp;nbsp; That was the longest we had ever been away from him and that was hard.&amp;nbsp; I think harder on us than on him.&amp;nbsp; He was pretty oblivious to the whole process.&amp;nbsp; It took a couple of weeks before he realized that there was another person in the house.&amp;nbsp; He now likes to pat her on the head and give her loves.&amp;nbsp; He also likes to point out her eyes, nose, and mouth which translates into his finger in her eye, nose and mouth :)&amp;nbsp; I would definately agree with those that say that going from one to two is a big transition and challenging when they both are so little but I love them both and think that they are wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7310354809250540277?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7310354809250540277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7310354809250540277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7310354809250540277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7310354809250540277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/11/annas-story.html' title='Anna&apos;s story'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-3682958356817710098</id><published>2011-08-29T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:06:43.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 and 16 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpo8lQWBuLQ/Tlv3s0UiwlI/AAAAAAAAASw/sWhXfmIzJLY/s1600/15+and+16+months+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpo8lQWBuLQ/Tlv3s0UiwlI/AAAAAAAAASw/sWhXfmIzJLY/s320/15+and+16+months+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practicing my duck calls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PABBBHAjbZk/Tlv34XD-MQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/c6r6cbkzYA0/s1600/15+and+16+months+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PABBBHAjbZk/Tlv34XD-MQI/AAAAAAAAAS0/c6r6cbkzYA0/s320/15+and+16+months+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family pic before we head to our friend's wedding&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrNjeTpRO-o/Tlv4HPaasrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q_14vsqfHoY/s1600/15+and+16+months+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OrNjeTpRO-o/Tlv4HPaasrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/q_14vsqfHoY/s320/15+and+16+months+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing in the pool for the first time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WW8knlJOzXM/Tlv4Pw9AZEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3Jv8YWr3ow0/s1600/15+and+16+months+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WW8knlJOzXM/Tlv4Pw9AZEI/AAAAAAAAAS8/3Jv8YWr3ow0/s320/15+and+16+months+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having some sprinkler fun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQgReJ9XEtk/Tlv4bH2urmI/AAAAAAAAATA/xMyb7Oy07v8/s1600/15+and+16+months+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQgReJ9XEtk/Tlv4bH2urmI/AAAAAAAAATA/xMyb7Oy07v8/s320/15+and+16+months+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just being cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZI83SxJIc0/Tlv4kaqCvBI/AAAAAAAAATE/61gnlOQTiXI/s1600/15+and+16+months+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZI83SxJIc0/Tlv4kaqCvBI/AAAAAAAAATE/61gnlOQTiXI/s320/15+and+16+months+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time in a big pool and it was freezing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYU2qHC5pdI/Tlv4uO9SNII/AAAAAAAAATI/aQGFvFxtNlE/s1600/15+and+16+months+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYU2qHC5pdI/Tlv4uO9SNII/AAAAAAAAATI/aQGFvFxtNlE/s320/15+and+16+months+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrapped up in Grandma's towel to warm up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgBny_-LULc/Tlv43K7PmHI/AAAAAAAAATM/0O5Zgkik9qU/s1600/15+and+16+months+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgBny_-LULc/Tlv43K7PmHI/AAAAAAAAATM/0O5Zgkik9qU/s320/15+and+16+months+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having fun at the Rockies game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ALNdM_G3fE/Tlv5BiAXGxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Wfr7f6AAENc/s1600/15+and+16+months+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ALNdM_G3fE/Tlv5BiAXGxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Wfr7f6AAENc/s320/15+and+16+months+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired and wanting to run around at the Rockies game (ps Rusty has a mouth full of sunflower seeds.&amp;nbsp; He has not been beat up)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFk6XAqX7L0/Tlv5KX8pwAI/AAAAAAAAATU/6aynO6SWi10/s1600/15+and+16+months+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFk6XAqX7L0/Tlv5KX8pwAI/AAAAAAAAATU/6aynO6SWi10/s320/15+and+16+months+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom found me in my chair reading to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last two months have flown by.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully JT found my camera so that I could download these pictures.&amp;nbsp; He is growing and just mastering more things.&amp;nbsp; His favorite thing at this time is climbing on stuff and doing stunts.&amp;nbsp; He has already attempted trick riding on the rocking horse (can anyone say Rusty's son :))&amp;nbsp; He is starting to say more words.&amp;nbsp; He will say truck, milk, water, and bottle.&amp;nbsp; He will also pant and woof when he sees dogs.&amp;nbsp; He has been spending more time with Rusty's parents preparing him to be away from Mom and Dad when the baby comes and has done a couple of overnights.&amp;nbsp; He had another MRI done on his back on 8/19.&amp;nbsp; The results were not what we had hoped for.&amp;nbsp; It does look like his little birthmark has tethered to his spine and looks like there will be a surgery in our future but not anytime soon.&amp;nbsp; We are hoping to get all the doctors bill paid off from the birth and MRI before we accrue anymore.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have five more weeks before our little girl makes her appearance.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping that she comes early but not too early.&amp;nbsp; Rusty is over half way in his school and was put in the Honor Society by his school b/c he is doing so well.&amp;nbsp; Blake started back to school as a big 2nd grader and will be turning 8 next month.&amp;nbsp; Time really does fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-3682958356817710098?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/3682958356817710098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=3682958356817710098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/3682958356817710098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/3682958356817710098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/08/15-and-16-months.html' title='15 and 16 months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dpo8lQWBuLQ/Tlv3s0UiwlI/AAAAAAAAASw/sWhXfmIzJLY/s72-c/15+and+16+months+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6596897443912120220</id><published>2011-07-28T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:03:57.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>Today is Rusty and my four year anniversary.&amp;nbsp; Looking back over these last four years it has gone quickly but yet so much has happened that you think it has been way longer than four years.&amp;nbsp; We have been through a lot in the last four years.&amp;nbsp; We moved into our first home.&amp;nbsp; Rusty has been laid off two times in the last four years and had like four different jobs before stopping and going back to school.&amp;nbsp; We have had six pregnancies with one beautiful baby and one on the way.&amp;nbsp; We have remodeled a part of house pretty much every year since we have been married.&amp;nbsp; There has been extended family drama and our own ups and downs.&amp;nbsp; We have had cars break down and cars wrecked and replacements for them.&amp;nbsp; We have lost family to death and had several births in the family.&amp;nbsp; I have changed positions at my job twice in the last four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just been thinking that there is a lot of life that can happen in a short period of time.&amp;nbsp; I think about all of it and how we have made it through and we still like each other.&amp;nbsp; We still get along really well and appreciate each other strengths and give grace to each others weaknesses.&amp;nbsp; I know that if it were not for our faith in God and the unswerving belief that He has our back and is taking care of us we would have sunk.&amp;nbsp; We would not have had the strength to keep going and working to keep our head above water.&amp;nbsp; We would not have made it if it weren't for the support of our families and our friends and helping us to meet our needs in a variety of ways.&amp;nbsp; No matter how you look at it.&amp;nbsp; You can not do life alone.&amp;nbsp; You can't make it without being able to let others know what is going on and being willing to ask for help.&amp;nbsp; You also cannot make it without being willing to help others even when you have your own needs.&amp;nbsp; It takes reciprocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just feeling really appreciative today for the God I adore, for my husband that is working so hard to be a good husband, father, and provider for his family, and for our family and friends that continue to be an invaluable support to us.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; I don't have any recent pictures of J.T. b/c I can't find my camera.&amp;nbsp; We are currently trying to cut a bunch of teeth and so he is not at his best.&amp;nbsp; I hate it when they don't feel good but he is growing and becoming quite the little boy. He is busy like his father and independent like his mother :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6596897443912120220?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6596897443912120220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6596897443912120220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6596897443912120220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6596897443912120220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/07/anniversaries.html' title='Anniversaries'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6066889748144475878</id><published>2011-06-15T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:20:07.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>13 and 14 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wySVKfQv-40/TfjiNjplFFI/AAAAAAAAASI/SFDyNWTa1OI/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wySVKfQv-40/TfjiNjplFFI/AAAAAAAAASI/SFDyNWTa1OI/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+001.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;13 months old (trying to type on the computer)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJls_lFOLJY/TfjigLRAU5I/AAAAAAAAASM/3FQUwXjc2aM/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AJls_lFOLJY/TfjigLRAU5I/AAAAAAAAASM/3FQUwXjc2aM/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+002.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my baths&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUF8rgC61CI/Tfji2ULms5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/x-04MPdKABM/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUF8rgC61CI/Tfji2ULms5I/AAAAAAAAASQ/x-04MPdKABM/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+006.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Easter 2010- digging into my Easter basket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDMFnGUEkEM/TfjjDTvtOnI/AAAAAAAAASU/TXSM7_NuGLc/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wDMFnGUEkEM/TfjjDTvtOnI/AAAAAAAAASU/TXSM7_NuGLc/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+009.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I drive my cars (add car noises)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZALFv8wzc8/TfjjP-P72GI/AAAAAAAAASY/SLtZoqaFGoU/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZALFv8wzc8/TfjjP-P72GI/AAAAAAAAASY/SLtZoqaFGoU/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+011.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a hold of a roll of papertowel (damage done in about 5 minutes)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlGqWZGJNBM/TfjjbCMMUOI/AAAAAAAAASc/OfFmOfFbWCA/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlGqWZGJNBM/TfjjbCMMUOI/AAAAAAAAASc/OfFmOfFbWCA/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+012.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family trip to the Denver Zoo (first time for JT, Blake and Rusty)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlDZ2lFGdBA/Tfjjm05YpHI/AAAAAAAAASg/Hxkdi_UeSao/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlDZ2lFGdBA/Tfjjm05YpHI/AAAAAAAAASg/Hxkdi_UeSao/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+016.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First haircut (unsure of what I think about this)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Svf4YYU152g/Tfjjy2uH99I/AAAAAAAAASk/-nr8rzfw79k/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Svf4YYU152g/Tfjjy2uH99I/AAAAAAAAASk/-nr8rzfw79k/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+059.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decided that I was having a good time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8qpswRQbjE/Tfjj_E9KQUI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y1PC5QdqUWI/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x8qpswRQbjE/Tfjj_E9KQUI/AAAAAAAAASo/Y1PC5QdqUWI/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+065.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 months old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3dCad9DX3Po/TfjkLKh3d3I/AAAAAAAAASs/8U22wMuhHfc/s1600/JT+13+and+14+months+067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3dCad9DX3Po/TfjkLKh3d3I/AAAAAAAAASs/8U22wMuhHfc/s320/JT+13+and+14+months+067.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avoiding walking for mommy and knowing I am cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realized that I have been neglecting my duties and gotten behind.&amp;nbsp; Much has happened in the last several months.&amp;nbsp; The big milestones that we are excited to announce is that J.T. started walking on June 10th.&amp;nbsp; He of course started walking at daycare and does it sparingly at home.&amp;nbsp; He would much rather have mommy's finger and have her walk with him :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He can say kitty and has siren noises perfected.&amp;nbsp; He will wave by-bye to his daddy and say by-by dad (well kind of).&amp;nbsp; He has started clapping and saying yay and blowing kisses.&amp;nbsp; He is also perfecting having fits (which his mother is not thrilled about).&amp;nbsp; He is not afraid to let you know when he is displeased with something.&amp;nbsp; He also is perfecting the "my heart is broken b/c you told me no" look and cry loudly.&amp;nbsp; In the last two months, he had to change daycares and that was sad but he seems to be adjusting well.&amp;nbsp; He has gone through periods of only wanting mommy and here lately has had periods when he only wanted daddy (which was really cute and made Rusty feel like a million dollars).&amp;nbsp; The end of May, we got to go to Denver and see my mom and go to the Denver Zoo and also attend a wedding of old friends from my hometown.&amp;nbsp; Both boys did great traveling.&amp;nbsp; Also in May, we got to go to Durango for a short visit but unfortunately I did not take any pictures of that excursion.&amp;nbsp; Other news, is that Rusty had a close call.&amp;nbsp; He was driving home from Grand Junction late and fell asleep at the wheel.&amp;nbsp; He rolled the van twice and was so fortunate to not even have a scratch or bruise on him.&amp;nbsp; The police officer said that if he hadn't had his seatbelt on that he would most likely have been killed b/c the passenger side door came open.&amp;nbsp; So needless to say the van is totaled but that is really immaterial compared to the alternative.&amp;nbsp; We were fortunate to buy a little commuter car from a co-worker of my mine that Rusty is really enjoying b/c it has a bike rack on the top.&amp;nbsp; We are also trying to get my little Ford Focus up and running again so that we can park the Bronco and save on some gas.&amp;nbsp; We are enjoying the summer season.&amp;nbsp; Blake is doing coach pitch softball and also started in Cub Scouts.&amp;nbsp; So he and Rusty are getting to spend more time together and enjoying themselves.&amp;nbsp; I am enjoying having my mom here for the summer and hanging out with her when we can.&amp;nbsp; Anna is growing bigger and bigger.&amp;nbsp; We got results from the amniocentesis and everything looks good.&amp;nbsp; She does have the balanced translocation like I do but that only means she might have some difficulty with miscarriages when she gets older like her mommy.&amp;nbsp; I am at 24 weeks and this pregnancy seems to be going quicker and I am feeling really good.&amp;nbsp; I think that is the long and the short of what is going on up to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6066889748144475878?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6066889748144475878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6066889748144475878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6066889748144475878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6066889748144475878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-and-14-months.html' title='13 and 14 months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wySVKfQv-40/TfjiNjplFFI/AAAAAAAAASI/SFDyNWTa1OI/s72-c/JT+13+and+14+months+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4537999500754169098</id><published>2011-04-20T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:26:58.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is One Year Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXtj7KaL0tQ/Ta72pgwr_hI/AAAAAAAAARk/Zkf3FOxSS7E/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXtj7KaL0tQ/Ta72pgwr_hI/AAAAAAAAARk/Zkf3FOxSS7E/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fist birthday cake before&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu_sFxi25zo/Ta723x43OiI/AAAAAAAAARo/BqLnNw_IxMo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu_sFxi25zo/Ta723x43OiI/AAAAAAAAARo/BqLnNw_IxMo/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;During&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDsW2iS0EsY/Ta73GjMojsI/AAAAAAAAARs/7g4go432r9Y/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GDsW2iS0EsY/Ta73GjMojsI/AAAAAAAAARs/7g4go432r9Y/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the aftermath&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6w151ImuBRE/Ta73URoV8JI/AAAAAAAAARw/LgGKGh9cPg8/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6w151ImuBRE/Ta73URoV8JI/AAAAAAAAARw/LgGKGh9cPg8/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready for his party at Rusty's parent's house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-jJbLE6eoE/Ta73fnluklI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8ys8ITVHGyU/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6-jJbLE6eoE/Ta73fnluklI/AAAAAAAAAR0/8ys8ITVHGyU/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opening b-day presents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx_5W9qX8e8/Ta73ryviuOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vXvFwSoA_3w/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kx_5W9qX8e8/Ta73ryviuOI/AAAAAAAAAR4/vXvFwSoA_3w/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much less interested in this cake then the last one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTWRcHEv0c4/Ta733WzWDHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aX8DOUOvzvU/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTWRcHEv0c4/Ta733WzWDHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/aX8DOUOvzvU/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first attempt at making the birthday cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRzakH6U8HQ/Ta74Bi4CkJI/AAAAAAAAASA/neOecdU1ols/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vRzakH6U8HQ/Ta74Bi4CkJI/AAAAAAAAASA/neOecdU1ols/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a cruise in my new car&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5VgK2RrPlg/Ta74LtuCMgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ndadb67oPl8/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e5VgK2RrPlg/Ta74LtuCMgI/AAAAAAAAASE/Ndadb67oPl8/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Driving along in my automobile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well my baby in now one year old.&amp;nbsp; He enjoyed his first birthday cake on his birthday.&amp;nbsp; The next day though he got the flu and so did not get to enjoy his other birthday cake.&amp;nbsp; He is not walking yet but likes to walk things and prefers to climb up on things rather than sit around.&amp;nbsp; He is saying "uh-oh" and makes siren noises when he is playing with a police car at daycare.&amp;nbsp; He is perfecting his fit throwing (not so impressive) but at least is responding to no (rather than smiling and continuing to do what he is not supposed to).&amp;nbsp; He continues to be a delight and a great baby.&amp;nbsp; He has graduated to sleeping in his crib upstairs for most of the night.&amp;nbsp; He is a good eater and wants to eat whatever mom is.&amp;nbsp; Now that he is one there is a whole new world of foods he is going to get to try.&amp;nbsp; He is now 30 inches long and weighs around 19 pounds.&amp;nbsp; He is tall and slendor.&amp;nbsp; It seems that he inherited that from both his grandpas b/c neither Rusty nor I are slendor :)&amp;nbsp; We are looking forward to more birthdays to come and watching him grow.&amp;nbsp; Next week we are going to get to find out what the sex of his new sibling will be.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty excited to find out.&amp;nbsp; I will keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4537999500754169098?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4537999500754169098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4537999500754169098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4537999500754169098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4537999500754169098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-baby-is-one-year-old.html' title='My Baby is One Year Old!!!'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IXtj7KaL0tQ/Ta72pgwr_hI/AAAAAAAAARk/Zkf3FOxSS7E/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8327263120607906598</id><published>2011-03-24T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:44:23.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 and 11 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Jdb-KJDYsM/TYubaz0HqGI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rpdv6f9CPik/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Jdb-KJDYsM/TYubaz0HqGI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rpdv6f9CPik/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying my walker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OOvG85Qk3_c/TYub8aCNkJI/AAAAAAAAARM/Nv01oh7h7wg/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OOvG85Qk3_c/TYub8aCNkJI/AAAAAAAAARM/Nv01oh7h7wg/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking in my walker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tzINzeUysyU/TYucG2E3CuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RFB9nUyuj7w/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tzINzeUysyU/TYucG2E3CuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RFB9nUyuj7w/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now walking my walker&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ou_op4zO2Uk/TYucR-VtcGI/AAAAAAAAARU/zZM7V6AkpcM/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ou_op4zO2Uk/TYucR-VtcGI/AAAAAAAAARU/zZM7V6AkpcM/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+040.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, here I come&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5k-pWK0tftk/TYuceEZt5HI/AAAAAAAAARY/a_i3zFwwdvo/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5k-pWK0tftk/TYuceEZt5HI/AAAAAAAAARY/a_i3zFwwdvo/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom, I really want the camera, please!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5WChBj_zU98/TYucpLlRjgI/AAAAAAAAARc/WG3q6byhch4/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5WChBj_zU98/TYucpLlRjgI/AAAAAAAAARc/WG3q6byhch4/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Becoming very proficient at feeding myself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZpsqgYTm63s/TYuc24zhJEI/AAAAAAAAARg/Aq1562cNqB8/s1600/JT+10+and+11+months+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZpsqgYTm63s/TYuc24zhJEI/AAAAAAAAARg/Aq1562cNqB8/s320/JT+10+and+11+months+046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite thing is to play with my spoon and bowl and drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for the delayed updates on pictures.&amp;nbsp; I realized that the reason for my lack of energy and focus was due to another little baby growing in my tummy.&amp;nbsp; That is right JT is going to be a big brother but not that much bigger, only about 18 months bigger.&amp;nbsp; We are excited and he will never know the difference:)&amp;nbsp; He is busy as ever.&amp;nbsp; He loves walking things around like the desk chair, his walker, and his toy he got for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; He loves all food.&amp;nbsp; We haven't found anything yet that he won't eat especially if mom is trying to eat it.&amp;nbsp; At daycare, he has started making car noises and siren noises when he is playing with them.&amp;nbsp; He loves to laugh at the other kids and they laugh at him about as much.&amp;nbsp; He has started to be more cuddly and when he hugs you he will pat your back.&amp;nbsp; Very sweet!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe in a few short weeks he will be one year old.&amp;nbsp; Time flies when you have kids that is all I have to say.&amp;nbsp; I think when the next one comes I might feel that I am in a timewarp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8327263120607906598?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8327263120607906598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8327263120607906598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8327263120607906598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8327263120607906598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-and-11-months.html' title='10 and 11 months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Jdb-KJDYsM/TYubaz0HqGI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rpdv6f9CPik/s72-c/JT+10+and+11+months+034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-9198361954399939900</id><published>2011-02-03T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:03:02.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to previous blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPwYqW1RqwM/TUmbM-B5SNI/AAAAAAAACzg/XnevaxXMUl0/s1600/gratitude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPwYqW1RqwM/TUmbM-B5SNI/AAAAAAAACzg/XnevaxXMUl0/s640/gratitude.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found this on another blog today and thought how appropriate.&amp;nbsp; I need to keep this close to remind myself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-9198361954399939900?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/9198361954399939900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=9198361954399939900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/9198361954399939900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/9198361954399939900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/02/addendum-to-previous-blog.html' title='Addendum to previous blog'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gPwYqW1RqwM/TUmbM-B5SNI/AAAAAAAACzg/XnevaxXMUl0/s72-c/gratitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5356935031404375454</id><published>2011-02-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T10:56:33.