tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30320134051216079572024-03-04T20:11:28.561-08:00House of HomerHomer?? Really?? Yes, Really...our home will likely not escape perpetually being associated with The Simpson's... maybe it's because of the 6 foot cardboard cut out of Homer sitting in our stairwell, I don't know...
This blog is a way to share our lives with family and friends (bragging and too many pictures of our INCREDIBLE and ADORABLE children), a fun expression of thoughts and ideas, and a journal of rants, desires, joys and blessings.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.comBlogger246125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-29250987489522687602011-01-01T22:45:00.000-08:002011-01-01T23:02:02.269-08:00Amazing ZakeausCliche or no, these kids are growing up way too fast!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Happy 5th Birthday to Zakeaus!</span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0eTrBWM4HO15PWPUcAOyLujyGzEIWQhw24Fj1lIu8Sb0BJiOZJ2c5YfTOrP0cDEZoIMm1SlquHJAuoLhOCV_g0eu4d7jwe04joLyRde-BTauW6etTemE3NYvbZoj2mfox8RLGY6ri4N8/s1600/100_1364.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0eTrBWM4HO15PWPUcAOyLujyGzEIWQhw24Fj1lIu8Sb0BJiOZJ2c5YfTOrP0cDEZoIMm1SlquHJAuoLhOCV_g0eu4d7jwe04joLyRde-BTauW6etTemE3NYvbZoj2mfox8RLGY6ri4N8/s400/100_1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557478399843631218" border="0" /></a><br />Sweet and silent (like his daddy)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvP8e6qDZc0pfcyJW0hUcdQ2SGr0HjR4rUTwz1VRQxxYuOOijPqg6j9-ngOJlPYo2980WaNMDdIlHIj39BkLSn7ssFxz_nAVLGH88O5aRADdM1iZlNmK4F-sc3xmh0YfZTyiVYs2gJRcg/s1600/100_0144.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdvP8e6qDZc0pfcyJW0hUcdQ2SGr0HjR4rUTwz1VRQxxYuOOijPqg6j9-ngOJlPYo2980WaNMDdIlHIj39BkLSn7ssFxz_nAVLGH88O5aRADdM1iZlNmK4F-sc3xmh0YfZTyiVYs2gJRcg/s400/100_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557476952263999810" border="0" /></a><br />Budding engineer<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPj9oKhguep2-t1hIK9Q21xKdyskk9p8JLhFGk44Pbpg9uYl6Nvz_8nzek-SMkiJ1qFD8WiHHDnIefKPn-MDs1_pEVnfOSSp1NV23RuaPFiJKpXiyg_uwfldodkrjjbHcJuLBpf0Vcq81H/s1600/127.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPj9oKhguep2-t1hIK9Q21xKdyskk9p8JLhFGk44Pbpg9uYl6Nvz_8nzek-SMkiJ1qFD8WiHHDnIefKPn-MDs1_pEVnfOSSp1NV23RuaPFiJKpXiyg_uwfldodkrjjbHcJuLBpf0Vcq81H/s400/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557478389812155618" border="0" /></a><br />Joyful servant<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELh7LlGUNIqTC_Y1r8UQIswfEil8Hf4L4ZoeidqzPtC9s-wBUXxWDLzCEIKIW_T-B9qdL4u98L5nZjS1OL3GVIZu1Sp2wf5D6HX-zed1InZOqdfJLIY9bmK3RmXEZDpRt0fgt5CFq_WmC/s1600/100_1238.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjELh7LlGUNIqTC_Y1r8UQIswfEil8Hf4L4ZoeidqzPtC9s-wBUXxWDLzCEIKIW_T-B9qdL4u98L5nZjS1OL3GVIZu1Sp2wf5D6HX-zed1InZOqdfJLIY9bmK3RmXEZDpRt0fgt5CFq_WmC/s400/100_1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557478378808382866" border="0" /></a><br />Such a boy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQ3dobj5gb4yRpec6awP5KvU-kRXSvUU1nSNeReJxwGFbgyCSVRazMjohxZl72d5BDyn74-uS8ccvdEXqz3ZHN1ScZgoklCJL8y0CWG2O68eDsVgFDUpt6WusqKBoMOYQEu9YqnHYOoLs/s1600/100_0303.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQ3dobj5gb4yRpec6awP5KvU-kRXSvUU1nSNeReJxwGFbgyCSVRazMjohxZl72d5BDyn74-uS8ccvdEXqz3ZHN1ScZgoklCJL8y0CWG2O68eDsVgFDUpt6WusqKBoMOYQEu9YqnHYOoLs/s400/100_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557479080408746754" border="0" /></a><br />Awesome hugger, especially at "good morning"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpulSZqDKR-iAfd69M5RFop09JnXBwEh-1moOi_8Yhi6U5ZDC57GybRyspiJTcp4aIa7-2bHNqPhdY2vLtauL5H0rdaQR3p8Q07w6jX-4BGL7-cDsOYVqvS9NKL6uNFN321sEjDvah_X33/s1600/100_0795.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpulSZqDKR-iAfd69M5RFop09JnXBwEh-1moOi_8Yhi6U5ZDC57GybRyspiJTcp4aIa7-2bHNqPhdY2vLtauL5H0rdaQR3p8Q07w6jX-4BGL7-cDsOYVqvS9NKL6uNFN321sEjDvah_X33/s400/100_0795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557476968913025202" border="0" /></a><br />Content couch potato<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1jEYBQwjpzDLeKEXrg8Qt46hv6dHKklSakgGcKKTnYIGHMCF_xhRBxm2zPDgorIjz30H0laPz4gRCVnNDMgvQcButIQvnYWLSyAId9be2vp09QxnkJPRrBFOy5hXUCxYm9gAS8nD_XTT/s1600/100_1114-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1jEYBQwjpzDLeKEXrg8Qt46hv6dHKklSakgGcKKTnYIGHMCF_xhRBxm2zPDgorIjz30H0laPz4gRCVnNDMgvQcButIQvnYWLSyAId9be2vp09QxnkJPRrBFOy5hXUCxYm9gAS8nD_XTT/s400/100_1114-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557478375536594050" border="0" /></a><br />Secretive prank lover (like his daddy)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdYYZ2L3hJqZpso1jnYtUbzxcEIc03015lQcxCLEVhZvJ6ifPJcBqY3K_Dc0eLRAG1BwTELmpLevcG-nvRrcf4t5LRzzcwKYB0kZyoi18fAQEpOq_7zpBb2xWbj69ksB_Hw8tywnUF7r3/s1600/100_0386.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdYYZ2L3hJqZpso1jnYtUbzxcEIc03015lQcxCLEVhZvJ6ifPJcBqY3K_Dc0eLRAG1BwTELmpLevcG-nvRrcf4t5LRzzcwKYB0kZyoi18fAQEpOq_7zpBb2xWbj69ksB_Hw8tywnUF7r3/s400/100_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557476955136015842" border="0" /></a><br />Adventurous and Bold<br />Smart little cookie<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyCwjXR5rs1gs1fJxx-E8WIc9wylEF6nA5b0wF4bC0a8MKMicyUbufodUwKnwLqHrusRHwmuYR6EPJju08R2AUE5hyphenhyphenIFOXE31MZUzV-Q371yQ_NShjiP7ltp8vk9Ltum9I11DA1k1auwH/s1600/097.