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering thankfulness</title><content type='html'>I just got done reading my friend Jill's blog @ &lt;a href="http://www.durangopalmers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.durangopalmers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; She had a great post about having a change of heart and remembering to be thankful.&amp;nbsp; This is ironic b/c last night I had another conversation with myself about the frustration of wants.&amp;nbsp; I don't know about you guys but it gets pretty frustrating when you work and still can't do the things that you really want to do.&amp;nbsp; I think sometimes we get disillusioned b/c as growing up you think when I get a "good" job then I can start traveling or I can get _____ that I have always wanted.&amp;nbsp; Wrong!!!&amp;nbsp; For some that may be true but for us that has not been the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I have to constantly remind myself that we have enough.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for a home and the means to keep all the utilities on.&amp;nbsp; But then frustration creeps in b/c we don't have room for a dining room table or to store our stuff at our home.&amp;nbsp; Then you start asking God, why does it have to be so complicated.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for my job and that it provides for the family but then I start wondering why I feel so stuck at this particular job and wondering if it is adding to my life or taking away.&amp;nbsp; Then I find that I get resentful towards it b/c it takes away from my time with my family.&amp;nbsp; You know in your head and heart that God is providing but you see others getting new clothes or new cars or going somewhere and you wonder.&amp;nbsp; I often think to myself if my client's realize that all the clothes that I am wearing to work are either gifts or hand me downs.&amp;nbsp; I find it ironic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the dilemma that we face is that we are told to dream.&amp;nbsp; We are told that the sky is the limit.&amp;nbsp; So you dream and then life happens.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to remember to stay thankful during those times of struggle.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to remember to be thankful when you feel like you are being picked on.&amp;nbsp; It is hard not to get resentful when you want to go do something "fun" and realize that you don't have enough gas in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing about it is you can stay thankful.&amp;nbsp; You can keep prospective even in America.&amp;nbsp; You can be content even when you live without surplus.&amp;nbsp; I have found that I have been more content in this season that in times before even though now I have much more at stake in regards to responsibilities.&amp;nbsp; It is ok.&amp;nbsp; God has a plan.&amp;nbsp; God knows our needs and our desires.&amp;nbsp; I know that someday I will have a home that we can have guests and we can sit around the table to have meals. I know that someday that God will make a way for me to stay home with my children or at least have more flexibility in a job.&amp;nbsp; And in knowing, I can remember thankfulness in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5356935031404375454?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5356935031404375454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5356935031404375454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5356935031404375454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5356935031404375454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembering-thankfulness.html' title='Remembering thankfulness'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1684011600173172804</id><published>2011-01-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:44:56.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>So if you noticed I changed the title of my blog.&amp;nbsp; I have been reading more blogs and they all seem to be mom's that are staying home with their children and homeschooling or something else.&amp;nbsp; I know that I have written about this before but I feel like my side of the story is lost.&amp;nbsp; I feel that there is this assumption that if you are working and a mother that it was your choice and that you are choosing your "career" over your children especially in Christian circles.&amp;nbsp; I would like to set the record straight.&amp;nbsp; I would just like to say that most of the working mother's that I know it is b/c they have to not because they want to.&amp;nbsp; Sure I could choose to quit my job but that would mean going onto welfare, foreclosing on our home, food stamps, and medicaid.&amp;nbsp; To me that is not much of a choice and not teaching my children the values that we hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for you working mother's out there, I am there with you.&amp;nbsp; You are not alone.&amp;nbsp; You are not any less of a mother b/c you are working and you are no less of a Christian.&amp;nbsp; We as working mother's have very little support.&amp;nbsp; We don't have time.&amp;nbsp; We are not affording mother's day out, MOPS or any of the other activities that are scheduled during the work week.&amp;nbsp;You are not failing if you can't keep the house clean, the laundry done, and cook dinner every night.&amp;nbsp; It does feel like we are barely keeping our heads above water but it will get better.&amp;nbsp; It will not always be like this.&amp;nbsp; One thing that I do realize is that when you are working, is that you cherish every second that you have with your child.&amp;nbsp; I never have the thought of needing a break and there is no way I am having my child go anywhere without me on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that is enough of my soapbox right now but I feel that there is more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1684011600173172804?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1684011600173172804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1684011600173172804' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1684011600173172804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1684011600173172804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8412334841259991356</id><published>2011-01-20T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:32:55.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I have realized that I have not done this for several weeks.&amp;nbsp; There is much to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God's provision for us while Rusty is going back to school...we are still praying that he will find a part time job&lt;br /&gt;2) Health...we all have remained healthy while a lot of yucky stuff is going around&lt;br /&gt;3)Family...enjoyed being around family over the holidays and them stepping up to help us wherever they could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8412334841259991356?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8412334841259991356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8412334841259991356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8412334841259991356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8412334841259991356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/01/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-432220563625454328</id><published>2011-01-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:24:37.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcZhwFiaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-RZBVX5mCPI/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcZhwFiaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-RZBVX5mCPI/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcZwizVhoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5YLvzJ8Kkyw/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcZwizVhoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5YLvzJ8Kkyw/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+096.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcZ8ioZIQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/r1OIGIZ11WA/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcaflJ1n1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zTESzuqdXgU/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcaflJ1n1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zTESzuqdXgU/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is hard to believe that he is nine months old.&amp;nbsp; As you can see, we are sitting pretty darn good.&amp;nbsp; We are busy crawling everywhere but still find it easier to be on our elbows rather than our hands.&amp;nbsp; He has just started pulling up on things and has figured out how to get his feet under him.&amp;nbsp; Just this morning, we had our first significant wreck from pulling up.&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling there is much of that to come.&amp;nbsp; He is saying Dada and Moma more consistantly.&amp;nbsp; We have the first signs of teeth trying to come through but on the top.&amp;nbsp; My mom is convinced this is a sign of him being left handed b/c it is backwards :)&amp;nbsp; He continues to be a happy, easy going little boy with a smile that melts your heart. His trick now is when you say no he turns and smiles.&amp;nbsp; All his dad can do is smile back, pick him up and give him a big kiss.&amp;nbsp; Can we say softey ;)&amp;nbsp; He continues to be a good eater and likes his veggies and fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-432220563625454328?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/432220563625454328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=432220563625454328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/432220563625454328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/432220563625454328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/01/9-months-old.html' title='9 months old'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcZhwFiaFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-RZBVX5mCPI/s72-c/Christmas+and+9+mnths+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5065639714594609350</id><published>2011-01-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:01:43.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding and horseback riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXLI_3OYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/api-OMDpL38/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXLI_3OYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/api-OMDpL38/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure about this&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXXIyTV7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r9RMMF70ydY/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXXIyTV7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/r9RMMF70ydY/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm what is happening&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXhcnsjcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3d8SY7qwGsk/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXhcnsjcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/3d8SY7qwGsk/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I think that this may be fun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXqf5RDGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WgY5sDWVtLw/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXqf5RDGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WgY5sDWVtLw/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still not sure about this but Dad had fun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcX2_UiODI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-mRxIfnwlyQ/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcX2_UiODI/AAAAAAAAAQc/-mRxIfnwlyQ/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+087.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeehaw&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcYDjimUJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/w7qZHVCg9io/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcYDjimUJI/AAAAAAAAAQg/w7qZHVCg9io/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is pretty darn fun&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcYRmuGiBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hkjTQ6T05ZQ/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcYRmuGiBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hkjTQ6T05ZQ/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell me what we are doing?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5065639714594609350?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5065639714594609350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5065639714594609350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5065639714594609350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5065639714594609350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/01/sledding-and-horseback-riding.html' title='Sledding and horseback riding'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcXLI_3OYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/api-OMDpL38/s72-c/Christmas+and+9+mnths+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1308884562285301795</id><published>2011-01-19T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:52:07.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcR-1Uv1iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2V-dm46BBtY/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcR-1Uv1iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2V-dm46BBtY/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve service&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcSN1rZbGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5aYZRERahds/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcSN1rZbGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/5aYZRERahds/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa is so generous&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcSep5bLgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_reXE6VG6VU/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcSep5bLgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_reXE6VG6VU/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look I got plastic to play with&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcSqRd-mmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3e2Hd7ceVCU/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcSqRd-mmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/3e2Hd7ceVCU/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait carboard is even better&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcS8f2zSvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8hFcJg65liM/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcS8f2zSvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8hFcJg65liM/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom are you sure these are for you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTJW8B8jI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lbCIv_2TRBM/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTJW8B8jI/AAAAAAAAAPo/lbCIv_2TRBM/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out Super Mario&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTY5Y2VVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Dle8UNZ5cWU/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTY5Y2VVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Dle8UNZ5cWU/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+037.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love boxes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTktjKp9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ml_6FqDQll8/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTktjKp9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ml_6FqDQll8/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Santa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTuQrdh_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YuVlxqaWDH8/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcTuQrdh_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YuVlxqaWDH8/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+051.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rock on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcT5JkkiEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rQTjeUqXfMA/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcT5JkkiEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/rQTjeUqXfMA/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wait wrapping paper is the BEST&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUEwlAPtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PpyCmotqVhg/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUEwlAPtI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PpyCmotqVhg/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was an attempt to see how much noise the wrapping paper would make&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUQmqxNzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BwvUgO97LNU/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUQmqxNzI/AAAAAAAAAQA/BwvUgO97LNU/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Grandpa for my blocks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUd4Jjz8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/VX8R58_apuc/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUd4Jjz8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/VX8R58_apuc/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet an easel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUtRfi5mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Mt_n-y18uW0/s1600/Christmas+and+9+mnths+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcUtRfi5mI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Mt_n-y18uW0/s320/Christmas+and+9+mnths+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out!! Fully automatic means lots of bullets flying around my head&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1308884562285301795?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1308884562285301795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1308884562285301795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1308884562285301795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1308884562285301795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TTcR-1Uv1iI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2V-dm46BBtY/s72-c/Christmas+and+9+mnths+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5388449414494410243</id><published>2010-12-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T13:55:34.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday on Wednesday b/c I have tomorrow off :)</title><content type='html'>I am super thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the wonderful blessing of family being here for Christmas and that the weather did not keep them away&lt;br /&gt;2) for the random money (ada God's provision)&amp;nbsp;that came in that allowed us to get fun Christmas presents for everyone rather than just kids&lt;br /&gt;3) for kiddos that make Christmas have so much more meaning&lt;br /&gt;4) most of all for my Savior that makes all things possible.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday Jesus!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5388449414494410243?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5388449414494410243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5388449414494410243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5388449414494410243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5388449414494410243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/12/thankful-thursday-on-wednesday-bc-i.html' title='Thankful Thursday on Wednesday b/c I have tomorrow off :)'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-514250290516797412</id><published>2010-12-20T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:55:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-EEK25myI/AAAAAAAAAOg/i5b8u83khmY/s1600/December2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-EEK25myI/AAAAAAAAAOg/i5b8u83khmY/s320/December2010+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake and JT with Santa and Mrs. Claus...JT was more interested in her necklace than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;JT at his first Christmas party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-ERCrBIUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/alL8DQGs9uc/s1600/December2010+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-ERCrBIUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/alL8DQGs9uc/s320/December2010+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom is mean and made me eat my own food rather than the good stuff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-Eet9rLeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/A_psKDi1lwQ/s1600/December2010+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-Eet9rLeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/A_psKDi1lwQ/s320/December2010+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jumping on grandma's lap (therefore the blurriness)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-ErcWu11I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Suq7pYcFSO8/s1600/December2010+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-ErcWu11I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Suq7pYcFSO8/s320/December2010+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Checking out Santa at the party&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-E4YpEgwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/02Wz7k0vgEs/s1600/December2010+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-E4YpEgwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/02Wz7k0vgEs/s320/December2010+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am not too sure about this dude, hurry dad"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-FDmrYbGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0S3wO30Wxgg/s1600/December2010+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-FDmrYbGI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0S3wO30Wxgg/s320/December2010+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papa sitting on Santa's lap...Silly Grandpa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-FPoa3VGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k9vX1JkqoHk/s1600/December2010+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-FPoa3VGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/k9vX1JkqoHk/s320/December2010+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Investigating what the other kids are doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am 8 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-Febd0LeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8wf66yqGc5k/s1600/December2010+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-Febd0LeI/AAAAAAAAAO8/8wf66yqGc5k/s320/December2010+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-GJY1RTaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OaRdBYV_YvE/s320/December2010+020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-GVplHbZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4Hh1ixduUFo/s1600/December2010+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-GVplHbZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4Hh1ixduUFo/s320/December2010+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well he has aquired some new skills in the last month.&amp;nbsp; He is now crawling but only on his elbows and knees.&amp;nbsp; His arms are too long to crawl on his hands.&amp;nbsp; He is busy and all over.&amp;nbsp; He loves playing with all the toys at daycare and the kids love playing with him.&amp;nbsp; He is sitting by himself for longer periods of time and has good control when he falls over.&amp;nbsp; He is waving periodically.&amp;nbsp; His best skill at this point is that he is saying "mama".&amp;nbsp; He expecially likes to say it when he is upset and makes whatever is upsetting him that much more dramatic and of course Mama can't resist coming to the rescue.&amp;nbsp; He continues to get longer and we are having some challenges finding pant long enough and sleeves long enough.&amp;nbsp; I think this is what I have to look forward to forever :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-514250290516797412?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/514250290516797412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=514250290516797412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/514250290516797412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/514250290516797412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010.html' title='December 2010'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TQ-EEK25myI/AAAAAAAAAOg/i5b8u83khmY/s72-c/December2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4521405824638981303</id><published>2010-12-06T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:47:57.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade of Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0u3hTEnyI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JFWDLzqzY44/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We took JT to his first parade on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; He got to partake of the Parade of Lights down main street.&amp;nbsp; Here are pictures of him all bundled up and being a big boy in his stroller for the first time. He liked looking at everything and everyone.&amp;nbsp; He is a people watcher :)&amp;nbsp; Thankfully it was fairly warm (considering) and we didn't freeze and I didn't have to worry about him freezing.&amp;nbsp; Everytime we do anything I just keep thinking about how next year will be a whole new ballgame :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4521405824638981303?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4521405824638981303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4521405824638981303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4521405824638981303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4521405824638981303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/12/parade-of-lights.html' title='Parade of Lights'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0ucc8pIuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EwYzn6sFdhg/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-64221152705396976</id><published>2010-12-06T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:40:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0r-Cgb0zI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EXJ-tIMlIdQ/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0r-Cgb0zI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EXJ-tIMlIdQ/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0sJw24tmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fwaGH58bM7c/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0sJw24tmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fwaGH58bM7c/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0sVSdFMgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/O1L0DRNB1UE/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0sVSdFMgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/O1L0DRNB1UE/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0sf_FpefI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1qGXdUxNetw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TP0sf_FpefI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1qGXdUxNetw/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JT had his first Thanksgiving at Great Grandma Curfman's house.