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyCwjXR5rs1gs1fJxx-E8WIc9wylEF6nA5b0wF4bC0a8MKMicyUbufodUwKnwLqHrusRHwmuYR6EPJju08R2AUE5hyphenhyphenIFOXE31MZUzV-Q371yQ_NShjiP7ltp8vk9Ltum9I11DA1k1auwH/s400/097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557476947597711426" border="0" /></a><br />Rocking hair<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPD36X2FxD2OW8hTDXpjFkOMqecgzCUjnktLPajfepDXRqZ-991hoYO3I7C0_mmsZCh8JVRHdBoK18aa3hONUsbj6_aOqLVHDVGbgcm_dX5BottbHhODiC4ewebRoudn7JWYg7otuFU0Xg/s1600/100_0481.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPD36X2FxD2OW8hTDXpjFkOMqecgzCUjnktLPajfepDXRqZ-991hoYO3I7C0_mmsZCh8JVRHdBoK18aa3hONUsbj6_aOqLVHDVGbgcm_dX5BottbHhODiC4ewebRoudn7JWYg7otuFU0Xg/s400/100_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557476957308192082" border="0" /></a><br />Loving brother<br /></div><br />Zakey, I love you so much. You make me proud. I'm overwhelmed with the blessing you are. May you continue to grow with confidence knowing who God created you to be, loving life and bringing joy to everyone you meet.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-38223776989344920452010-12-02T22:53:00.000-08:002010-12-02T23:32:11.432-08:00A Day in the Life"I don't know how you do it..."<br /><br />I hear that a lot! And I realize that the comment has very little to do with me, and more to do with the person saying it... but when you hear something so often, it really can make you wonder if there is something to it. I "do it" one minute, one day, one week, one crisis, one blessing at a time - just like we all do.<br /><br />I did think it might be fun, or insightful, to share with you one of my more .... let's say "exciting" days. (and this is just how I do it... don't judge, just observe)<br /><br />It was Tuesday. I obeyed my alarm (after only one snooze) and was up by 6:30. I came downstairs, turn on the heat and the tea kettle. Let the dog out. Scoop ground coffee into my single serve french press, pour on the boiling water. Check FB on the iTouch for 3-4 minutes while the coffee steeps. Grab my mug and my 'Bible Study Bag' and head to the couch.<br /><br />I spent some time in Ephesians and in Exodus. Exodus 4:11-12<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;">"Who makes mouths?" the LORD asked him. "Who makes people so they can speak or not speak, hear or not hear, see or not see? Is it not I, the LORD? Now go, and do as I have told you. I will help you speak well, and I will tell you what to say."</blockquote><br />God knew... I would need to trust him beyond my own strengths for this day. "Lord, it's yours, get me through it!"<br /><br />Micah woke up, so I brought him downstairs and let him play while I continued to read and pray. Around 7, I heard someone coming down stairs, and a faint "mommmmie...." It was Zak, and he was throwing up, on the stairs. I hoped up to grab him some kind of bucket, having to jump over the baby gate to get it to him on the landing. As I came back down the stairs, I see that Micah has curiously picked up my coffee mug and slowly tipped it, watching the 1/2 cup worth of coffee pour out and on to the carpet changing the color. I can only imagine what his inquisitive mind was thinking as this transpired, but my thoughts were "Oh Jesus... get me through this!"<br /><br />I grabbed Micah and ran up stairs to give him to Shane, who was about to get up, and was stopped by Noah who took him down stairs. I was then torn between cleaning up two separate messes, getting Shane his breakfast and lunch and out the door for his car pool, and getting some kind of breakfast ready for the kids! It is not my MO to stay cheerful or even calm in these kinds of situations, and yet, I did... just one minute at a time.<br /><br />I was also faced with a carpet cleaner that was almost out of shampoo. But thanks to the world of FaceBook and a very sweet friend who lives near by, I was gifted a full bottle and a half a bottle, delivered to my door. Answer to prayer.<br /><br />The carpets have been needing a good cleaning for a while now. Why not! So furniture was moved and I started. Just the dining room for now, that's the worst of it.<br /><br />There wasn't much hope of getting through a normal day of homeschooling at this point, but my diligent 3rd grader honored me and did as much as he could independently and patiently waited for a break to get my attention for that which he needed my help. <br /><br />The TV was on a good part of the day. Normally it wouldn't be, but when there is a sick kid on the couch, all bets are off. And apparently, that goes for diet too. Normally, with as many mouths of varying tastes and preferences as we have, I insist on dictating snacks and meals and we work with in a schedule. But not Tuesday. About 10:30, Zak had started to feel better and asked for a cup of cereal. And Maggy and Hannah wanted a cup too. And then they wanted another. And then they were serving themselves while I was busy cleaning the carpets. I'm not really all together sure how much they actually ate. When it came to "lunch time"... there wasn't much point. "You guys let me know if you are hungry, kay?"<br /><br />The carpets were finally done around 2. Babies went down for a second nap, after being changed. They were a little wet from rolling around on wet carpets. Maggy and Zak got a story and went to bed. I sat in the living room and worked with Noah and Hannah on their school subjects that required my help.<br /><br />4:30, I finally got to shower. But by this point, there didn't seem much reason to get dressed. So I got out of the shower and put on a fresh pair of pajamas. I made sure to point out to my husband that it was IN FACT a different pair than I was wearing that morning.<br /><br />I whipped up a batch of baked mac n cheese with broccoli and bbq kilbasa on the side. It was really strange... it was ready to eat by 5:30. WE NEVER eat that early!<br /><br />Shouldn't I be stressing out? Shouldn't I be falling apart?<br /><br />I wasn't!<br /><br />I knew... Jesus came through. The Holy Spirit gave me the strength and provided for me all I needed for this crazy day. Yeah!<br /><br />I even got a good dose of joyful moments in my day that brought a good smile to my face... this was a couple of them.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-ygaugnxfw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-ygaugnxfw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkMUjFQM_H0?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XkMUjFQM_H0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Please don't take me too seriously. This was, in fact, a real day in the life. But it wasn't a normal one by any means. I hope you are laughing with me, or even at me....Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-2150010286755304592010-11-27T20:10:00.000-08:002010-11-27T20:41:17.673-08:00Never stop being thankfulSo... I'm a little bummed that I didn't quite make it all the way to the end of the the "day of thankfulness" on time and daily. But I'm also really glad that I did as many days as I did.<br /><br />For the record:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;">Day 2 - I'm thankful for vegetables and Veggie Tales<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bigidea.com"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 130px;" src="https://bigidea.com/images/insidebi/mission2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>(Maggy and the twins were SO cute and totally engrossed just in the intro to a Veggie Tale movie... if it makes them happy, I'm happy. And, I've been able to do more canning - this week I canned some tomato sauce. Re-purposed the seeds and skins into crackers with ground sunflowers. Veggie's make me happy - singing or crunching)<br /><br />Day 1 - I'm thankful<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I had something of a hard time finding something unique each day to be thankful for. This does not mean that I'm not thankful every day. But there are some things that I am thankful for every day... and I went through those things in my list first. And then there are some things that I'm thankful for that seem small and insignificant. Yet, I still like to say thank you God for blessing me with.... "Candy Cane Lane tea" <a href="http://www.celestialseasonings.com/images/products/special-occasion-teas/candy-cane-lane2-med.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.celestialseasonings.com/images/products/special-occasion-teas/candy-cane-lane2-med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> or "Maggy's pretty hair" or "that funny laugh of my child" or "a pretty sky" or "a kind word from a stranger" or "call from a special friend"....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:130%;">My Thankfulness top 10<br /></span></div><ol><li>God's amazing grace in my life</li><li>Jesus' loving act of salvation</li><li>The Word of God, laid out to help me walk in faith and come more in line to His will for my life.</li><li>My Family - my husband and children who bring me great joy</li><li>Our life - being a stay at home mom, homeschooling, living where we are</li><li>Our extended families - making us who we are, encouraging and supporting us in the day to day</li><li>Friends around us</li><li>Opportunities to learn, and to be learning along side of my children</li><li>Beauty in nature</li><li>Comforts and conveniences<br /></li></ol><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MofoV6mQCC39Fp82MlzbVf_0JFlLsu9YuV7lcUTxoQ99oxdhbU5yhasYP1WgGx0SxNNE-fIxticqoytzeptvhVdSyR3_CHaoXsCzkvFIvbuUG3EtpjDU7JWblehCH0cXFrqOdOY8VIHi/s1600/100_0312.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MofoV6mQCC39Fp82MlzbVf_0JFlLsu9YuV7lcUTxoQ99oxdhbU5yhasYP1WgGx0SxNNE-fIxticqoytzeptvhVdSyR3_CHaoXsCzkvFIvbuUG3EtpjDU7JWblehCH0cXFrqOdOY8VIHi/s400/100_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544455378510464946" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />A friend of mine set her FB status on Thanksgiving day to say "it's hard to be thankful and grumpy." So true. And so, gratitude is a decision. Would it really hurt anyone for all of us to be just a little more Pollyanna in every day in our life.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-42659890697229465252010-11-23T21:59:00.000-08:002010-11-23T22:25:27.306-08:00Day 3: I'm thankful for the birds who visit my feeder each morningThe temp today didn't get above freezing. That's unusual for Oregon. It's something of spectacle the way everything shuts down for, virtually, no snow! One friend's husband said they were going out with the kids to make "snow insects", because that's what you build with almost no snow.