&amp;nbsp; He had his first experience of eating at the table and sitting in his chair that was actually attached to a chair. (I think that this may need further explanation.&amp;nbsp; Last February, we started doing updates on our home with the idea that we are going to try and sell it.&amp;nbsp; Part of that was decluttering which included taking the dining room table out and all of the chairs.&amp;nbsp; So that JT might oneday have a room to sleep in.&amp;nbsp;That is the reason that we don't have a table or chairs at our house.)&amp;nbsp;He got to eat sweet potatoes and pears.&amp;nbsp; Next year he will have the wonders of the Thanksgiving feast.&amp;nbsp; His grandma and his auntie were there.&amp;nbsp; It was a nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-64221152705396976?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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I think that it would be great for him and for our family.&amp;nbsp; The catch is that he would have to stop his job and we would have to find someway of making up that $ b/c his job covers daycare, gas, and food.&amp;nbsp; We need prayer to know if this is the thing to do and step out in faith or if we are being unwise.&amp;nbsp; This Thursday I am thankful for those people that are praying for us and for a God that cares enough to lead us and guide us through this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6705588948442907975?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6705588948442907975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6705588948442907975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a healthy baby boy who is a joy and delight&lt;br /&gt;2) a faithful husband who has a heart to be a good husband and father&lt;br /&gt;3) a family who is healthy body, mind, and spirit&lt;br /&gt;4) a God who is faithful and good throughout&lt;br /&gt;5) the challenges that happen in life that remind us of what is important and challenges our faith to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-3647461910902991777?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/3647461910902991777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=3647461910902991777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My baby getting rid of his nasty little cough...the trick was saline solution and sucking before every feeding&lt;br /&gt;2) Feeling better and my cough getting better (not so thankful for the asthma diagnosis I got in relation to the cough)&lt;br /&gt;3) An extra day with my dad due to nasty weather earlier in the week&lt;br /&gt;4) Fun new tupperware I got for hosting a party (Rusty equated Tupperware as my jewelry since I don't wear jewelry and error on practicality)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1826554637765901989?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1826554637765901989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1826554637765901989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1826554637765901989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1826554637765901989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-thursday_18.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-913608223461652421</id><published>2010-11-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:17:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFjnx-oV4I/AAAAAAAAANw/Ff0UN2gshuY/s1600/JT+November+2010+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFjnx-oV4I/AAAAAAAAANw/Ff0UN2gshuY/s320/JT+November+2010+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFjywJTxEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CnJtTnxC940/s1600/JT+November+2010+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFjywJTxEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CnJtTnxC940/s320/JT+November+2010+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFkAl1L5vI/AAAAAAAAAN4/boUZeIJbRbM/s1600/JT+November+2010+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFkAl1L5vI/AAAAAAAAAN4/boUZeIJbRbM/s320/JT+November+2010+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFkRQ4gidI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PXJOZYfINFQ/s1600/JT+November+2010+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFkRQ4gidI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PXJOZYfINFQ/s320/JT+November+2010+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Working on crawling&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFkiIwVPmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Sf105Ekz8w0/s1600/JT+November+2010+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFkiIwVPmI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Sf105Ekz8w0/s320/JT+November+2010+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JT is now seven months old.&amp;nbsp; The floor is where he likes to spend his time rolling around and trying to get his arm and legs coordinated to crawl.&amp;nbsp; He is able to get up on all fours and rock so it won't be long.&amp;nbsp; His next favorite activity is jumping on your lap.&amp;nbsp; As you can see in the pictures he has some good faces that he makes.&amp;nbsp; He is such a fun little boy.&amp;nbsp; He is enjoying the new foods.&amp;nbsp; He seems to enjoy all the fruits, sweet potatoes, and squash.&amp;nbsp; He tolerates grean beans and doesn't seem to want anything to do with peas and carrots at this time.&amp;nbsp; His new sound is "ba".&amp;nbsp; So you will just hear him going "bababa" to anyone that will listen.&amp;nbsp; He is now at around 15 pounds 7 ounces and is 28 1/2 inches long.&amp;nbsp; We are wearing nine month stuff b/c of his long arms and legs.&amp;nbsp; He continues to be a joy and we are enjoying every minute with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-913608223461652421?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/913608223461652421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=913608223461652421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/913608223461652421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/913608223461652421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/11/7-months-old.html' title='7 months old'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TOFjnx-oV4I/AAAAAAAAANw/Ff0UN2gshuY/s72-c/JT+November+2010+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-364962372576143649</id><published>2010-11-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:28:38.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>This week has been tough but I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the roads not being icy even though it is snowing&lt;br /&gt;2) Rusty finding some free tires to put on the Bronco to get us by until there is a miracle and we can afford to buy new ones&lt;br /&gt;3) Having the hope that we will not struggle financially forever and that someday we will have enough money to cover the basics and get out of debt&lt;br /&gt;4) Getting to go to the chiropractor today (my back is all out of whack)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-364962372576143649?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/364962372576143649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=364962372576143649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/364962372576143649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/364962372576143649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2874910475530770911</id><published>2010-11-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:38:30.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TNbUAEBGaTI/AAAAAAAAANc/RxPvZvoFok0/s1600/Halloween+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TNbUAEBGaTI/AAAAAAAAANc/RxPvZvoFok0/s320/Halloween+001.jpg" width="320" 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Halloween pictures and JT hanging out at his Grandma Karens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2874910475530770911?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2874910475530770911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2874910475530770911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2874910475530770911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2874910475530770911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/11/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TNbUAEBGaTI/AAAAAAAAANc/RxPvZvoFok0/s72-c/Halloween+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2516928825648964521</id><published>2010-11-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:28:24.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday on Sunday</title><content type='html'>This week I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The possibility that JT will not have to have surgery.&amp;nbsp; The neurosurgeon just wants to keep an eye on it and have another MRI done when he is a year old.&amp;nbsp; My prayer is that&amp;nbsp;God will unteather the hemangioma from the spine by the next MRI.&lt;br /&gt;2)A fun halloween where JT got to do his first cakewalk and win and go on his first hay ride&lt;br /&gt;3)That God miraculously provided time for me to complete my extra work so that I didn't have to do it over the weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2516928825648964521?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2516928825648964521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2516928825648964521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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week. Last week was a little rough due to the whole family getting the flu.&amp;nbsp; Missing two days of work last week due to my family having the flu and then the daycare providers and her family getting the flu. Made for a short week.&amp;nbsp; But the things I am thankful for currently are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Employment where I have paid sick days so I don't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;2)&amp;nbsp; The opportunity to help out friends&lt;br /&gt;3)&amp;nbsp; JT feeling better and sleeping better after he had a visit to the Chiropractor&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp; For the Chiropractor who works on children and was so good to JT and me&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp;nbsp; Opportunity to fill my bucket due to the Chiropractor giving a free first exam after seeing JT...SO thankful&lt;br /&gt;6)&amp;nbsp; Both my parents who are here visiting and loving on their grandson&lt;br /&gt;7)&amp;nbsp; Nyquil that helps my husband to sleep without coughing and in turn allows both me and JT to sleep also&amp;nbsp; (its the little things)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5421381528812234939?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5421381528812234939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5421381528812234939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5421381528812234939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5421381528812234939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/10/thankful-thursday_28.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6225236077616658278</id><published>2010-10-15T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:29:00.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhh0J1PugI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dhc5N_O2Ic0/s1600/6+mnths+JT+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhh0J1PugI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dhc5N_O2Ic0/s320/6+mnths+JT+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhiFUKzqdI/AAAAAAAAANU/TPQG-S_rxhc/s1600/6+mnths+JT+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhiFUKzqdI/AAAAAAAAANU/TPQG-S_rxhc/s320/6+mnths+JT+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad trying to get in the picture :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhiUuzLbGI/AAAAAAAAANY/bZvJpT-Nddc/s1600/6+mnths+JT+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhiUuzLbGI/AAAAAAAAANY/bZvJpT-Nddc/s320/6+mnths+JT+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad succeeding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have made it to the half way point of a year.&amp;nbsp; It is very hard to believe.&amp;nbsp; So far he is rolling over both ways with ease.&amp;nbsp; He is getting his knees up underneath him and scooting on his forehead.&amp;nbsp; It will not be long before he is crawling and into everything.&amp;nbsp; He enjoys blowing bubbles and making gurgling noises.&amp;nbsp; We started eating food just this week.&amp;nbsp; He ate his whole bowl of rice cereal his second time and realized that opening his mouth for the spoon meant good food.&amp;nbsp; We have graduated to 6-9 mnth clothes b/c he is so long.&amp;nbsp; We have his well baby check next week and we will get his official measurements then.&amp;nbsp; He smiles with ease and giggles at the other kids at daycare.&amp;nbsp; It is official that everyone that meets him thinks he is adorable :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6225236077616658278?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6225236077616658278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6225236077616658278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6225236077616658278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6225236077616658278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-months-old.html' title='6 months old'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TLhh0J1PugI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Dhc5N_O2Ic0/s72-c/6+mnths+JT+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-349993904981716182</id><published>2010-10-14T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:40:45.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>This week I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JT starting to sleep through the night again after a week of rough sleep due to sinus congestion and a cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peace of God that surrounds you when you trust in&amp;nbsp;Him even when you don't have the answers and you have to coordinate with doctor's schedules...ie got a call from the doctor's office stating that they saw some irregularities from the MRI but I had to wait a couple of weeks before I could see the doctor for specifics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new appreciation for Fall and enjoying the lower temps and colors in a new way than before...not mourning the end of summer as much or dreading the impending snow as much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having healthy parents who raised me in a (for the most part) healthy environment and gave me many opportunities...if you ever need a reality check of how bad things could be go to a child protection meeting at department of health and human services...makes me so thankful for the people I have in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-349993904981716182?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/349993904981716182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=349993904981716182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/349993904981716182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/349993904981716182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/10/thankful-thursday_14.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7240965048093136432</id><published>2010-10-07T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T08:06:43.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>There is much to be thankful for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) So thankful that JT came out of anethesia without any trouble and was back to himself in no time&lt;br /&gt;2)Thankful for wonderful nurses that understand and have children of their own&lt;br /&gt;3)Thankful for a husband that wants to be involved and loves his children with all of his heart&lt;br /&gt;4)Thankful for the power of prayer and the peace that comes knowing you are surrounded in prayer&lt;br /&gt;5)Thankful for all the wonderful people we are blessed to have in our life that take the time to pray for us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7240965048093136432?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7240965048093136432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7240965048093136432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7240965048093136432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7240965048093136432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/10/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2379290591835663533</id><published>2010-09-30T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T08:43:42.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgKf8rrQI/AAAAAAAAANE/VBgviKlOY54/s1600/JT+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgKf8rrQI/AAAAAAAAANE/VBgviKlOY54/s320/JT+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blowin' out&amp;nbsp;his seven candles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgYHF2RrI/AAAAAAAAANI/eX3d9s5wmT4/s1600/JT+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgYHF2RrI/AAAAAAAAANI/eX3d9s5wmT4/s320/JT+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sportin' his daddy's jacket from when he was that size&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgmDj05SI/AAAAAAAAANM/wUe73kFj88k/s1600/JT+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgmDj05SI/AAAAAAAAANM/wUe73kFj88k/s320/JT+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keepin' an eye on the crazy cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am thankful this week for my boys.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed to have healthy, happy boys that are fun to be around and bring smiles to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2379290591835663533?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2379290591835663533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2379290591835663533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2379290591835663533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2379290591835663533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/09/thankful-thursday_30.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TKSgKf8rrQI/AAAAAAAAANE/VBgviKlOY54/s72-c/JT+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8079930269500316940</id><published>2010-09-24T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:36:15.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Friday</title><content type='html'>Since this week has been slighly hectic...I am a day behind...so today I am thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) JT having insurace and the health care bill that has made it so babies cannot be denied insurance for pre-existing conditions...this should be prefised with JT has to get an MRI on Oct. 5 due to have a hemangioma (mass) on his back that could be potentially attached to his spine canal&amp;nbsp;which could cause issues with lower body movement, so we have to see with the MRI if it is attached and if so he will need surgery to get it removed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)God's provision that resulted in a happy b-day party for Blake (he is 7 now, CRAZY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Made it through a stressful week at work and a co-worker who helped me get caught up...go teamwork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8079930269500316940?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8079930269500316940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8079930269500316940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8079930269500316940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8079930269500316940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/09/thankful-friday.html' title='Thankful Friday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7475634772324838795</id><published>2010-09-16T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:55:28.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>I missed a week so this will encompass the last two weeks...I am thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) a God that answers prayer&lt;br /&gt;2) a husband that tries his very best to be a good husband and father and can admit his shortcomings and laugh about them&lt;br /&gt;3) nice Fall weather that you can still wear skirts comfortably but you don't necesarrily need A/C&lt;br /&gt;4) thankful for the services and the people in our community that work to keep children safe despite the up hill battle of funding and the human nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7475634772324838795?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7475634772324838795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7475634772324838795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7475634772324838795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7475634772324838795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/09/thankful-thursday_16.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-9091884282854827644</id><published>2010-09-15T08:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:57:36.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbNfvAmWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9EaX8mWW_o0/s1600/JT-5+monyhs+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbNfvAmWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9EaX8mWW_o0/s320/JT-5+monyhs+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting big&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbZsAFBQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/adcdE566VGc/s1600/JT-5+monyhs+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbZsAFBQI/AAAAAAAAAMc/adcdE566VGc/s320/JT-5+monyhs+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sporting the outfit that Grandpa got him&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbmx6fXII/AAAAAAAAAMk/5NlZke_aQOQ/s1600/JT-5+monyhs+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbmx6fXII/AAAAAAAAAMk/5NlZke_aQOQ/s320/JT-5+monyhs+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging with dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our boy is five months old.&amp;nbsp; We had our well baby check up and he is 14 pounds and 27 inches long (98th percentile in heighth).&amp;nbsp; He is rolling over both ways and just a happy boy.&amp;nbsp; He has started giggling more and loves to face out and watch the world.&amp;nbsp; He has become facinated with our cat and will follow her with a watchful gaze trying to figure out that creature is.&amp;nbsp; We made it through our first cold together.&amp;nbsp; We both got pretty moucusy and he did not appreciate mom sucking his boogers out.&amp;nbsp; He got pretty good at avoidance techniques.&amp;nbsp; He continues to sleep through the night.&amp;nbsp; We are so thankful for our boy.&amp;nbsp; He is a precious gift to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-9091884282854827644?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/9091884282854827644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=9091884282854827644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/9091884282854827644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/9091884282854827644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-months.html' title='Five Months'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TJDbNfvAmWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9EaX8mWW_o0/s72-c/JT-5+monyhs+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1663068687573021808</id><published>2010-09-02T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:51:01.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>This Thursday snuck up on me.&amp;nbsp; The things that I am thankful for this week are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I am breast feeding and don't have to buy formula very often ($25 is rediculous)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that God worked it out that the money went just as far as it needed to...groceries, gas, formula :(, and laundry detergent...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for our Life Group at church and that we are getting started again after the summer...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1663068687573021808?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6721351472074593326</id><published>2010-08-30T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:29:16.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwviiuh5mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/esDgCqWZDd4/s1600/JT+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwviiuh5mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/esDgCqWZDd4/s320/JT+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwv5uqWorI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v0QJd0V7hm8/s1600/JT+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwv5uqWorI/AAAAAAAAAMM/v0QJd0V7hm8/s320/JT+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwvtyNqf9I/AAAAAAAAAME/A5tuNtGTiNc/s1600/JT+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwvtyNqf9I/AAAAAAAAAME/A5tuNtGTiNc/s320/JT+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JT's Grandma Karen found a good deal on a bouncer and jumper.&amp;nbsp; He is enjoying both very much.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Grandma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6721351472074593326?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THwviiuh5mI/AAAAAAAAAL8/esDgCqWZDd4/s72-c/JT+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1808437639065450682</id><published>2010-08-26T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:10:16.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is Thursday again and honestly I am having a hard time thinking of things to be thankful for due to stresses at work but I will give it a try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful for my husband that allows me to rant about my boss and is understanding rather than trying to fix it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful for my parents who come and visit my on a regular basis b/c it is too expensive for us to be able to go and see them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful that we always have choices, even when we feel like we don't, all be it they are small choices...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful for my in-laws and my parents that make sure that their grandson has fun things to help him grow and develop into a healthy human being but so far have been great about not spoiling him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1808437639065450682?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1808437639065450682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1808437639065450682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1808437639065450682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1808437639065450682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankful-thursday_26.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4209305457378502094</id><published>2010-08-25T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:49:01.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWcGmzPeuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sy-ZeNwge5o/s1600/JT+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWcGmzPeuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sy-ZeNwge5o/s320/JT+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is "What are you doing Mom" look&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWb8Zsz5FI/AAAAAAAAALs/6XwETAzBjPA/s1600/JT+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWb8Zsz5FI/AAAAAAAAALs/6XwETAzBjPA/s320/JT+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is much more interested in his foot than sitting up straight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWby20ur5I/AAAAAAAAALk/6Mi0_MjR8cE/s1600/JT+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWby20ur5I/AAAAAAAAALk/6Mi0_MjR8cE/s320/JT+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This just being cute for the camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWbojhuCPI/AAAAAAAAALc/tVaBCheQpNk/s1600/JT+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWbojhuCPI/AAAAAAAAALc/tVaBCheQpNk/s320/JT+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love my toes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had to stay home from work and daycare of Monday b/c JT had a fever and just wasn't himself.