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bWnI6mBRPvMPNh2L6DPr_hxoB2qeYaHBxxdsq72h7dh6lIjSqzqsh5mRbcBRjyo0Q_1svaT_7UKeEehrpcMD4VgoYCWcPb1QB7s_rE6hof42Bj492PDT2KyAqXzTsSTSIvA8BhOfS81Y/s1600/100_1090.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bWnI6mBRPvMPNh2L6DPr_hxoB2qeYaHBxxdsq72h7dh6lIjSqzqsh5mRbcBRjyo0Q_1svaT_7UKeEehrpcMD4VgoYCWcPb1QB7s_rE6hof42Bj492PDT2KyAqXzTsSTSIvA8BhOfS81Y/s200/100_1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542992975396287250" border="0" /></a><br /></div>This has been the view out my kitchen window since May. Shane brought home the impatiens right around Mother's day. I put them in a hanging basket, and they have been ever so kind and gracious with my lack of gardening skills. But after today's freezing temperatures, I don't expect the impatiens to survive. I often see the humming birds visit for a snack. I haven't had a feeder out for them in a couple of years, so it's been a treat to see them enjoying the flowers.<br /><br />I also have a SUPER cool bird house that Ken, my father in law, built. I didn't have the opportunity to snap a picture today. It is much like the feeder at their house, which, at this time of year can attract hundreds of birds in a day. They go through SO MUCH bird food, but it's a wonderful price to pay for the enjoyment received from the daily visitors. <br /><br />I hope to have that kind of flock some day, but it's still quite fun. The Scrub Blue Jay always bullies his way in for a snack 2-3 times each morning. We will see sometime several dozen chickadees and finches all at once, vying for space on the suet hanger. And then there are other birds that just fascinate me, and I've yet to identify them. I THINK this might be a woodpecker...?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_pgje8shdHg56B7MW68kPfff6l_A8tSyh8j6ucpAaRMYPI3m2U0P7xWqS858Ae1ehTef124TlkzvWCh_ez70lYaJNm4F1R5Dz8_sq5bE1SCIydxAvRqJxTRxhwYOAGxpvWZWhnGmajxK/s1600/100_1145.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_pgje8shdHg56B7MW68kPfff6l_A8tSyh8j6ucpAaRMYPI3m2U0P7xWqS858Ae1ehTef124TlkzvWCh_ez70lYaJNm4F1R5Dz8_sq5bE1SCIydxAvRqJxTRxhwYOAGxpvWZWhnGmajxK/s200/100_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542992984745680722" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I haven't been able to pin down exactly what it is about seeing these bird each day that is so enjoyable. Maybe the answer lies in the scriptures....<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br /><sup id="en-NLT-23283">25</sup> “That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? <sup id="en-NLT-23284">26</sup> Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? <sup id="en-NLT-23285">27</sup> Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Matthew 6:25-27</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-24546438179867666172010-11-22T22:25:00.000-08:002010-11-22T23:14:24.686-08:00Day 4: I'm thankful for the Native American example of waste not - want not.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I want to be a good steward</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Part of our motive in going to Lincoln City this last weekend was for the purpose of a field trip. In American History, we have been learning about the Native Americans - the original residents of our land.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">When we were discussing the Trail of Tears a few weeks back, I found it difficult to teach without getting choked up. I'm embarrassed to say that the reality of the injustice executed against the natives of our land hadn't ever really settle enough in my mind to make me uncomfortable. It's really just awful. Tribes were decimated or forcibly uprooted purely for financial reasons to benefit a bigger and more powerful white government. <br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1k4z1yAusu547oqufh-z2BIXx7PlJIhUWTq4StsMn2DRYW0HhcR6GMukrSO2kAGY0Fy27w3ijcpunwykebCRxQwXtxFkmwVXVjLnsC9_pUMGsRTH88jew799Wgzy2rISvCYYlf_FEksS/s1600/100_0212.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB1k4z1yAusu547oqufh-z2BIXx7PlJIhUWTq4StsMn2DRYW0HhcR6GMukrSO2kAGY0Fy27w3ijcpunwykebCRxQwXtxFkmwVXVjLnsC9_pUMGsRTH88jew799Wgzy2rISvCYYlf_FEksS/s200/100_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542630231172719970" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">November is Native American Heritage Month. A Google search for events in Oregon sent us to Lincoln City. There was a traveling "trunk" exhibit at several locations. (double click on the photos to see the bigger view, and more of the whole story) We stopped at the exhibit at the rec center first. One wall sized poster to read and 10 authentic hand-made traditional items in a case was all there was. Since it was our destination, we made the most of it and spent time with the kids reading everything. We even asked the Rec Center employees (who really knew NOTHING about the exhibit) if we could take a closer look at the printed descriptions for the items in the case, which revealed 1/2 the item descriptions were printed on the back. We eventually found another piece of the exhibit on display at the Public Library - just one wall. <br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9GekH_DoPgL-bGpDwt_DdxHuFkF6dTgl-ewpXDkGr7IjsM9YVnudzcWQcg23GwfSZ_y0j2eHjOZTR3gwwMtYZ95qsh0rGT0s3x_ctHroyGgROL-R0eqjAn6bYC6ZLtqUgg-_-E2wWINU/s1600/100_0210.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9GekH_DoPgL-bGpDwt_DdxHuFkF6dTgl-ewpXDkGr7IjsM9YVnudzcWQcg23GwfSZ_y0j2eHjOZTR3gwwMtYZ95qsh0rGT0s3x_ctHroyGgROL-R0eqjAn6bYC6ZLtqUgg-_-E2wWINU/s200/100_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542630218996055666" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"> I was disappointed in the presentation of the exhibit, and felt that it was simply a passivizing effort. By spreading the already small exhibit across 4 locations does not encourage participants. It's as if by having it done, no one could argue that something had been done, but really, it was only done in a way that wouldn't really interrupt anyone's normal way of life. Maybe this is why a 33 year old adult can just now come to the realization that we have not cared <span style="font-weight: bold;">enough </span>about the Native American people and heritage that has </span><span style="font-size:100%;">been all but destroyed at our hand. It isn't convenient for us to think about, let alone make a real effort to compensate. <br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyLYQHEWhWfJRrFJRFgL2zHAQTg4rfyJOXRfcLQmInV7JVzyCRTY2FPUNFJs7zxy3eTsYWyKTNe8LWlJzmHsSz60S6q566KSC8PEMXezZqam3pWbe45qQjjgHdCAc1kawVvZj1dMuboJA/s1600/100_0209.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipyLYQHEWhWfJRrFJRFgL2zHAQTg4rfyJOXRfcLQmInV7JVzyCRTY2FPUNFJs7zxy3eTsYWyKTNe8LWlJzmHsSz60S6q566KSC8PEMXezZqam3pWbe45qQjjgHdCAc1kawVvZj1dMuboJA/s200/100_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542630212455289538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">In my opinion, if we are bigger and stronger, we should be looking for the interest of those who are not as big or as strong.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7zJ4aPimAn-Y5Je0xx70feErAJk22NzBaUJLWBRYrZPBWfxnqKRIZc6Ad1NNeLtB-6kT0JdN2UKsRj6T4RTDrxe_6S_ZOT1fEFtDOkHJ6MpugXooN0m2pOS5QMMuQD5zP9jE3Kbdgym9/s1600/100_0211.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7zJ4aPimAn-Y5Je0xx70feErAJk22NzBaUJLWBRYrZPBWfxnqKRIZc6Ad1NNeLtB-6kT0JdN2UKsRj6T4RTDrxe_6S_ZOT1fEFtDOkHJ6MpugXooN0m2pOS5QMMuQD5zP9jE3Kbdgym9/s200/100_0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542630224263266722" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">... but, as I said, we did take in what was provided and used it as a learning tool. In addition to being profoundly struck by the injustice, I was also moved by the example of conservationism, environmentalism and preservation that is fundamental to their culture. There was a beautiful pair of "braintanned moccasins". To make these slippers extra soft, in the process of stretching the hides and tanning them, they would coat the hide with boiled brains of the animal. I know that sounds gross, but it shows how they would/still won't let any part of the animal go to waste. In the different craft items we saw, most of which served utilitarian purposes, they used reeds, grasses, bones, sinews, skins, etc. All things provided to them were given reverence. There is much we can learn from them.<br /><br />So, in following their example, we are trying to make full use of the resources provided to us. We make broth from our chicken dinner. We have been doing lots of canning this fall, and we are saving the skins from the fruit and pureeing them, spreading on cookie sheets and making "crackers". I am looking for ways to reuse or re-purpose clothing that is too warn to be passed on.<br /><br />I am on the look out for other ways to be a good steward of our earth. Is there anything you are doing to make the most of what you are given? Do share!<br /></span>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-28743896398391420182010-11-21T22:12:00.000-08:002010-11-21T22:49:01.489-08:00Day 5: I'm thankful for so many wonderful Grandparents and "Grandparents" for my kids.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiTfYuyWwbOsghm6aVNztJcdP2kozB8ZDKWo4RB2qqPM1e9SQ7zmT5ofyk_e9jQLaG2TZKecW-ogJBAygniO3jAFmVAPYmhs5Ci044xdqjaKw3LBk_dVHiCt_cUFuvujRbbfh532Dcw1Q/s1600/100_0242.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcPQqn9muBugM2Fbgd9nHBBXGFOqds4V0Ccz2io-eF5kQVyPUc7i_kwCRm5BXs7cgzZQkdNt1N9NLqHU9gkcfjCVPhrFsgL7nK6FwpUMCVyAUa8LyPa8qtZblBUkVJ5yQ__GYSpyAhBmv/s1600/100_0229.JPG"><br /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"></span><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"> </span><span class="UIStory_Message"></span><blockquote><span class="UIStory_Message">We can't ever have too many loving adults speaking into our children's lives.<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"></span></span></div></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><h3 style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><br /></h3><h3 style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><span class="UIStory_Message">When Shane and I took a weekend away last summer to attend Fish Fest, Shane's Dad and step-mom, Joyce, offered to take all 6 kids for the weekend. This is no small task, and she handled it so gracefully, and Grandpa Bill survived. I think bonds were tied during that time. </span></span></span></h3><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;">This weekend, we traveled to Lincoln City and were able to stay at the Beach House own</span>ed by Shane's Dad and Step Mom. It is a beautiful location. I love just sitting in the third floor living room, warm and cozy inside, watching the clouds rolling in and out, spying a seal or two playing in the surf, and every once in a while - a whale, and wave after wave after wave curling, rising and crashing - crawling into the sand.