&amp;nbsp; We think that he could be teething but we are not sure.&amp;nbsp; He was just fussy and wanted to cuddle and sleep with his momma so that is what we did.&amp;nbsp; This was a time when he was feeling better and we were practicing our sitting up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4209305457378502094?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4209305457378502094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4209305457378502094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4209305457378502094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4209305457378502094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-sick-day.html' title='First Sick Day'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/THWcGmzPeuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Sy-ZeNwge5o/s72-c/JT+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4412261818891691615</id><published>2010-08-19T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:52:29.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I am thankful this week for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;it being uneventful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;JT surviving his first bite from a kid and it not breaking the skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;a mother-in-law that cooks dinner for us Fri. and Sun. every other week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;getting extra money so that we could fill both gas tanks&amp;nbsp;in our vehicles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;the reminder that I don't have to worry or fear, we will not struggle financially forever...&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/28634436-4412261818891691615?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4412261818891691615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4412261818891691615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4412261818891691615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4412261818891691615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankful-thursday_19.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5264829924464086527</id><published>2010-08-12T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:07:07.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;I have some friends that blog that do thankful Thursdays and I thought that I would join in.&amp;nbsp; I got to thinking that it was important to focus on the things that I have rather than continually focus on the struggles and the things that I don't have especially right now and it will get me blogging consistantly.&amp;nbsp; So this week I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;my baby giggling yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;having a good daycare provider...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;having a potential friendship building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;rain to water the lawn when I don't have time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;cooler evenings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;a baby that sleeps good at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;and that God provides all the time and is in control&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/28634436-5264829924464086527?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5264829924464086527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5264829924464086527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5264829924464086527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5264829924464086527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/08/thankful-thursday.html' title='Thankful Thursday'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8069745007446976652</id><published>2010-08-09T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:31:32.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Four months old this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgQfaHNdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kqW52HSnR1M/s1600/JT+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgQfaHNdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kqW52HSnR1M/s320/JT+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attending the Ridgeway Arts and Crafts show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgc_1zmxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lfEq92f1WMA/s1600/JT+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgc_1zmxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/lfEq92f1WMA/s320/JT+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;His hand is so tasty but so is his thumb and fingers&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgnhrdesI/AAAAAAAAALE/UUw0CxxQorI/s1600/JT+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgnhrdesI/AAAAAAAAALE/UUw0CxxQorI/s320/JT+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quality time with daddy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBg1J6Ls9I/AAAAAAAAALM/NbkToukHymI/s1600/JT+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBg1J6Ls9I/AAAAAAAAALM/NbkToukHymI/s320/JT+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake riding the train at the Arts and Craft show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our boy is four months old this week.&amp;nbsp; He has rolled over five times now.&amp;nbsp; He is continuing to talk up a storm and wiggles and jiggles like crazy.&amp;nbsp; This month he started for real daycare and loves it.&amp;nbsp; He love being around all the other children and they love on him.&amp;nbsp; I really like his daycare provider.&amp;nbsp; I get to go feed him at lunch which is a real blessing.&amp;nbsp; He continues to get bigger.&amp;nbsp; His check up is in a couple of weeks but it is estimated that his weight is around 14 pounds and is getting longer by the day, estimating that he is over 25 inches now.&amp;nbsp; He lived through his shots and didn't have any side effects (thank the Lord).&amp;nbsp; He is sleeping through the night for the most part and we have our morning and night routines. I would not go so far as to say we have a schedule :)&amp;nbsp; He is just a happy, sweet boy that is a super duper blessing to us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8069745007446976652?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8069745007446976652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8069745007446976652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8069745007446976652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8069745007446976652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/08/four-months-old-this-week.html' title='Four months old this week'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBgQfaHNdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/kqW52HSnR1M/s72-c/JT+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1719752973591848671</id><published>2010-08-09T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:07:30.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rockies Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBdTQb3SRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mfn0NQs1K90/s1600/JT+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBdTQb3SRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mfn0NQs1K90/s320/JT+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making Grandpa Proud, Go Rockies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBceshJU6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/w_NLjystaHY/s1600/JT+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBceshJU6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/w_NLjystaHY/s320/JT+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Content and Happy after watching the Rockies win at Coors Field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JT got to experience his first Rockies game on August 1.&amp;nbsp; He got to go with his Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt Becky, Uncle Daniel, Dad, and Blake.&amp;nbsp; It was a good time had by all.&amp;nbsp; JT and I had to be creative b/c it was very hot. So we hung out at First Aid in the A/C and walked around looking at all the people.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed spending time with Grandma at Grandma's house.&amp;nbsp; Blake informed us that he was going to live in an apartment with a swimming pool when he grows up just like my mom and be a bagger at City Market&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1719752973591848671?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1719752973591848671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1719752973591848671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1719752973591848671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1719752973591848671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-rockies-game.html' title='First Rockies Game'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TGBdTQb3SRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Mfn0NQs1K90/s72-c/JT+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1584584432939249186</id><published>2010-07-19T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T08:31:39.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TERghNOOCMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Q0hVjkHIRY/s1600/Durango+trip+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TERghNOOCMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Q0hVjkHIRY/s320/Durango+trip+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man is three months old now.&amp;nbsp; We took our first road trip over the weekend and he did awesome.&amp;nbsp; He slept through the night both nights until 7 AM.&amp;nbsp; He just went with the flow and took good naps.&amp;nbsp; He still does not like being in his car seat in the car and we had to get creative getting over the mountain passes to get to Durango and back home.&amp;nbsp; He got to meet some of our close family friends and meet all of their children.&amp;nbsp; I was a good time b/c my mom came with us and met my sister and her boyfriend there.&amp;nbsp; So really it was like a mini family reunion in a place we all have fond memories of.&amp;nbsp; It went way too fast and of course we didn't get to see everyone that we had wanted but all in all it was&amp;nbsp;a successful trip and JT was a hit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1584584432939249186?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1584584432939249186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1584584432939249186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1584584432939249186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1584584432939249186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-months-old.html' title='Three months old'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TERghNOOCMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Q0hVjkHIRY/s72-c/Durango+trip+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6537164281341066210</id><published>2010-07-15T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:38:07.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Working Mom</title><content type='html'>It has been my realization that even though there are a lot of working mothers out there.&amp;nbsp; There is little support for them.&amp;nbsp; I came to realize this even before I had JT and has become even more clear after.&amp;nbsp; I got very upset one day reading a book about Breastfeeding and the author implyed that all women had a choice about going back to work or staying home with their child.&amp;nbsp; She also insinuated that all women that went back to work did it for selfish reasons.&amp;nbsp; Well needless to say I did not finish that book and I cussed at the author as I read it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my two cents.&amp;nbsp; If I had any choice at all I would be home with my child, but unfortunately my income is the main income. We are just now recovering from two years where my husband was unemployed or seasonally employed doing ranch work.&amp;nbsp;We struggled along and did our best not to get in debt or become a drain on society.&amp;nbsp; This being said I had to return to work after 7 weeks&amp;nbsp;paid maturnity leave. This was a dreaded event but&amp;nbsp;back to work I went.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thankfully for the first&amp;nbsp;eight weeks my mother has been able to watch JT.&amp;nbsp; Even with my mom watching him that first day was terrible.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know how he would do.&amp;nbsp; I worried about if he would eat from the bottle, would he take&amp;nbsp;naps like he should, would he cry the&amp;nbsp;whole day, and will this do him permenent damage even though I have no&amp;nbsp;other options.&amp;nbsp; I called my mom several times that first day and he was doing fine.&amp;nbsp; He and grandma worked out their routine.&amp;nbsp; My mom figured out how he liked his bottles and the exact mix needed to have the breatmilk last the whole day.&amp;nbsp;We have found that that I can't get enough milk pumped during the day and so add formula to the bottle to make full bottles.&amp;nbsp;They worked out their routine and he has flourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the pumping is where I feel the most alone and unsure of what I am doing.&amp;nbsp; There is little information&amp;nbsp;for a working mother and pumping.&amp;nbsp; You wonder how often, how long, and how you know if you are doing it right.&amp;nbsp; I have found that I can't pump enough and so have tried to figure out ways to get more pumped.&amp;nbsp; I envy those that could pump enough to have milk stored up.&amp;nbsp; Then I worry about not having enough to feed JT and my milk supply not increasing.&amp;nbsp; I can definately see why women go to formula.&amp;nbsp; It is so much easier.&amp;nbsp; But a lesson I have learned in my life is that easier is almost always not better and so I press on pumping 4-5 times during the work day for around 10 minutes each time.&amp;nbsp; The other thing that is frustating is that all the activities for mothers and support for moms&amp;nbsp;is during the day for those mothers that stay at home.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing for women/moms that work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big step is in a couple of weeks JT has to start daycare.&amp;nbsp; I almost started crying in the car the other day when I thought about the fact that I was&amp;nbsp;going to have to leave him with a complete stranger and trust this person to meet his needs and keep him safe.&amp;nbsp; It makes it hard b/c I know all the things that could happen b/c of my job.&amp;nbsp; I know that first day will be hard and I will check in often but I would be a complete mess if I hadn't been able to have that time where my mom was watching him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of this, I find that I have to watch myself and not get bitter about my job, about our situation financially and bitter toward those that somehow are able to stay at home with their children.&amp;nbsp; I am jealous and sometimes find myself asking God why I didn't get a miracle like others that allowed them to get to be home with their babies.&amp;nbsp; I know that He has a plan and I know that there is a reason that He has kept me working where I am.&amp;nbsp; I know that He will keep JT safe and I know that this is only a season that can change in a heartbeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6537164281341066210?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6537164281341066210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6537164281341066210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6537164281341066210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6537164281341066210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/07/working-mom.html' title='The Working Mom'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7859470559504858830</id><published>2010-07-12T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:27:49.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswKCNAI4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MjOlpLb-s9M/s1600/193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswKCNAI4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MjOlpLb-s9M/s320/193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswaILwaPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e-1SR0KasM4/s1600/195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswaILwaPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/e-1SR0KasM4/s320/195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswmFWVj_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Vp0MqD-xs5Y/s1600/197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswmFWVj_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Vp0MqD-xs5Y/s320/197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswyqDrrGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2d8xY4Q0NqQ/s1600/199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswyqDrrGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2d8xY4Q0NqQ/s320/199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun fourth of July.&amp;nbsp; We went to Granny's house (aka Great Grandma's).&amp;nbsp; Grandpa roasted a hog and the neighborhood came by to celebrate the summer, friends, and the country that we live in.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate and the wind decided to blow but that didn't stop everyone from coming inside playing music and continuing the festivities.&amp;nbsp; JT was sporting his new outfit from our good friend who lives in Germany.&amp;nbsp; We were all cracking up at his sunglasses that are still a little big for his head.&amp;nbsp; I continue to be amazed at how long he.&amp;nbsp; We had his two month well baby check and he was 11 pound 7 ounces and 24 1/2 inches long.&amp;nbsp; He has started to talk a lot more and smile.&amp;nbsp; He is holding his head up and likes to stand up on his long legs.&amp;nbsp; We are getting into more of a routine and sleeping for six hours or more at night.&amp;nbsp; I can't complain. We are liking our car seat much more, bathes much more, and being naked much more than just a few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;He is a good baby and we are enjoying him emensely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7859470559504858830?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7859470559504858830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7859470559504858830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7859470559504858830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7859470559504858830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TDswKCNAI4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/MjOlpLb-s9M/s72-c/193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5022873597260833242</id><published>2010-06-16T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:10:51.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures by Anne Marie Imagery - 3 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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He has had a growth spurt in the last few days and we finally graduated from newborn clothes and newborn diapers.&amp;nbsp; He has started smiling more and interacting more.&amp;nbsp; He likes to talk to you.&amp;nbsp; He is awake much more and able to really able focus on you.&amp;nbsp; He keeps getting longer and so far is the "tallest" out of the other babies close to his age.&amp;nbsp; He is sleeping the majority of the night.&amp;nbsp; Thank the Lord.&amp;nbsp; He likes to be held and he likes to move around and see what it happening.&amp;nbsp; We are enjoying him immensely.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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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 "mom why are you harrassing me" look...&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/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZKB0WVrTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/X9yYjNQqqZ4/s1600/JT+059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZKB0WVrTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/X9yYjNQqqZ4/s320/JT+059.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; 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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;Our little Rockies fan...&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/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZJan0qTsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_YRua1Iou9M/s1600/Rockies+fan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZJan0qTsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_YRua1Iou9M/s200/Rockies+fan.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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 half dazed, I think I am hungry look...&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/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZJaIusqhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W1mt49stWDk/s1600/JT+056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZJaIusqhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W1mt49stWDk/s320/JT+056.jpg" width="320" /&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/28634436-5920689201728361123?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5920689201728361123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5920689201728361123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5920689201728361123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5920689201728361123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-months-old.html' title='Two Months Old'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TBZKpg0rQJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/DGUAqURMims/s72-c/JT+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2009223796150222771</id><published>2010-06-08T10:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:21:37.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One month +</title><content type='html'>First bath...NOT LOVING IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56NbAu5nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7_N8jmIylOo/s1600/JT+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480452167564191346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56NbAu5nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7_N8jmIylOo/s320/JT+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and JT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56M34te0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/x8g1pswKpBo/s1600/JT+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480452158135302978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56M34te0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/x8g1pswKpBo/s320/JT+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuteness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56MTzFacI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jfLOMHwbGsw/s1600/JT+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480452148448029122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56MTzFacI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jfLOMHwbGsw/s320/JT+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the binkie...only lasted a week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56LudRXsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sTpbgCNT6IM/s1600/JT+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480452138424426178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56LudRXsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sTpbgCNT6IM/s320/JT+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for story time on the boppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54VS-ouXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kduGuyVN1Q4/s1600/JT+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480450103823612274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54VS-ouXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kduGuyVN1Q4/s320/JT+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54U2drghI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XKOqf1ZAiCI/s1600/JT+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480450096169189906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54U2drghI/AAAAAAAAAGk/XKOqf1ZAiCI/s320/JT+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit that Grandma bought for baby dedication on Mother's day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54UsXaYQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9P8F8w0y6qM/s1600/JT+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480450093458546946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54UsXaYQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9P8F8w0y6qM/s320/JT+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54UIirizI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VDBJxh68Llw/s1600/JT+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480450083842132786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54UIirizI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VDBJxh68Llw/s320/JT+053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom couldn't resist just too darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54TskmhTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y7hbPZEAdvU/s1600/JT+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480450076333999410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA54TskmhTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/y7hbPZEAdvU/s320/JT+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2009223796150222771?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2009223796150222771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2009223796150222771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2009223796150222771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2009223796150222771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-month.html' title='One month +'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA56NbAu5nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7_N8jmIylOo/s72-c/JT+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1753455830567234089</id><published>2010-06-08T10:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:54:49.