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcPQqn9muBugM2Fbgd9nHBBXGFOqds4V0Ccz2io-eF5kQVyPUc7i_kwCRm5BXs7cgzZQkdNt1N9NLqHU9gkcfjCVPhrFsgL7nK6FwpUMCVyAUa8LyPa8qtZblBUkVJ5yQ__GYSpyAhBmv/s1600/100_0229.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcPQqn9muBugM2Fbgd9nHBBXGFOqds4V0Ccz2io-eF5kQVyPUc7i_kwCRm5BXs7cgzZQkdNt1N9NLqHU9gkcfjCVPhrFsgL7nK6FwpUMCVyAUa8LyPa8qtZblBUkVJ5yQ__GYSpyAhBmv/s400/100_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542257093845175154" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">When I woke this morning at 6:30, I expected to find a few minutes to myself. What I found instead was Noah, Hannah, Zak and Maggy with Grandma Joyce, watching Sesame Street.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghgIqqV2gcFtCmKpKvRiuVp4y9p89mhW3JUm34nZHdbMEFjp4IHqL5oZ8-aN7W5Ah_bT_htffopdGAmkVXCV6YSaqKa5DbxJHNrJ6R-XNGVziRsvz7ZzVV8KFfj5kzEF91KhTEj-dDbsR/s1600/100_0245.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjghgIqqV2gcFtCmKpKvRiuVp4y9p89mhW3JUm34nZHdbMEFjp4IHqL5oZ8-aN7W5Ah_bT_htffopdGAmkVXCV6YSaqKa5DbxJHNrJ6R-XNGVziRsvz7ZzVV8KFfj5kzEF91KhTEj-dDbsR/s400/100_0245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542257113712444226" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Getting to see Joyce and Bill enjoying our kids this weekend at the beach was really cool. <br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiTfYuyWwbOsghm6aVNztJcdP2kozB8ZDKWo4RB2qqPM1e9SQ7zmT5ofyk_e9jQLaG2TZKecW-ogJBAygniO3jAFmVAPYmhs5Ci044xdqjaKw3LBk_dVHiCt_cUFuvujRbbfh532Dcw1Q/s1600/100_0242.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiTfYuyWwbOsghm6aVNztJcdP2kozB8ZDKWo4RB2qqPM1e9SQ7zmT5ofyk_e9jQLaG2TZKecW-ogJBAygniO3jAFmVAPYmhs5Ci044xdqjaKw3LBk_dVHiCt_cUFuvujRbbfh532Dcw1Q/s400/100_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542262028828448370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">And it makes me realize how fortunate we are to have so many people, family and friends, who have taken a vested interest in our children. Their joy in our children is a delight to me.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"></span></span></div><span class="UIStory_Message"></span><span class="UIStory_Message"></span></h3>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-74827128776413663892010-11-20T21:24:00.001-08:002010-11-20T21:54:41.313-08:00Day 6 - I'm thankful for God's amazing GraceThe Lord has been using this week to really change my heart's perspective of things.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHgNCj4DU_M?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xHgNCj4DU_M?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />I wrote this in my time with the Lord today:<br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic;"><br />Its as it I have just graduated to the next level in my faith. But even after being a believer for almost 20 years and "walking" in faith for almost 12 years, I, in reality, have just gone from being an infant to a toddler.<br /><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I walk, clumsily, I fall easily, I bump into things, and sometimes need to hold on to the things around me, just to keep standing.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I haven't learned how to eat of the Lord's feast with a fork, but instead, use my fingers to bring tiny bits to my mouth, often getting it all over my face and spilling it on the floor.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I only speak a few words, and really, only my Father knows me well enough to understand what it is I'm trying to say. <br /><br /><br />Often times, I am going to stink. I can't change myself. I'll have to wait for my Father to change me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />But as a toddler, I still get to climb into his arms for reminders of his loving care for me ALL throughout my day. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I can fully expect that he will not let me go hungry, what I need is provided for me.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Since I tire easily, he will have to remove me, on a regular basis, to a quiet place, even though, I may want to stay and play. At this age, I need lots of rest.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I may not always play well with others. So my Father will intervene, correct me as necessary and lovingly show me the way to treat others with love.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />If I am naughty, my Father, who loves me, will not forgo punishment, but shows me the difference between right and wrong. And I know I will leave only after my repentance, His forgiveness and embrace.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Despite my young age, I approach the world assuming I am bigger than I really am. Despite that, the Lord will corral me home, keeping me safe inside the walls of his kingdom.<br /><br /></span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-58694557282308311962010-11-20T08:26:00.000-08:002010-11-20T20:52:02.617-08:00Day 7 - I'm thankful for the seasons<h3 style="text-align: left;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"> These Fallish storms are so amazing! And remember summer? I mean a REAL summer - WAY back in 2009, yeah that was nice.</span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">(for those of you who didn't get to enjoy the summer of 2010 in the Pacific Northwest, we did have summer, but not quite as much as we are used to. Many gardeners didn't see the production in their produce.)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">But I thought I'd share a few highlights of our summerish activities:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVTortyuGuERLwdLAffqj5d01R2PyU46AH-HYYnIuK1cd1DNqvudV2N6VFzfxtUYhAcDzvqPszX1TVh16WIGHMDLnq2ma-ZjSJSJuH2y1F9FvbJvRbzADu8_WrEcSJC-29zcZCeoGArDd/s912/100_0478.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVTortyuGuERLwdLAffqj5d01R2PyU46AH-HYYnIuK1cd1DNqvudV2N6VFzfxtUYhAcDzvqPszX1TVh16WIGHMDLnq2ma-ZjSJSJuH2y1F9FvbJvRbzADu8_WrEcSJC-29zcZCeoGArDd/s912/100_0478.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Nathan and Micah getting covered in sunscreen for one of the few warm days.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlK4Qrg6g9vZCt1nX9cSqxZs5CQQdY98HOc0L3dUdpuDrMCoM_pZyq4jTQOa5VVdhtEWEn1j9mpw1l4fT44WjLKD2i4I9F_526kA56jrxOOMwJydNDrr1APNfup2Ka7nN0k9JV-PUuHcD/s912/100_0234.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlK4Qrg6g9vZCt1nX9cSqxZs5CQQdY98HOc0L3dUdpuDrMCoM_pZyq4jTQOa5VVdhtEWEn1j9mpw1l4fT44WjLKD2i4I9F_526kA56jrxOOMwJydNDrr1APNfup2Ka7nN0k9JV-PUuHcD/s912/100_0234.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Noah and Maggy playing at Nehalem Bay State Park.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPW5rDO2EmDiFjzHVxGeLQsz13xiTVyQ9mYfnu0TGW3-kEA2xry-zb2UgZnelrbDFlSsAsOB0vUjsOinmxVTOhQn8M1W039wkYpk-6MJqKmJLC0Q8Tv37ga2J_DeUAhko-XIPwab4iZ0Z7/s640/100_1116.JPG"> </a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgDnownip37SAp1rUIXcYVKK0wAtRO7pViAAN7kb7hyLmgpu6JRsvvSSwgNdt-J_bqamYJXJV6T56-7tfGS0EZvEyuBueJ4CvGXcU4hEbReO-27CM3gjFKIUAEo8mIwFsMKvUl0nMDioE/s912/100_0386.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgDnownip37SAp1rUIXcYVKK0wAtRO7pViAAN7kb7hyLmgpu6JRsvvSSwgNdt-J_bqamYJXJV6T56-7tfGS0EZvEyuBueJ4CvGXcU4hEbReO-27CM3gjFKIUAEo8mIwFsMKvUl0nMDioE/s912/100_0386.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Zak on a log, a day at the beach - Rockaway Beach - unusually warm and sunny for the Oregon Coast, even in the summer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDSSU5LdPntvbx2SfxzDJdsBfkYDggpcb3JpTJJUgPMi7s-gvVOoaESIhu5nF2QdDwNc9CuYX0zIumAxipzS6w_MMnOcfRsJckFH_z-kayHQg0vh4l60vOSTniVg3sRvXAma18BFTxwTC/s912/100_0393.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrDSSU5LdPntvbx2SfxzDJdsBfkYDggpcb3JpTJJUgPMi7s-gvVOoaESIhu5nF2QdDwNc9CuYX0zIumAxipzS6w_MMnOcfRsJckFH_z-kayHQg0vh4l60vOSTniVg3sRvXAma18BFTxwTC/s912/100_0393.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>The babies didn't have a problem keeping on their normal schedule, even with a beautiful beach day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuEtfD0Y7OgIcG6T6X6D_mGvV4g7GLxt5KAt2o0A2utQgWmwMoSEBZPJmfa8RbowG4_59M5xUQ11by-pWtYvn0vO2-dtarbvLSOfhZd0v-7Qve9IatE5Tc3FpHPoJDugSvo6KUZFNWgAr/s720/100_0312.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuEtfD0Y7OgIcG6T6X6D_mGvV4g7GLxt5KAt2o0A2utQgWmwMoSEBZPJmfa8RbowG4_59M5xUQ11by-pWtYvn0vO2-dtarbvLSOfhZd0v-7Qve9IatE5Tc3FpHPoJDugSvo6KUZFNWgAr/s720/100_0312.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>kids will be kids....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycf1cCPwlYoJqiYXKSqad8tLKunG0kCBly12td3XTHMvjHdww8oI6Njj5emeBXfPV4bpPPg7dCObUFZkT4Wix71Bdt4bYE4BqbMi-UGy3zhn9U9nNRmFHqEBEBXRpKPTYX3nEJYLhQnSN/s640/100_0517.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycf1cCPwlYoJqiYXKSqad8tLKunG0kCBly12td3XTHMvjHdww8oI6Njj5emeBXfPV4bpPPg7dCObUFZkT4Wix71Bdt4bYE4BqbMi-UGy3zhn9U9nNRmFHqEBEBXRpKPTYX3nEJYLhQnSN/s640/100_0517.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>On a camping trip to Fisherman's Bend and hiking out to Opal Creek - "Three Pools" The water was COOOOLD, but Micah didn't mind.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImxHIhkHRMGxrjpLgaVbiPtp9xzX1xyIJCrfqCBsPnIdo8n3fDc1UO9W9G9v2aSYsimUlcBkF_HJxRqG2w12cmwVMdjT0B0GsixpP7OZEzwhHsNyP1sI3uyXQC4iNXEkglgGlhrhJJPMD/s912/000_0322.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImxHIhkHRMGxrjpLgaVbiPtp9xzX1xyIJCrfqCBsPnIdo8n3fDc1UO9W9G9v2aSYsimUlcBkF_HJxRqG2w12cmwVMdjT0B0GsixpP7OZEzwhHsNyP1sI3uyXQC4iNXEkglgGlhrhJJPMD/s912/000_0322.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Noah and Dad took on the 7 mile hike WAY up Opal Creek. For a little man, Noah was quite the trooper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTB5IW0CvHPcZJgPK5pkpRdCQqBH1R8-Luh_faQNOvJelbzN1ns9VT3cpbA-43nU76pOdyk7vlnwxim9n0KxWmqm1nMPLgYvNm6C-eOcsUFWwTosF078__pDy7J3wPY9Dn6Afalo7J_ECq/s912/100_0134.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTB5IW0CvHPcZJgPK5pkpRdCQqBH1R8-Luh_faQNOvJelbzN1ns9VT3cpbA-43nU76pOdyk7vlnwxim9n0KxWmqm1nMPLgYvNm6C-eOcsUFWwTosF078__pDy7J3wPY9Dn6Afalo7J_ECq/s912/100_0134.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>The new play structure at Grandma and Grandpa's house!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD-7-qzNsCxmv0YQ_rmmlm5HwclwDi85wz_Azp4cyDTZ75VcPndWFxrzXqmfJZL28sZGbuU1Tgj7Es37b0xV7-p7_ErOH79LAxYyImP_99nK2otNF1FopgzsiqxzVEghU5ZEqXbwQx8Pw/s912/100_0861.