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting to life on the outside</title><content type='html'>First time in the Swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zKTtlKdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-xXpwW3MQEk/s1600/JT+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480444417483811282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zKTtlKdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-xXpwW3MQEk/s320/JT+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Big brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zJ8OkHJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_V3zy95iEIg/s1600/JT+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480444411179703442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zJ8OkHJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_V3zy95iEIg/s320/JT+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zJSqapXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nYwhz26tiY4/s1600/JT+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480444400022234482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zJSqapXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nYwhz26tiY4/s320/JT+026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zIyzG4oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5UhB9y7Rq1U/s1600/JT+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480444391468753538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zIyzG4oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5UhB9y7Rq1U/s320/JT+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four generations plus some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zIarJ17I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2V4QZVZ3Hs/s1600/JT+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480444384992942002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zIarJ17I/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2V4QZVZ3Hs/s320/JT+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1753455830567234089?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1753455830567234089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1753455830567234089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1753455830567234089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1753455830567234089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/06/adjusting-to-life-on-outside.html' title='Adjusting to life on the outside'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5zKTtlKdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-xXpwW3MQEk/s72-c/JT+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5762281170785130023</id><published>2010-06-08T10:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:35:47.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures of when he was first born and going home from the hospital...In reverse order of course b/c I struggle with this blog and pictures :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v13icHwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XKlXq2aaxqU/s1600/JT+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440767788621570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v13icHwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XKlXq2aaxqU/s320/JT+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Home at last                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v1brSOfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/efKzorVkDd4/s1600/JT+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440760309529074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v1brSOfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/efKzorVkDd4/s320/JT+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Getting ready to enbark on the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v1C9oSII/AAAAAAAAAFM/JsH1EK_iJp0/s1600/JT+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440753675585666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v1C9oSII/AAAAAAAAAFM/JsH1EK_iJp0/s320/JT+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Swaddled and content...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v0gj9-TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZeAgBeLW9O8/s1600/JT+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440744441149746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v0gj9-TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZeAgBeLW9O8/s320/JT+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Weighing just right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v0NODryI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oG20vDyEiX0/s1600/JT+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480440739248975650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v0NODryI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oG20vDyEiX0/s320/JT+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Oh the trauma of the leaving the womb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/28634436-5762281170785130023?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5762281170785130023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5762281170785130023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5762281170785130023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5762281170785130023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the world'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/TA5v13icHwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/XKlXq2aaxqU/s72-c/JT+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7121147874253851168</id><published>2010-06-08T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:20:14.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Joseph Thomas Ickes</title><content type='html'>It was my intention to do this much sooner b/c I was waiting with baited breath to use this blog to brag on my family and provide pictures to those of you who are interested. I found however that I wanted to spend as much time with my baby when I was home and so I had little opportunity to sit down at the computer until I returned back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So starts the story of Joseph Thomas Ickes (JT for short). JT was not due until April 23 but we knew that he was coming early b/c I started dialating at 37 weeks and was having prelabor craps the week before he was born. I was ready for him to come. I was swelling and felt like death warmed over. JT decided to kick things into gear on Monday April 12 while I was at work. I noticed that my mucous plug was coming out and I called my doula to confirm my suspicions. I managed to make it through the day at work and when I got home and lied down on the couch the contractions started. They really kicked in around nine in the evening and so we called the doula again and started timing them. They got more regular and the doula came to our house to be another support. Finally around 2 AM Tuesday morning we went to the hospital hoping that we were well on our way b/c the contractions were 3-5 minutes apart. Unfortunately, when we got to the hospital I was only dialated to 2 cm but was effaced to the point that they kept me at the hospital. So began the regimen of walking the halls, sitting on the birthing ball, standing and bathroom runs. This continued for another 13 hours. I eventually had to have some pain medicine b/c JT and I were getting tired and needed to rest. We labored and eventually had take some pitocin to try and get dilated from a 7 to a 10 with the doctor saying that if it didn't happen within the hour that it would be a C-section. Well, it finally came and we started pushing. Unfortunately, JT got a little crooked and it was 3 hours of pushing. I was a little disheartening when the lady in the next room started pushing at the sametime as me and 45 minutes later had a baby and mine felt like an eternity to get out. JT finally graced us with his presence at 2 AM Wednesday April 14, 2010. He was perfect!!! He was healthy and one of the first things he did was pee on the nurses. He is his father's son :) Unfortunately for me, my placenta was stuck and the doctor was not able to get it out and so after 30 hours of labor and 3 hours of pushing I had to go into surgery in order for them to get the placenta out. So I held JT and tried to nurse really fast before I had to go have a D&amp;amp;C. Apparently, I was losing a lot of blood and almost had to have a blood transfusion but by the grace of God I did not. I was finally in my room by around 4 AM and never been happier b/c our baby had gotten here safely and was healthy. I would have never been able to get through it without Rusty and my doula being there through the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were about a million things I was thankful for on that day. I was thankful that Rusty's parents and my parent's were able to be there when he was born and have time to get each other better. I was thankful for the two nurses that I had. They were awesome!!! I was thankful for Rusty and how well he did through the whole thing. I was thankful for my doula that walked and walked with me and helped to support Rusty and I while we were in the trenches. I was thankful for the special time I had with JT just him and I Wednesday morning while his daddy slept. I was thankful for all the visitors and gifts that we got. What a blessing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7121147874253851168?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7121147874253851168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7121147874253851168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7121147874253851168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7121147874253851168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-of-joseph-thomas-ickes.html' title='The Story of Joseph Thomas Ickes'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1395017810324197547</id><published>2010-03-16T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:51:58.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 1/2 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>I am in the final count down.  I had an ultrasound today and everything looks good.  He is in just the right position and it was cute b/c he got the hickups during the untrasound.  I am hanging in there.  Of course we decided to try and fix up our house to put on the market so we have been staying busy painting, putting new floors down and putting stuff in storage.  It is taking longer than we would have liked and I am getting more and more useless.  Thankfully, I am still able to paint (no heavy lifting involved).  Our hope is to sell our house and be able to buy something a bigger that is around the same morgage payment as we are paying right now.  I remind myself that God is in control of it all, including timing.  I am getting more and more uncomfortable but I think that is good b/c it has made me anxious to get to meet this little man but not too early I keep reminding him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the due date closes in, I find that we are in need of prayer.  We had hoped that Rusty would have found employment by now but he hasn't.  I am at a loss of what to do about daycare b/c we just have no way of paying for it and don't know who we would even go to.  I have to say that I hate the fact that he is going to have to go to daycare at so little but right now there are few options for us.  We still need to get his room cleaned out and ready.  I realize that we are little behind in this aspect considering a lot of people have this done at around six months or so.  I am hoping to do some of it when my family is here visiting during their Spring Break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting very excited to meet him even though there are questions about how in the world we are going to pay for everything.  But there are several things ihat are for sure God knows, God is in control, God can do anything, and God is our provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next blog will be reports of being in labor and his arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1395017810324197547?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1395017810324197547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1395017810324197547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1395017810324197547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1395017810324197547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-12-weeks-to-go.html' title='5 1/2 weeks to go'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-9013093493665943968</id><published>2010-02-03T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:58:46.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the funky text by the picture.  Silly blogger does't preview like it actually shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-9013093493665943968?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/9013093493665943968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=9013093493665943968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/9013093493665943968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/9013093493665943968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2167109969630896575</id><published>2010-02-03T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:57:05.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/S2nFou0cSzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RrElnbnUi-Y/s1600-h/boots,pregnancy+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434091728952642354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/S2nFou0cSzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RrElnbnUi-Y/s400/boots,pregnancy+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my monthly check up yesterday and everything is looking good.  No gestational diabetes, yippee.  My iron looks good and everything sounds good.  Here is an updated picture, not professional but better than nothing.  I am thankful for each week that goes by b/c that means we are getting that much closer to getting to meet the little guy.  I am amazed at how people feel that being pregnant gives them free rein to start up conversations and ask you questions like they have known you before.  It does get a little disheartening when all you hear is how big you are getting.  My advice to all is to just tell a pregnant person how great they look.  That is what they need to hear :)  Thanks for all for the continued prayer and support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2167109969630896575?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2167109969630896575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2167109969630896575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2167109969630896575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2167109969630896575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/02/28-weeks-and-counting.html' title='28 weeks and counting'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/S2nFou0cSzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RrElnbnUi-Y/s72-c/boots,pregnancy+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7381855167330778002</id><published>2010-01-06T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:51:48.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking good</title><content type='html'>Had my monthly check up with the doc and everything is looking good.  I am on track on weight and belly size.  The heartbeat is steady and strong.  Thanks for the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7381855167330778002?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7381855167330778002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7381855167330778002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7381855167330778002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7381855167330778002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-good.html' title='Looking good'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5241423313209555545</id><published>2009-12-31T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:57:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SzzzL7aiyVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EdSXMU-okX4/s1600-h/RustyLaura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421475437700368722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SzzzL7aiyVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EdSXMU-okX4/s400/RustyLaura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In amazement it is the last day of 09 and soon approaching 2010. This last year has been eventful but yet seems uneventful at the same time. Our prayers for the next year is that Rusty will find steady employment, a healthy baby boy will be born on his due date, and that we will grow in our relationship with God, with each other, with our families and our friends. That we would be thankful in all things and continue to have teachable hearts throughout the ups and downs. Our prayers for you is that you would be blessed with love, relationship, provision, and a thankful/content heart this new year. Love to all this new year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Rusty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28634436-5241423313209555545?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5241423313209555545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5241423313209555545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5241423313209555545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5241423313209555545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SzzzL7aiyVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EdSXMU-okX4/s72-c/RustyLaura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8991281608513219260</id><published>2009-12-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:08:57.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc6Ke8uBI/AAAAAAAAADk/MGuGqxjwSSs/s1600-h/100_2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416032549950240786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc6Ke8uBI/AAAAAAAAADk/MGuGqxjwSSs/s320/100_2868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc5ovwCBI/AAAAAAAAADc/RwvTdzZ6mQc/s1600-h/100_2874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416032540893906962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc5ovwCBI/AAAAAAAAADc/RwvTdzZ6mQc/s320/100_2874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc5SFZg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/a0b6T8igzYo/s1600-h/Baby+Bump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416032534810690482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc5SFZg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/a0b6T8igzYo/s320/Baby+Bump.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that I would write a little note this year.  I know that for most of us that it was a year filled with joys and sorrows.  We for the most part are doing pretty well.   Last year, at this time, Rusty was laid off from his job as a drafter.  In some ways it was a blessing b/c he was having to work in Grand Junction and be gone during the week.  It also gave him time to finish the remodel on our bathroom before our holiday guests arrived.  He was unemployed until around May and started working for a ranch locally where he worked up until the middle of November.  He enjoyed it immensely and has manged to accumulate two horses, another dog, and various tack.  He rediscovered his love for horses and working outdoors.  Unfortunately, it has come to an end and we are back to wondering what to do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still working for the Center for Mental Health in Montrose.  In April, I finished all my hours and obtained my license in counseling.  After all the hoops and paperwork, I am very proud of myself for finally getting it.  Thankfully, it came at just the right time b/c I got a sizeable raise.  So by the grace of God, we have stayed above water financially and have become very aware of how to be thankful for the little things like food, shelter, and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake is now six years old and started kindergarten this year.  He loves riding the school bus and informed me that he "knew that he was going to have fun but he was learning a lot too."  He has started wanting to know how to spell everything and tries to figure out that letters are in words.  It is fun to watch his mind grasp all of these new things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are happy to announce that we are going to have a new addition come to our family the end of April.  We are around five months pregnant and very excited about having a little one in our home.  So far, the baby looks healthy and has a good strong heart beat.  We are, however, in a quandary about where we are going to fit baby stuff due to the fact that we are at max capacity in our home currently but we will fugure something out.  We are just so thankful for this new life that all the stresses pale in comparison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with the ups and downs, we got to take a few trip this year.  In April, we got to take my grandmother to California to celebrate with my aunt and uncle their 30th wedding anniversary.  In August, Rusty and Blake got to experience their first major league baseball game at Coors field and watch the Rockies win.  In September, Rusty and I joined my mom and sister in Steamboat Springs to enjoy the fall colors and just get away.  We also got to take a couple of trips to Durango for a family reunion and a friend's wedding over the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope that you all have a wonderful holiday and a year full of blessings.  We hope to see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rusty, Laura, Blake, and Baby Ickes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28634436-8991281608513219260?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8991281608513219260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8991281608513219260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8991281608513219260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8991281608513219260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-letter-2009.html' title='Christmas Letter 2009'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/Symc6Ke8uBI/AAAAAAAAADk/MGuGqxjwSSs/s72-c/100_2868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4854485205772206198</id><published>2009-12-04T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:51:47.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way</title><content type='html'>I just had my 20 week check up.  I am officially half way with the pregnancy and have started feeling the little man kick and he is active.  We got to have the ultrasound tech train on us with the 3-D ultrasound pictures and the little guy likes to keep his hands around his face.  On one of them he had his little finger on his lip like he was thinking.  We also got to see him moving his jaw like he was eating.  It was very cute.  Everything is going great and I am feeling really good.  I was having trouble with my back but a few weeks of physical therapy helped that a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the homefront, Rusty is officially back on unemployment and searching for a job while working as many odd jobs as he can get.  We are starting to have a pattern of unemployment starting in December...not the best timing :(  We are hopeful and trusting that God will provide.  We have our house all decorated and got to have outside lights, which made Rusty very excited.  He is going to be riding his horse in the parade on Saturday and I am in a quandry of whether I want to ride on his float or watch the parade.  All I know is that it is going to be cold and possibly snowy.  We have a wedding coming up for a good friend and family functions.  Not looking forward too much to the family functions b/c had a little altercation with one of Rusty's cousins.  Well really it was her yelling at me and me trying to defuse the situation.  But needless to say it has made things awkward and trying to limit my contact if possible.  That is about it for right now.  Happy Christmas!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4854485205772206198?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4854485205772206198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4854485205772206198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4854485205772206198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4854485205772206198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-way.html' title='Half way'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6934132756270109806</id><published>2009-11-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:13:17.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord. We got the results back from the amnio and everything looks normal with no evidence of abnormalities. We also got the results that the baby is for sure a boy. We are totally stoked. We met with a doula last night that we really liked and I am glad to have that added support throughout the pregnancy to make sure that I am doing everything to keep the baby healthy and me healthy and to have a healthy delivery. Rusty told Blake about the baby last weekend and he was pretty ambivolent about it. He thought that being an older brother wouldn't be too bad but when Rusty said that he could be an older brother like his, he told Rusty that "sometimes my brothers are mean". It is so funny how kids brains work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Rusty might have a lead on a job. He met with a guy from Colorado Workforce yesterday and got his resume and cover letter sent to him last night. We are hopeful that this might lead to something but one can never tell. All we know is that Rusty is getting fewer and fewer paid days at his current job. This time has been a good lesson in how to live day by day and appreciate that our needs are met for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the prayers and I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6934132756270109806?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6934132756270109806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6934132756270109806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6934132756270109806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6934132756270109806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/11/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6780667662989855789</id><published>2009-11-02T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:06:42.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>It has come time to make the big annoucement that we are pregnant. I am 15 weeks and everything looks good. I have had three ultrasounds and have gotten to hear the heartbeat twice. It is a good heartbeat and nothing looks out of the ordinary. We are very excited. The due date is around April 23, 2009. We would ask for your prayers b/c I have what is called a balanced translocation with is a technical term for two of my chromosomes decided swap pieces which puts us at higher risk of having birth defects. We have our amniocentisis on November 10 and would ask for prayers of protection for the baby and that baby Ickes would be healthy and whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this wonderful new, I ask for prayers. 1) for Rusty that he would find steady employment that would provide for our family. We are barely scraping by and we go week to week wondering if he will have a job next week. 2) a miracle so that I can stay home with the baby for at least three months before having to go back to work. If everything goes right I should have two months paid for by sick leave and annual leave but after that it would be no income for a month. My heart's decire is to be able to stay home or work part time but right now my income is the one that pays the bills. 3) wisdom in what to do with our house. We are busting at the seems and have no room for baby things. Right now the baby will share our room the best that we can but something is going to have to give. We are contemplating adding on but of course finances are an issues and also time. So needless to say we are not sure what to do but our house is not going to suffice for very much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both very excited but also sitting wondering how in the world God is going to pull this off. We know that his timing is perfect and that he is in control. So we sit and we wait and we trust and do what we can right now. But it is true God has provided for us each day and we have what we need for today and there is little more we can ask for. I have found that it is hard not to worry about the future and not to try and figure it out on my own, however futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for joining us in prayer and being a part of our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6780667662989855789?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6780667662989855789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6780667662989855789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6780667662989855789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6780667662989855789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4376716191771654564</id><published>2009-09-24T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:52:32.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much happening</title><content type='html'>I realized that I hadn't updated in a while. Unfortunately there has not been a ton happening. Rusty is working long hours cutting corn on the ranch. I have been working a lot it feels like. Blake has started kindergarden and loving it. He may love riding the bus to school the most. However he is learning his sound for reading and has a very nice teacher. We just celebrated his sixth birthday over the weekend. The theme was Star Wars. Wasn't that a theme when we were kids? It comes full circle I guess. I have been watching TV a lot getting started with Dancing with the Stars and Biggest Loser. They suck me in. It is pretty sad. We had a good time going to the Rockies game and seeing my mom in Denver at her new pad. It is a little resort in the middle of Denver. This weekend I am going to spend the weekend with my mom and sister in Steamboat Springs so that should be fun. I am still holding out hope that Rusty will be able to go with me rather than have to work. We will see. Thinking back on my life I think that this is the longest period of time that no big changes have happened. I haven't moved. I haven't changed jobs. It is sometimes weird b/c things are stable and the same. Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me that that would be weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4376716191771654564?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4376716191771654564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4376716191771654564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4376716191771654564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4376716191771654564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-much-happening.html' title='Not much happening'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5329742257722870453</id><published>2009-08-07T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:39:56.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a mystery</title><content type='html'>Can someone explain to me why there are periods of time where your money doesn't last like it used to?  I swear that things are more tight right now than when Rusty was unemployed.  Now how is that possible!?  Anyway God is Good.  He knows what he is doing.  This last week we have had Blake.  We have had fun playing with other kids, going to the park, and other stuff.  We partook of the Olathe Sweet Corn festival and Clint Black in concert.  It was very good (if you like country music).  Last night our homegroup went to our pastor's home and helped him with his home renouvations.  I painted with some other people while the other put down laminate flooring.  It was a good time of fellowship and serving.  Thankfully nothing is planned for this weekend so we all can catch up on sleep from this week :)  We have decided that any shyness that Blake had has disappeared.  He is the chattiest boy that I have seen and is so excited by the little things. I really am enjoying this age and can't believe that he is starting kindergarden in a few weeks.  I am excited for him however.  The next event coming up is going to Denver to see mom and go to the Rockies game with the whole family.  Should be a good time!  Later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5329742257722870453?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5329742257722870453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5329742257722870453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5329742257722870453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5329742257722870453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-mystery.html' title='Its a mystery'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4965517873205258410</id><published>2009-07-28T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:39:53.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>You know life is full of little surprises.  Last week I got to go to a training on being a facilitator for the Nurturing Parenting program where it helps families to raise their children in nurturing and not abusive homes.  You know you go to a training and just expect to learn the information.  This training was very personal and deep, which was such a surprise, but it stirred up a deep sadness.  It made me realize how much I miss having deep/vulnerable conversation.  We talked about our stresses, our fears, and our struggles.  I just realized that even after three years I continue to struggle connecting with my community.  I was talking with a co-worker about this and I think part of it has to do with the job that I do.  I have built up a wall again b/c of always being aware of confidentiality and also boundaries with client's.  I am going to have to find balance on this one.  But I sure am looking forward to facilitating the nurturing parenting classes.  I think that it will be really good and something that will teach me a lot.  On another note, I got the priveledge of watching my husband participate in a ranch rodeo.  It was tons of fun.  If anyone gets a chance to go to a ranch rodeo it is a good time.  I was very proud of my husband.  Today is our two year anniversary.  I told him last night that I can hardly believe that it  has been two years b/c it feels like so much has happened in these two years.  I do love my husband and love our life together no matter the struggles and challenges.  Life is quite the journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4965517873205258410?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4965517873205258410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4965517873205258410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4965517873205258410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4965517873205258410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8504234153460807829</id><published>2009-07-17T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:20:13.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday weekends</title><content type='html'>I have decided that holiday weekends are not the time to have a wedding.  I was in my friends wedding that was on the fourth of July.  There were several things that made it challenging.  The first was being married this time.  It is hard to take care of your responsibilities of the wedding party and keep your family entertained in the meanwhile.  It is hard to be involved in a wedding where you have lived before.  It makes it hard to visit with everyone that you want to see.  The other challenge is that your responsiblities make it so your family cannot enjoy the festivities of the holiday.  We missed the parade and going camping over the weekend.  Thankfully I will never have to plan my own wedding again but for others please don't schedule your wedding on a holiday weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8504234153460807829?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8504234153460807829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8504234153460807829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8504234153460807829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8504234153460807829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday-weekends.html' title='Holiday weekends'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8876626514414970356</id><published>2009-06-25T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:02:19.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and just plain life</title><content type='html'>As much as it is my intention to write more than once a month it never seems to happen.  I still am unable to download picture onto my computer and so my blogs are pictureless, which makes me sad.  We made it to the family reunion where all of the first cousins came together for the very first time.  The last time was in 1980 before my sister was born.  I was nice to see everyone and meet my little second cousins for the first time.  The next trip is back to Durango for a wedding of a good friend on the Fourth.  I am actually in the wedding and so have this and that I have to go to.  We will see how Rusty and Blake do with all the festivities.  I got to spend some good time with my mom and sister.  My mom came for about two weeks and Becky has been here for the month of June.  I actually was in God's perfect timing that they were here b/c Rusty and I had another miscarriage and it was nice to have them stay with me b/c Rusty had to work.  So we watched a bunch of movies.  If you think about us we (or maybe I) could use prayer.  This is the fourth miscarriage and we are fighting getting discouraged.  It is also hard b/c after each one it gets harder to tell people and so you feel more isolated.  My body doesn't know if it is coming or going.  We know that it is God's perfect timing.  I am just feeling weak, beatdown, and not myself.  I also know that God is at work and there is a reason for everything and that good will come. But it is hard not to dwell on why and why it has to be so hard for me when others have no issue.  Life is not fair and there is not a thing you can do about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8876626514414970356?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8876626514414970356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8876626514414970356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8876626514414970356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8876626514414970356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bad-and-just-plain-life.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and just plain life'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8985000416790314542</id><published>2009-05-15T06:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:06:01.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the Spring, but I love Summer more</title><content type='html'>Well, with the warmer weather and the green goodness that is on the trees and ground has brought breakthroughs in our life and is a constant reminder that the Lord brings new things and is always good.  I finally got all my paperwork to go through and have obtained my counseling license.  It was quite a process and feels like more of an accomplishment than I thought it would be.  So I am officially a Licensed Professional Counselor.  All it means for me is a pay raise, more job obligations and greater opportunity in the future.  Rusty has started working for a local ranch full-time.  That is a huge blessing.  He is loving getting to cowboy and get paid for it.  He got a horse and he just ordered his own saddle.  The boy is in heaven :) Also, we got to take a trip to visit my aunt and uncle in Cresent City, CA.  We took my grandma to be with them to celebrate their 30 wedding aniversary.  It was great to see different county and to get out of dodge for a while.  The highlight was seeing a seal in the ocean, the Redwood trees, and my uncle playing his autoharp in his Boondock Band.  I realized that this is one of the first trips that I have taken that I was really ready to come home.  Usually I just want to stay where I am.  It was a nice feeling to feel like home was a place I wanted to come back to.  Things we are looking foward to are: getting together with my family the first weekend of June in Durango, my sister coming to stay with my local grandma for a few weeks and having her for a good chunk of time, and of course any outside activities we can squeeze in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8985000416790314542?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8985000416790314542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8985000416790314542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8985000416790314542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8985000416790314542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-spring-but-i-love-summer-more.html' title='I Love the Spring, but I love Summer more'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-873879662427029760</id><published>2009-03-24T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:53:35.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much happening</title><content type='html'>I have to say that there has not been much happening as of late.  Rusty is still working out on the ranch and yet to get paid for anything.  He has his up and downs with regards to that.  He is really trying to start a business with his friend training horses for people.  I am still working on getting my licensure stuff through the system so that I can get a raise.  So that is the financial end.  Still struggling :(  Some highlights from the last month have been that we got to see some relatives from my side that I had never met and had a really good visit with them. We are looking forward to next month taking my grandma to Northern California for my aunt and uncles anniversary.  They are planning to renew their vows.  It should be a beautiful drive and nice to get away for a bit.  We are very thankful for Spring but it feels like Winter currently.  It snowed yesterday.  I hope that the cold goes away soon! Anyway, that is all for know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-873879662427029760?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/873879662427029760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=873879662427029760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/873879662427029760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/873879662427029760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-much-happening.html' title='Not much happening'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5813828244065163576</id><published>2009-02-18T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:11:59.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy</title><content type='html'>Well the latest is that Rusty is working part time for a ranch building fence.  He is also getting to ride horses and other ranch hand stuff.  He is enjoying it but unfortunately it is sporatic work and not full time but it is something.  He is getting to wear his boots and all his "cowboy" gear and is thrilled.  His finger has healed up nicely and thankfully we qualified for indigent at the hospital and was able to pay for the ER visit without going broke.  Other than that we are surviving.  My dad came to visit over the weekend and so we enjoyed time with him and watching movies.  I do love to watch movies.  We watched Appaloosa, Swing Vote, Fireproof, and Righteous Kill. Also watched Comanche Moon, Lonesome Dove, and Maclintoch. It was cute on Valentine's day Rusty and I celebrated two years together (b/c our first date was lunch on V-day). We went to the restaurant where we had our first date and the girl remembered that it was our anniversary and had us sit in the same spot we did two years ago.  It was funny. That is all for now...more later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5813828244065163576?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5813828244065163576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5813828244065163576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5813828244065163576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5813828244065163576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/02/cowboy.html' title='Cowboy'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4798674096780857013</id><published>2009-01-21T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:03:20.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Next...</title><content type='html'>Not too much has changed with us.  Rusty is still unemployed and looking but there is just not anything out there at this time.  I am hoping that with Spring on the way and the inaugeration over that things might pick up or something will change.  Last week, Rusty was building a campbox for a friend and cut a chunk of his left index finger off.  So we had an ER visit without insurance.  Thankfully I think that we will qualify for indigent and get a discount on it but will find out for sure on Friday.  I met with the lady about getting Rusty and Blake back on insurance on Monday, but unfortunately it doesn't look like he will be insured again until March.  Can I just say that health insurance makes me angry.  It is a racket with no regulations and does not serve the people who need it.  They just want to rob the ones that don't have health problems and not pay or allow the ones that need it to get it.  To have added Rusty to my insurance would have been over a thousand dollars.  Ludicrous!!!  You know it is so hard to keep taking the hits.  It is not hard to believe that God is going to take care of it.  It is not hard to believe that God is going to provide.  But it is hard not to get beat down by all the little stuff in the mean time.  I find that I just want to do nothing. I take that back I want to sleep. I don't have any energy for anything.  Poor Rusty is bored out of goard b/c he can't really do anything for another few days.  If you think about please it pray for us.  Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4798674096780857013?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4798674096780857013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4798674096780857013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4798674096780857013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4798674096780857013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-next.html' title='What Next...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-7278858361044479421</id><published>2008-12-31T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:12:33.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of 2008</title><content type='html'>As the end of the year comes and goes, I wonder about this year. In some ways it seems like a blur. I always try to thing about the year and things done. It started out pretty darn stable and it has ended not so much. At the beginning of the year, we were settled in our house, both had desk jobs, and things were flowing pretty smoothly. Rusty got back into Archery. We went to a few shoots and did stuff with other people but it didn't seem super busy. We were going along and then summer hit and things started changing in good ways it seemed at first. Rusty started getting different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oppertunities&lt;/span&gt; at work. He went on a trip to Montana and things seemed good. Then August hit. My grandfather died and we had some other losses and Rusty had to start working out of town during the week. The fall was nice and mild but Rusty was having more difficulties at work and things were good financially but it was getting more stressful. November we decided to start a remodel on our bathroom. A few weeks after that Rusty was laid off. As I reflect on the year I am just reminded of how little control we have and we cannot trust in this world. All I can think of is the verse that stated that we do not trust in chariots but in the Lord, our God. I also have to think about the word "comfortable". It seems so nice but is it what God wants for us. Does He want us to be comfortable? Does he want us to have it easy? I kind of don't think so. I say that b/c when we are comfortable and things are easy we don't grow as much. We aren't challenged. When I started the Bible study "When I lay my Isaac Down" in the Fall that God was preparing me for stuff that was coming. The kicker is that I think we have only seen the tip of the iceberg in the challenges ahead. I also know that there is a lot of good ahead and a lot of blessings ahead. And in those times that I feel overwhelmed and wondering how much more. I thank God that he is teaching me to rely on Him and His strength, and His provision. Happy New Year, all. And may you trust and depend on God in whatever comes your way this next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-7278858361044479421?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/7278858361044479421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=7278858361044479421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7278858361044479421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/7278858361044479421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-2008.html' title='The End of 2008'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-486657025842015693</id><published>2008-12-07T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:22:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is unpredictable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the journey of life continues...with this month and last month being no different.  Thanksgiving was very interesting with my maternal aunt and uncle coming unexpectedly.  The last holiday I had spent with them was about 20 years ago.  It was challenging and I had a very bad attitude on a day that I should have been nothing but thankful.  But we did beat the storm home and did not have to contend with any bad roads and got back for the homemade turkey and noodles with Rusty's family.  December has started with a bang.  Rusty got laid off from his job this last week.  But the miracle of this is that we are both very peaceful about it.  I feel like that God has something better for us and that this may have been the only way for Him to show us.  I feel that it is much better for Rusty and already his attitude has become much more positive and I love having him home all the time.  So we are just waiting for God to show us where to go and what to do.  Because all in all God is our provider not man.  As always we could use your prayer for wisdom and discernment in this time of decisions and tight finances during the holiday season.  Then on Thursday, we went to a genetic counselor b/c we had a blood test come back showing that I had some funky things going on with my chromosomes.  Come to find out I have what it called a balanced translocation where part of my 16 chromosome attached to 18 and part of 18 attached to 16.  So what that means is that some of my eggs either are missing some chromosome parts and have too many chromosome parts.  This just puts me at higher risk for further miscarriages and also for birth defects if I have a pregnancy go to term.  But the genetic counselor made it sound like that we have a good chance of having a healthy pregnancy with no complications.  So just pray that Rusty's swimmers find the healthy eggs that have all the right chromosomes.  Last, pray that we get our bathroom remodel finished.  Right now I have no toilet and no shower.  Needless to say we have been spending a lot of time at Rusty's parents :)  Love you all and Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-486657025842015693?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/486657025842015693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=486657025842015693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/486657025842015693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/486657025842015693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-unpredictable.html' title='Life is unpredictable...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5600644749692020113</id><published>2008-11-12T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:10:27.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SRsJDwN5x-I/AAAAAAAAADE/yBpaAyp2sw8/s1600-h/fam+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267814149227399138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SRsJDwN5x-I/AAAAAAAAADE/yBpaAyp2sw8/s320/fam+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the family.  We had a friend come and take family pictures in a park near our house.  I think they turned out pretty darn good.  Other news, Rusty is still working out of town and has just about hit his limit of dealing with all the crap associated with it.  So any prayer of what next for us would be appreciated.  I had a whole bunch of blood tests done to see if there was a reason for me having recurrent pregnancy losses and they found that there was something funky happening with my chromosomes.  Apparently, instead of splitting identical, one strand has too many on it and another doesn't have enough even though I have all the right things.  So we are most likely going to have to go to a Geneticist to see what that means, if anything.  On a different note, we started remodeling our bathroom.  We are combining the two since they are right next too each other to make one whole bathroom rather than two partial bathrooms.  It has become quit the project due to the plaster walls rotting, the floor rotting and no insulation in the walls.  So lets just say that demolition is taking a little longer than expected, but I think that the finished product will be nice.  I am looking foward to having the sink and the shower in the same room. Oh, and our rescued cat is pregnant, we think.  So in the next few weeks or so we could forseeably have kittens.  Anybody want one? :)  That's all for know, until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5600644749692020113?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5600644749692020113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5600644749692020113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5600644749692020113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5600644749692020113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/11/pic-of-fam.html' title='Pic of the Fam'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SRsJDwN5x-I/AAAAAAAAADE/yBpaAyp2sw8/s72-c/fam+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6615721132674683591</id><published>2008-10-20T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:52:27.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sale of all Yard Sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPzDRFkkBsI/AAAAAAAAACY/lmrIRdC-708/s1600-h/SDC10362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259293163182622402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPzDRFkkBsI/AAAAAAAAACY/lmrIRdC-708/s200/SDC10362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPzC8-DktwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AiASDMkswhA/s1600-h/SDC10352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259292817567823618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPzC8-DktwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AiASDMkswhA/s200/SDC10352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some pictures from out trip to Arizona to have a yard sale of my grandfather's and father's stuff.  It was set up like an estate sale where everything in the house had a price tag.  I want to set the stage for you.  St John's Arizona is not a very big town.  I maybe has 3000 residents maybe, no modern day emeneties, and two dollar stores.  We had the sale on Saturday and Sunday.  It was incredible b/c almost everything sold that include polished rocks, petrified wood, trickets, all the furniture, and other miscellaneous items.  My dad cleared out the garage that was full of his stuff.  Granted we took home some stuff like old home videos, Disney movies, and some of our childhood stuff.  Oh, lets not forget a cat that we found also.  My aunt and uncle from Texas came to help and my Uncle from Pennsylvania.  Rusty and I had the pleasure of driving him to Albequerque to catch his flight home.  It was nice to spend some time with him.  All in all my dad made 2 grand and so the top picture is the celebration dinner of a successful yard sale and family time together.  Oh and an update from last post.  I did finally get my house clean with a day of fun watching a pumpkin shoot, going through a corn maze, and picking pumpkins from a pumpkin patch.  Thank you Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6615721132674683591?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6615721132674683591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6615721132674683591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6615721132674683591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6615721132674683591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/10/yard-sale-of-all-yard-sales.html' title='Yard Sale of all Yard Sales'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPzDRFkkBsI/AAAAAAAAACY/lmrIRdC-708/s72-c/SDC10362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6222138906779002547</id><published>2008-10-16T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:04:51.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257871728514067490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPe2esymbCI/AAAAAAAAABo/WD1t4lWlCr0/s200/aspengrove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have been think about friendships as of late and the stuff that life throws at us.  We can not do this life alone but it is so hard to maintain good close friendships.  I know that I am having a really hard time with this.  I feel like my life is consumed by my job and I spend much of my free time trying to find the energy to do all my "chores" around the house.  I can't keep up on anything.  I can't keep my house clean. I can't keep up with all the people that I care about. I feel like I am not always there even when I am with my family.  Right now I am feeling brain dead.  I am fried and I am tired and there is nothing I can do but keep doing what I am doing and pray that I find the energy to do the things that must be done.  We cannot survive without human interaction.  I realize at this point that I am needing help but I don't know who to ask.  Everyone is just as busy as me and can keep on top of stuff.  How they do it I don't know.  I don't want to harp on my husband b/c he is gone all week working long hours and the last thing I want is for him to be bombarded with chores when he is home on the weekends.  All I want to do when I get home is nothing.  It takes all the energy that I have to do something.  All I want to do in the mornings is sleep two more hours.  I do have some friends here but I don't see or talk to them but every other week or once per month.  I have a home group but very few we have gotten close to and all super busy.  I wish that I had a friend that was a part of  my life that I saw on a regular basis and talked to on a regular basis that I know that I could call and ask to come help and I could go help her too.  But I don't.  So I continue on trying to manage and keep on top of and continue to do the things that have to be done in the hopes of getting to do some things that are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPe1qCG9rRI/AAAAAAAAABg/Xe959jVDAmM/s1600-h/sunrisewesterncolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6222138906779002547?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6222138906779002547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6222138906779002547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6222138906779002547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6222138906779002547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-i-have-been-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SPe2esymbCI/AAAAAAAAABo/WD1t4lWlCr0/s72-c/aspengrove2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5207635646635127496</id><published>2008-09-29T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:50:13.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happenings...</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking that I want to write more consistantly but then I am at a loss at times of what to write.  Sometimes I feel like not much is happening that others would be interested in even though I feel busy.  Let's see in the last few weeks Blake turned five years old and we had a Monster truck theme.  He got lots of monster trucks and was thrilled.  He displayed them for his mother to see when she came to pick him up.  He kept saying "she will be so "purised".  My sister has been going through a lot with her ex-boyfriend and having to make some really tough decisions.  I have had to use a lot of what I have learned at my job to help her through it.  Now I am paranoid about her safety and wishing that she did not live so far away.  Our small group started up and we only have one other couple coming but us and I think it is great.  To my old small group in Arkansas we are using your model and just going through the Book of Acts and just looking for what we notice and how to apply.  I miss you guys!!!  I started a Women's Bible Study and we are reading a heavy book about unthinkable circumstances and how to deal with them.  The first bummer is that there is a client from where I work in the study.  It makes is awkward for me due to  keeping confidentiality and maintaining boundaries.  The second thing hard about it that in this circumstance I really have to be careful and feel like I need to keep what I do for a living as a secret.  Reason #1: b/c it might freak some of the women out and they choose not to share.  Reason #2: they will want me to be the counselor.  Also, I keep wondering to myself why God has me in that study.  I guess time will tell.  Rusty has two more weeks of being away during the week.  I can't wait to have him home every night again.  One praise is that we had some really great neighbors move in and we had them over for dinner last night.  I absolutely adore their little three year old daughter that has decided my house is way more fun than hers and pops over whenever she can to play.  That brings much joy.  That is all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5207635646635127496?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5207635646635127496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5207635646635127496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5207635646635127496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5207635646635127496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/09/happenings.html' title='The Happenings...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5382635126749770767</id><published>2008-09-09T08:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:45:11.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am...</title><content type='html'>I took this from my friend's Sarah's Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: a child of God, lover of Jesus, lucky wife, blessed step mom, and always learning&lt;br /&gt;I think: that wisdom doesn't always come with age&lt;br /&gt;I know: that God loves me, my family loves me, and my husband loves me&lt;br /&gt;I want: to be able to give more&lt;br /&gt;I have: many faults that need worked on&lt;br /&gt;I wish: that parents didn't abuse their children&lt;br /&gt;I hate: selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I miss: my husband when he is away on work and my family&lt;br /&gt;I fear: that I may not be able to have children of my own&lt;br /&gt;I feel: very blessed&lt;br /&gt;I hear: the familiar voices of co-workers coming to work&lt;br /&gt;I smell: the lotion I just put on my hands&lt;br /&gt;I crave: something that will make me not feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;I search: for accurate information about the candidates to try and make an informed decision&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: what our world is going to look like at the end of my life time&lt;br /&gt;I regret: making financial decisions that resulted in bad debt&lt;br /&gt;I love: snuggling with my husband&lt;br /&gt;I ache: for the children and adolescents that I see that have no hope for the future&lt;br /&gt;I care: about people and their stories&lt;br /&gt;I always: worry about my weight&lt;br /&gt;I am not: a shopper&lt;br /&gt;I believe: that God is good and that He is in control&lt;br /&gt;I dance: whenever I can, especially when my dad is around&lt;br /&gt;I sing: all the time and when I am not singing, I whistle&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always: do my chores&lt;br /&gt;I fight: when I feel that there is injustice&lt;br /&gt;I write: in my journal when I need to unload and process&lt;br /&gt;I win: hardly ever; thank goodness I am not competitive&lt;br /&gt;I lose: all the time; thank goodness I am not competitive&lt;br /&gt;I never: could make up some of the stuff I hear and see at work&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: my husband on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to a lot of hurt throughout my days&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: at work or at home...but not always :)&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: of missing my purpose&lt;br /&gt;I need: help all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about: getting a reliable vehicle that meets our needs as a family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5382635126749770767?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5382635126749770767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5382635126749770767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5382635126749770767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5382635126749770767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am.html' title='I Am...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8043921772445084430</id><published>2008-09-03T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:23:24.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for September</title><content type='html'>Well I am glad that it is September.  So far it has been a good three days :)  We had a good labor day weekend.  My mom and sister and her boyfriend came to visit.  We went out to eat, played put-put golf, watched movies and had good discussions.  On Labor Day, we had Blake and celebrated Rusty's mom's birthday.  I am thankful for extra time that I have had with my sister in the last week.  We drove down together to my grandfather's funeral and it was nice to just have sister time and then she stayed with us over the weekend.  Rusty and I were blessed to get my grandfather's minivan.  It is very nice and an answer to prayer b/c the Bronco was making some suspicious sounds.  Rusty only has a couple of more weeks of being gone during the weekdays.  I have been passing my time with Olympics and National Conventions.  I have to say that this election is very interesting and confusing at the same time.  It will definately be a history maker no matter who is elected.  I just wish that it wasn't so hard to get accurate information that is not so biased and fake.  Anyway,  I digress.  So I am looking forward in the next few weeks to have my schedule be normal, have time and energy to clean my house, to have our life group start again, get plugged in with a women's group through our church and to have my husband home with me all the time.  Happy September!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8043921772445084430?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8043921772445084430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8043921772445084430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8043921772445084430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8043921772445084430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/09/hooray-for-september.html' title='Hooray for September'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-4221019128166602926</id><published>2008-08-19T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:45:43.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for September</title><content type='html'>Well the month of August has turned out to be a rough month.  Rusty and I had another miscarriage.  That was very hard and I missed a week of work.  My grandfather passed away on Sunday and my poor dad had to find him.  That made me the most sad.   And to top it all off, Rusty is going to be gone Monday through Friday for the next four to six weeks for work.  As my supervisor stated when it rains it poors.  I am trying my best to keep a positive attitude.  I know in my heart of hearts that God is in control and he a good, good God.  He has a plan and it is a great one and he it going to turn all the hard into things that bring him glory and us good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-4221019128166602926?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/4221019128166602926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=4221019128166602926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4221019128166602926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/4221019128166602926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-for-september.html' title='Ready for September'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1678959092554065259</id><published>2008-07-25T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:32:35.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Night</title><content type='html'>Let me start from the beginning.   Keifer was our family cat.  Rusty had had Keifer for roughy 14 years.  He was one of those cats that was a cuddler.  He was a big cat and had good vocal cords and would let you know when things were not going his way.  He was Rusty's cat until we got married and then he became more my cat.  We would snuggle at night and he liked to sleep sprawled on my neck or shoulder or tucked under my arm.  Well last night Keifer got sick all of a sudden and then started breathing really heavy.  I contacted the on call vet and we were going to just keep an eye on him.  Then about fifteen minutes later, Keifer started throwing up blood and so I called my in-laws to come and stay at the house b/c I had Blake and didn't want to wake him up in the middle of the night to take the cat to the vet.  So my father-in-law stayed at the house and my mother-in-law came with me to the vet. (You may be wondering where Rusty is.  He is currently working up in Wyoming/Montana this week and won't be home until next week).  But Keifer had already passed away by the time we made it the Vet.  He apparently had a heart aneurism and died in less than a hour of getting sick.  It was sad but I am glad that he went quickly and that Rusty and Blake didn't have to see him sick and can just remember him as the fun, beautiful, full of personality cat that he was.  Blake and I joked this morning that Keifer was up with God a young cat just running around outside and having fun.  Bye, Keifer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1678959092554065259?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1678959092554065259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1678959092554065259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1678959092554065259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1678959092554065259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/07/rough-night.html' title='Rough Night'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1843495419426178043</id><published>2008-07-16T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:39:24.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>Please refer to previous blog.  I meant that I had NO depression.  Not that I was depressed :)  OOPS :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1843495419426178043?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1843495419426178043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1843495419426178043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1843495419426178043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1843495419426178043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/07/miscommunication.html' title='Miscommunication'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1096111114438584060</id><published>2008-07-16T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:38:05.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Thirties</title><content type='html'>Well I am officially no longer in my twenties.  I manages to get through my thirtieth birthday with depression in regards to getting on year older.  I am not together surprised b/c I haven't had difficulty with any other age.  But I did get to thinking about what happened in the last 10 years and it seems like forever ago since I turned twenty.  I remember how happy I was not to be in my teens anymore.  The rest of my twenties are slightly a blur and I can't remember much of what I did during that time.  There was a lot that changed during that time however.  I moved a ton of times, had several different jobs, lots of family changes, went to graduate school, started a career, got married, and grew leaps and bounds in the Lord.  I am thoroughly convinced that the twenties are for self discovery and are jammed packed full of changes.  I have enjoyed my twenties but I think that I am ready for my thirties.  It just makes you wonder what in the world is going to happen in the next 10 years ?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1096111114438584060?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1096111114438584060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1096111114438584060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1096111114438584060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1096111114438584060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-thirties.html' title='Hello Thirties'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1838142234358190119</id><published>2008-07-09T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:46:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>Rusty, Blake and I went for a five day camping trip to the area around Lake City.  We had a good time fishing, hiking, hanging out with family, and watching the fire works.  Rusty's aunt, uncle, cousin, cousin's friends, and dad came up a few days after us and we had a good time.  Blake was a trooper and was so proud that we went for five days.  It was time for us to go home on the fifth day however. Blake was having more melt downs and fantom stomach pains and it was reported that the rain set in.  We took our two dogs who managed to run off a few times but always found their way home.  We had only had the one dog for about a week and she had a harder time with following directions than Tanner.  Blake informed me when we got home that we didn't have to poop in a hole anymore.  That is when you know you really went camping :)  I am still amazed at the amount of laundry after camping b/c you have to wash the clothes that weren't worn b/c they still got dirty.  I think this will probably become a family tradition.  Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1838142234358190119?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1838142234358190119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1838142234358190119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1838142234358190119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1838142234358190119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/07/camping-trip.html' title='Camping Trip'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5914961746352502195</id><published>2008-06-25T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:01:20.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition</title><content type='html'>We have a new addition to our family.  It is a one year old lab mix dog named Cloe.  We had some friends that didn't want her anymore due to not being able to spend enough time with her to train her.  She is much smaller than Tanner (thank goodness) but it is a house full with two dogs and a cat.  Rusty is very excited to have two bird dogs and Cloe is learning fast the rules of the house and learning how to heel on her leash.  It should be an adventure, we are taking Blake  and the two dogs camping for five days.  I'll let you know how it goes.  By the way anyone, how do you post pictures in your blog?  I am not the most technilogically inclined :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5914961746352502195?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5914961746352502195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5914961746352502195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5914961746352502195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5914961746352502195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-addition.html' title='New Addition'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-3957152471185942188</id><published>2008-06-23T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:40:13.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trips/Birthday parties</title><content type='html'>We made it to go see my grandpa in Arizona.  It was a lot of driving through a lot of nothingness.  That is the desert for you.  We drove down there on Friday and got in around 6 PM.  Left his house with my dad at 5 AM to drive to Phoenix to get my grandpa's fifth wheel.  We got into Phoenix around 8 AM and then left at around 10 AM.  The temp was at 105 when we were heading out.  We got back to St John's at around 3 PM and then were back on the road at 5:30 AM and got back to Montrose at around 12 PM.  Lots of road time, but it sure was nice to get back in Colorado with all the green and the cool, fresh air of the mountains.  It was refreshing.  Then at 3 PM we had our niece's first birthday party with lots of people, kids and presents.  She got all kinds of presents but I was so excited when she was the most interested in the book that she got from us.  I wanted to say "see all is not lost with our youth."  What was sad was that was the only book.  But she got a lot of the Leap Frog stuff that makes noises and has lights and is educational.  So, not terrible.  It was a busy weekend which made for a rough Monday morning :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-3957152471185942188?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/3957152471185942188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=3957152471185942188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/3957152471185942188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/3957152471185942188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-tripsbirthday-parties.html' title='Road Trips/Birthday parties'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6051057579775586499</id><published>2008-06-10T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:39:03.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest...</title><content type='html'>So the verdict on the car is that it is not worth fixing.  I was right the engine went and to fix it would cost more than the car is worth.  So we are down to a Ford Bronco (not exactly fuel efficient).  So that means no long road trips for this chick for a time.  On the same day that we found out about the car, we found out that our cat has diabetes and has to be given shots twice per day and that Blake broke his arm jumping on a trampoline.  It was a very expensive day :)  On a brighter note over memorial day weekend we went on our first backpacking trip to the National Monument.  The weather cooperated and we walked our legs off and had a good time.  We have also gotten to go mountain biking a few times now up near Grand Junction and have had good times doing that.  We are just trucking through life it seems and nearing our first year anniversary.  Pretty crazy!  We are looking forward to going to visit my grandpa in Arizona in a couple of weeks.  He has been sick and it is just time.  This is a time that finances be damned family is too important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6051057579775586499?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6051057579775586499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6051057579775586499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6051057579775586499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6051057579775586499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/06/latest.html' title='The Latest...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5779341473037300095</id><published>2008-05-15T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:38:37.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Saga</title><content type='html'>So, I know most of you know the trouble that I have had with my car.  I have put a new transmission in it, a new fuel system, a new muffler, two new mirrors, had to bypass the keys system so that I could afford extra keys, a new clutch, a new radiator, etc.  I thought that I had finally fixed everything and I would have a period of not having to fix my car.  Wrong.  The other night it just decided to start making this horrible clanking noise and not start.  I think that the engine has finally went.  That is the only thing that I haven't fix in it.  The thing that gets me is that the car is a 2001.  Not that old!  Things are just not made like they used to be.  The other ironic thing is that we had called this week to get knew tires for it today.  It died yesterday.  Ugggh!  So the money we would use to get tires will know have to go to getting it fixed AGAIN!  I hate motorized vehicles.  Thankfully we are almost completely non dependent on our vehicles.  Rusty and I can walk to work, the grocery, the library, downtown, and anywhere else we can ride our bikes.  So there you stupid car you can't stop us!  Other than make us broke :(  Where is a rich relative when I need one :)  Oh well, so goes life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5779341473037300095?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5779341473037300095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5779341473037300095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5779341473037300095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5779341473037300095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/05/car-saga.html' title='Car Saga'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-6431165420880862895</id><published>2008-04-23T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:02:56.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rusty talked about doing a letter to the editor.  I decided I would vent on my blog.  Since we move to our house in town.  We both are either walking or riding out bikes to work almost daily.  Here is my gripe.  I have almost been hit by a car twice!  That is right twice.  I was over half way across the crosswalk this most recent time.  I could have knocked on the lady's car window before she saw me.  I have decided that we as a society don't feel that we really have to stop at stop signs.  Most cars I see only slow down but rarely stop.  It makes me concerned about the children who are walking to school and it makes me disenchanged further with our society.  No one stops for pedectians anymore!  No one stops behind the crosswalk anymore!  If we want people to stop driving and use alternative transportation then we had better start making using those alternatives safer and user friendly.  I am afraid of riding my bike b/c of the likelyhood of getting killed is very high.  I just wish that people did not feel that they were above the laws but respected them and also other people.  The character of our society is going down hill fast and this is one of the glaring examples of how.  Ok, now I feel better.  Thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-6431165420880862895?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/6431165420880862895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=6431165420880862895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6431165420880862895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/6431165420880862895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/04/soap-box.html' title='Soap Box'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-1987296661815417011</id><published>2008-04-04T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:09:23.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Medical Development</title><content type='html'>...the story of the fat lip...so since I was around 16 years old I developed this cyst on my lip that is a "mucus cyst" according to the doctors.  I had is removed at one time in my teens but it decided to come back.  It has never really been a problem until about a week ago.  It just started to get bigger and get more annoying and was chewing on it constantly.  Anyway, on Monday it decided to rupture internally and caused a very nice bruise as well as get bigger.  So I looked like I had a fat lip with a bruise.  Ironically Rusty hurt his wrist playing golf and thought that he had broke something due to the pain.  I thought to myself...Great people are going to think Rusty hit me and hurt his wrist...there is a great way to get rumors going...anyway, yesterday I met with the ear, nose and throat specialist and had it removed.  Time must make you forget b/c I do not remember it hurting that bad or looking this bad.  So now I have a fat lip, that is bloody, bruised and has stitches.  GREAT!!!  Thankfully today it doesn't look as bruised but it still swollen.  I just keep wondering what my client's think...looking at my face and wondering what in heaven's name is wrong with that girl's face or what kind of fight did she get into.  It was also very interesting that it took people at work a while to notice and then another waiting time to finally ask what was wrong with my lip...somewhat awkward telling them I have cyst in my lip...you just never know what life is going to deal you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-1987296661815417011?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/1987296661815417011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=1987296661815417011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1987296661815417011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/1987296661815417011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/04/recent-medical-development.html' title='Recent Medical Development'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8405545245001272568</id><published>2008-03-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:35:35.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub Cultures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are many subcultures in our world.  Some more obvious than others.  I have recently discovered the subculture of the Archer.  Let me try to paint the scene through the eyes of an innocent bystander.  It starts out with just hunting with a bow rather than a rifle.  The bow adds challenge and makes you have to get within at least 50 ft of the animal but most of the time 30 ft.  That is looking them practically in the eye balls!  Then it moves forward to competitive archery.  In competitive archery, you have the bow hunters who are just practicing all the way to pros that have numerous sponsors and a variety of bows and equipment.  I do not think people realize that this world really exists but it does.  But there is not just one thing to shoot at, oh no, that would be too simple.  They have several targets that include three spots and five spots, with each spot equally different points.  The goal is get the highest score with the most Xs.  It doesn't stop at paper targets, then you get to 3D targets.  You have targets that look like elk, turkeys, moose, deer, dinosaurs, snakes, racoons, sheep etc... arranged in a variety of positions on hills, in trees, in bushes, and around rocks.  Oh but it doesn't stop there, now you have different classes for which sights you use, which bows you use, and how you shoot the bow whether with your fingers or with a release.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that you are wondering how I know about this subculture.  I married into it.  It is facinating and one that I will potentially dabble in.  Anyway I thought that I would assist in the broadening of your cultural awareness:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8405545245001272568?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8405545245001272568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8405545245001272568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8405545245001272568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8405545245001272568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2008/03/sub-cultures.html' title='Sub Cultures...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-2895087040094001394</id><published>2007-11-29T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:58:34.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am always amazed at how life works and how we are none of us exempt from the good parts and the hard.  There has been much that has happened since we took our vows in July.  We went on our honeymoon and stayed in a quaint little cabin and enjoyed nature and riding our mountain bikes.  Rusty realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Telluride&lt;/span&gt; wasn't such a bad place and we both wished we had more vacation time.  We got home from the honeymoon and my grandmother decided that it was best for all that we find our own home to live in.  We had knew that this was coming but didn't know how to broach the question and so again God showed himself in control.  Well, starting in August we started our search for shelter :) We went through all our options and decided that buying a house would be best.  What a process!  It was a good dose of reality and a shark realization of how people and society are living beyond their means.  We were blessed to find a house that was centrally located to where Rusty and I can both walk to work.  We moved in in the middle of October.  It took me over a month to decorate and it has started feeling like our home.  In the midst of moving in and all the other transitions, we learned that we were pregnant.  It came as a surprise as we were not planning on it at this time, but we were trusting God's timing.  Well last week, I started bleeding very badly and had an ultrasound done and confirmed that we had a miscarriage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So just as we were getting adjusted to the idea of having a new addition to our family, we were having to readjust again and still trust in God's timing  and staying focused on the truth that he is in control.  We had great support from family and friends and I couldn't have been more thankful that Thanksgiving was that week and we were surrounded by my  and Rusty's family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We both are doing well and have found peace in God's grace and love.  My body is finally getting back to normal and I am feeling like myself again energy wise.  This time has just reminded me of how important it is to have family and friends that you can share the good and the hard with and be able to share LIFE with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-2895087040094001394?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/2895087040094001394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=2895087040094001394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2895087040094001394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/2895087040094001394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/11/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8907738283893932776</id><published>2007-08-17T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:37:04.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well it is official, I am married.  It was a great day!  I will start with Friday.  All lot of people came on Thursday and Friday.  The down side on all of it was the unfortunate time spend at Sam's Club and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to get food items.  My dad and the boys were hard at work roasting the hog and setting up, while Becky and I made 9 batches of yummy brownies.  The "theme" for Friday nights hog roast was all local food.  The hog was from down the road, the corn was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olathe&lt;/span&gt; Sweet Corn, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt; slaw was made from cabbage from the neighbor's garden, and the beans were homemade by a good friend (I don't know where the beans came from :) ).  The recipe for the brownies originated with one of grandma's oldest friends.  It was a great night.  There were around 100 people and there were quite  a few people that got to come Friday and not Saturday.  There was the normal group playing their guitars and normal "East Mesa" fun :)  Then Saturday started with us meeting first thing in the morning to set up the chairs and sound system and have a rehearsal.  The afternoon flew by and before I knew it we were running late and flying down the road to drop off the Bronco (hide it) and get to the ceremony to get dressed and start photos.  I got ready in about 15 minutes (my hair was done thank goodness).  I walked out to start photos and Rusty saw me and I thought that I might have to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heimlich&lt;/span&gt; b/c he choked and almost started to cry when he saw me.  It was GREAT!!  We got pictures started and thankfully got all of the family pictures done before the ceremony b/c the kids were not having pictures after.  The ceremony was perfect.  There was a huge storm coming and right when everything got started and the wind started blowing and I thought we might get slammed, but it stayed right there and the wind calmed down.  It was like God was saying I am right here, holding back the storm.  The ceremony went without a glitch.  The funniest thing was Rusty's 3 year old niece throughout the ceremony would go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of everyone to sit on a rock and could not be bothered by her dress so hiked it up for everyone to see.  Priceless :)  The reception was great.  The food was great and I had friends from work do all the serving and they did awesome.  Instead of wedding cake, we had cheesecake and there were incredible looking.  We danced and chatted.  The night went quickly but it wasn't stressful and I enjoyed every minute of it.  The only thing is that I wish everyone could have been there :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8907738283893932776?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8907738283893932776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8907738283893932776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8907738283893932776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8907738283893932776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-is-official.html' title='It is Official'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8954311518652890682</id><published>2007-07-10T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:04:12.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 YEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;So this last weekend I went to my ten year class reunion in Brush, CO.  I hadn't been in my home town since about 2000.  The nice thing about that area of the country is that it doesn't change drastically unlike the Western part of Colorado.  I really had a good time seeing everyone and catching up with classmates.  Those are some of the only people in your life that you really know their families, their parents, their siblings.  It was a very validating experience.  It was a little surreal not being recognized by people even though you feel that you haven't changed that much.  It is great to be told that you look great and to be around the people that used to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accentuate&lt;/span&gt; your insecurities and have them now validate your security in yourself.  It was just a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;confirmation&lt;/span&gt; that I have really changed and I am not the person that left Brush, CO ten years ago.  I am more fully who I am now, if that makes any sense at all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Other news, I have 2.5 weeks before the wedding day.  I am getting excited.  I am looking forward to seeing family and friends and having a good time.  I am looking forward to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; and seeing how things turn out.  I am looking forward to who actually comes and who doesn't.  I am looking forward to what makes the day unique from others, what good stories are going to come about.  I am looking forward to being "officially" married and being able to enter into the transition of marriage fully.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8954311518652890682?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8954311518652890682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8954311518652890682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8954311518652890682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8954311518652890682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-years.html' title='10 YEARS'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-8108002646029357578</id><published>2007-05-22T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:56:08.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, Life has hit worp speed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So life has gotten very busy very quickly.  I started a new position at work two weeks ago.  I love it!!!  It is M-F, regular 40 hour week with no on-call.  I have my weekends off and paid holidays.  YIPEEE!!  Granted I don't have my week off, but I am so thankful for a regular set schedule that I can make plans around.  I am the intake/access clinician at the Center for Mental Health.  I am really the gatekeeper for people that are wanting to get mental health treatment at the Center.  I will also have my own clients eventually, which will be great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The wedding plans are going well.  Thankfully that has not been stressful other than figuring out how to pay for it.  But that will get taken care of over time.  Rusty and I are doing great!  We are doing a parenting class and also pre-marital counseling.  We really like the pre-marital counseling.  We are ready for the parenting class to be done.  It is done through the department of health and human services and has much to be desired (in my clinical opinion ;) ).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We are trying to stay focused on our relationship and our hope is to have a fun get together that is called a wedding that we get to enjoy our friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do have some prayer requests. The first is that you would pray for Rusty's son Blake.  We have been having trouble with his mother and had to go to a lawyer in order to submit a parenting plan to the court so that she could not change visitation on a whim.  That has been one of the most stressful things I have ever been through.  Second, for our families that they will be able to let go and transition through this time of change.  Third, Rusty has a job interview tomorrow for a much better job.  We are praying that he gets it and can leave where he is working.  It is just an unhealthy business that has unhealthy business practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks!!!  I hope that I get to see some of you this summer in Colorado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More later...Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-8108002646029357578?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/8108002646029357578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=8108002646029357578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8108002646029357578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/8108002646029357578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-life-has-hit-worp-speed.html' title='Man, Life has hit worp speed!'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-3566518845156953670</id><published>2007-04-03T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:03:59.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am engaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well life has taken another large turn.  But man this is a turn that I have been waiting for a LONG TIME!  I am not sure where to begin other than God is amazing!!!!!  Rusty and I started dating on February 14.  Our first date we went out to lunch and ended up talking for four hours.  We went out a few more times and then I took him to Durango to meet my dad and help with a building project Dad was working on.  After that weekend, we have been pretty inseperable.  A few weeks ago, we were taking our daily walk and Rusty asked me if I saw us together forever and I could say without a doubt that I could.  Well, this weekend my sister and Dad came up for a visit.  Rusty was able to talk with my dad and proposed to my on Saturday afternoon in my Grandmother's kitchen.  We were alone and he just couldn't wait any longer and he got down on one knee and asked if I would marry him.  Of course, I said YES!  We went into the Den and told my Dad and sister, both of whom where shocked!  Then his family, who already knew what he was going to do,  came over for dinner and we were all able to celebrate.  It was cool b/c Saturday was his grandparents wedding aniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His family and my family are very excited.  I am surprised at how fast it happened but I don't feel like we are rushing anything.  It is so weird.  All the little details that were orchestrated by God for us to meet and the little details that were answered for us to fit together is mind boggling.  I met Rusty b/c his mother is my supervisor at work.  His sister also works in the same office.  It is funny b/c it took him about six months to work up the courage to ask me out :)  God had really been working in his heart and brought us together at just the right time in his walk and in mine.  We both love the outdoors and being active.  He is very handy around the house and you all know my propensity toward manual labor :)  He has a three year old son but he is a good dad and love kiddos.  We started going to a good church in town and started going to a small group of four other couples.  The timing on everything has been perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am so excited about the future and excited to share this fun time and transition with all of you.  I promise I will post a picture as soon as I get one and figure out how to post it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More details to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-3566518845156953670?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/3566518845156953670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=3566518845156953670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/3566518845156953670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/3566518845156953670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-engaged.html' title='I am engaged!'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-529691304438964553</id><published>2007-03-16T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:35:04.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How quickly things can change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, in the last month things have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; taken a turn.  Thankfully I can say that they are all very good turns.  I am just amazed at how quickly life can change and switch directions.  You spend so much time thinking things are never going to change and then voila! things change.  I think one can only appreciate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amazingness&lt;/span&gt; of this when you contemplate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amazingness&lt;/span&gt; of God and how intimately and intricately He is involved in each individual life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first turn that has happened is that God brought a man into my life.  Talk about shift in thinking.  It is a new relationship, but the more we are together the more we want to be together and so I am feeling pretty darn good about it.  That in and of itself is amazing.  This relationship is not stressful.  It isn't hard work.  We just enjoy each other.  I am almost worried b/c it is too easy.  Silly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The second interesting turn is that I met my "boyfriend" b/c he is my supervisor's son at work.  Minor complication.  So b/c of that and b/c we are getting more serious I have applied for another position at my job.  This job would be a normal schedule with the perks of paid holidays and paid vacation.  It would include me doing more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intensive&lt;/span&gt; clinic work with clients as well as doing intakes for people that are wanting mental health services.  What is funny about this is that this position is perfect for me, but I would have never applied for it if God hadn't brought someone new into my life.  His plan is perfect and his timing is perfect and I hope that I am continually amazed by how personal he is and how close he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is the latest.  FYI the weather has been BEAUTIFUL and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-529691304438964553?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/529691304438964553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=529691304438964553' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/529691304438964553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/529691304438964553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-quickly-things-can-change.html' title='How quickly things can change...'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-5467663744969982561</id><published>2007-02-23T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:05:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing, again!</title><content type='html'>We have had a week of really nice weather and today it started snowing.  I am instantly disheartened.  I want it to get warm so bad!  I keep reminding myself everyday that the days are only getting longer and are only going to get warmer (sort of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to enjoy the winter weather a few weeks ago.  A friend from Germany came and spent the week with me.  We spent four days skiing the slopes at three different ski resorts.  We went to two different natural hot springs and took two snow shoeing expeditions.  We had a great time enjoying God's creation and each others company.  She is one that just enjoys every little detail of life and takes tons of pictures.  We drove probably seven hundred miles in five days in just Western Colorado.  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for the randomness, but lately I have been contemplating the season of Lent and why we celebrate it and how it is celebrated.  It has been very interesting.  I have been contemplating how I can celebrate this season.  It is a season that symbolizes so many things.  It symbolizes Jesus' journey to the cross and the celebration of his life and the overcoming of sin.  It is a season of reflection to recognize how our own sin instigated that journey and how we are on that journey ourselves.  It is a season of renewal, recognizing the new life that we have, seeing spring in our own spirits were there is new growth showing after a season of winter.  It is a season of refocusing of what is important and kind of doing spring cleaning in our hearts, minds, and spirits.  I had never really put much thought into this tradition and season until this year, but now that I have I am again reminded of the amazing love of our Father, the incredible sacrifice of Jesus, and the amazing gift of the Holy Spirit.  I have of late really been reconciling myself to my own weakness and vulnerability.  My own humanness scares me.  But God, is my strength.  He defends me.  He protects me.  He is dependable and trustworthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all of us in this time of reflecting on the journey of Jesus to the cross are further  reconciled to who we are and who God is and who we are in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-5467663744969982561?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/5467663744969982561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=5467663744969982561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5467663744969982561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/5467663744969982561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-snowing-again.html' title='It&apos;s snowing, again!'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28634436.post-116855335717608850</id><published>2007-01-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:09:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the holiday season is over.  Although you wouldn't tell it by my house b/c I have yet to take the Christmas decorations down.  I think that I am not going to get in a hurry about it either.  This years holiday season would be rated as fair to good.  Grandma and I made it to Denver for Christmas squeezing in between the two gigantic snow storms.  Don't get me wrong I had my fair share of horrible traffic and bad roads, but not unbearable.  I sure was glad to get back over the mountain where the pace is a bit slower and there are far fewer people :)  My favorite present this year was a heated mattress pad,  Divine!, and a warm, cute hat to keep my head warm in the subarctic weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For New Year's Eve, I took the day off from work and went snow shoeing.  We walked for about six miles.  It was fun but heaven's my body was feeling it.  I do love snow shoeing.  Then that night I went with some friends to a New Year's party where I learned to Black Jack and danced in the New Year.  I am always amazed at my difficiancy with number.  Really, is it so hard to count to 21?  I sure think so :)  On New Year's day, I hybernated in my room under a heated blanket and really tried to reflect on the year past and what I want in the present year.  It was so refreshing to journal again.  I haven't done it in so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God has really been reminding me here lately that He is my first love.  That he is the source of all of my needs and He is sufficiant.  What a good reminder.  What a refreshing reminder.  He really is good!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some fun highlights of the last few weeks were: throwing a good friend a birthday bash with enchiladas, margaritas, and homemade carrot cake.  It was so fun!  I love cooking and throwing parties.  Who knew :) ; my dad coming to visit over the weekend and just hanging out watching football, reading books and making Chili; and awaiting future adventures to come in the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28634436-116855335717608850?l=laurabashor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/feeds/116855335717608850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28634436&amp;postID=116855335717608850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/116855335717608850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28634436/posts/default/116855335717608850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurabashor.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Laura Ickes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03977921019433579130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p9wkrf2vZ5E/SGKGW1NT2QI/AAAAAAAAABY/IZjeaHMwMN0/S220/IMG_0564.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