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqD-7-qzNsCxmv0YQ_rmmlm5HwclwDi85wz_Azp4cyDTZ75VcPndWFxrzXqmfJZL28sZGbuU1Tgj7Es37b0xV7-p7_ErOH79LAxYyImP_99nK2otNF1FopgzsiqxzVEghU5ZEqXbwQx8Pw/s912/100_0861.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Maggy and Uncle Mark finishing up a great day of play at Grandma and Grandpa's house with a few quiet moments at the pond.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0NRm_JJkhGTrF_mJKKgVR8aPxzqn75eU67J_3c03x-FhGprDUnk5Uc0C_S-1lc8A2MlhedApCwu3KdlC60j212jNcEGapO8wdoiiJ_KsrbwNJVTFGI5NUYMHA7Un2pDELTtKTxKEzgC3/s720/100_0909.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI0NRm_JJkhGTrF_mJKKgVR8aPxzqn75eU67J_3c03x-FhGprDUnk5Uc0C_S-1lc8A2MlhedApCwu3KdlC60j212jNcEGapO8wdoiiJ_KsrbwNJVTFGI5NUYMHA7Un2pDELTtKTxKEzgC3/s720/100_0909.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>A family hike around Battle Ground Lake.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKv0P6wu2zI3CEKorQCogu5wTuEFc-z69QBr_pQp0At3WTbxFNd9puvmaRr2dRvrKvf8e7haSOsIVukYBFF0lFU_kSQO9qPo2Vz5_8bppAw1Xu5Nk3KJ7AxJfP_3aGFSAnfWi9uAQyZoDm/s912/100_0591.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKv0P6wu2zI3CEKorQCogu5wTuEFc-z69QBr_pQp0At3WTbxFNd9puvmaRr2dRvrKvf8e7haSOsIVukYBFF0lFU_kSQO9qPo2Vz5_8bppAw1Xu5Nk3KJ7AxJfP_3aGFSAnfWi9uAQyZoDm/s912/100_0591.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Micah playing down by the river at Grandma and Grandpas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIZ99izfEzl29Vfj-w_up4hdI9uXB52_JINrdiXeHnOXWkMj0Bt2yy39x1nWCSaETrV9r5H0XnHS6Pf5a4MDEEUTlfgA3jbGOLRwdH1GujyFWyENdBqFRbPLbOtmK2R3W4eK2xN25VN8S/s912/100_0696.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIIZ99izfEzl29Vfj-w_up4hdI9uXB52_JINrdiXeHnOXWkMj0Bt2yy39x1nWCSaETrV9r5H0XnHS6Pf5a4MDEEUTlfgA3jbGOLRwdH1GujyFWyENdBqFRbPLbOtmK2R3W4eK2xN25VN8S/s912/100_0696.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>ALMOST the whole family...Liz spent the summer in San Fran for a law internship, so we got to see her in May and in August. It was wonderful!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Bz7sq4n_XDI-8ZnOvBBK6a5j3oflORcAxAcaUgmwscsUbAZqxSgthyphenhyphenLC2H1Zjc-kDmAoe-khOpZPT3jdxQya1fpFsD5Yt1Mjm23vgO2fFNWeYX5WKfS6v3EF77qsPv26z7GxnaYQ8qEr/s912/100_0715.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 912px; height: 684px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Bz7sq4n_XDI-8ZnOvBBK6a5j3oflORcAxAcaUgmwscsUbAZqxSgthyphenhyphenLC2H1Zjc-kDmAoe-khOpZPT3jdxQya1fpFsD5Yt1Mjm23vgO2fFNWeYX5WKfS6v3EF77qsPv26z7GxnaYQ8qEr/s912/100_0715.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Grandpa Dedrick came for a visit in August and the kids really wanted him to ride with them on the OHSU tram. The views were amazing and it was a beautiful day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPW5rDO2EmDiFjzHVxGeLQsz13xiTVyQ9mYfnu0TGW3-kEA2xry-zb2UgZnelrbDFlSsAsOB0vUjsOinmxVTOhQn8M1W039wkYpk-6MJqKmJLC0Q8Tv37ga2J_DeUAhko-XIPwab4iZ0Z7/s640/100_1116.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPW5rDO2EmDiFjzHVxGeLQsz13xiTVyQ9mYfnu0TGW3-kEA2xry-zb2UgZnelrbDFlSsAsOB0vUjsOinmxVTOhQn8M1W039wkYpk-6MJqKmJLC0Q8Tv37ga2J_DeUAhko-XIPwab4iZ0Z7/s640/100_1116.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Many, many days this summer were spent in the wagon, in front of the house, visiting with neighbors and watching the big kids play on bikes and scooters.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-5043542387302356902010-11-18T20:01:00.001-08:002010-11-18T20:22:37.451-08:00Day 8: I'm thankful for electricityBoy, electricity is something I totally take for granted!<br /><br />We've had some VERY wet weather, and some occasions of high winds in the last week. I'm not really sure of the cause, but last night, we were without power between 8:30 PM and 1:30 AM.<br /><br />We were out at community group, and about 8:30 I got a call on my cell from our neighbor Zelta,<br /><br />Z: "Oh, so you guys are out, right? I just wanted to let you know that we lost power."<br />S: "Thanks for letting me...... OH NO! Will you go check on my babysitter please!"<br /><br />The four older kids were with us, but the twins were at home with Elyse, our fabulous sitter. I was quite nervous for her at that moment, trying to imagine how she would navigate in the dark. I wasn't even sure where I'd find a flashlight or candle, how would she!? I tried to call her, but couldn't figure out which of the three numbers listed under her mom's name in my phone was Elyse's. So I called her mom, who said she'd been trying to reach her but couldn't. <br /><br />AAGH!<br /><br />I imagined Zelta knocking on the door and Elyse not wanting to answer, not knowing who it was in the dark. I tried calling our back up phone, which was plugged in on my desk, but it just rang and rang and went to voice mail. <br /><br />About 15 minutes passed and Zelta called back. Elyse had hesitated, but eventually opened the door, knowing that I'd told her if "you need anything and can't reach me, go to the neighbor". While on the phone, Elyse's Mom, Wendy got there. As it turns out, the dog freaked out when the lights went out, so they locked her in the office. We were able to get home about 5 minutes later.<br /><br />I managed to dig through cupboards and drawers to find a few candle and flashlights. Moving from one room to the next, even with a candle in my hand for light, time after time, I would reach up, flip the switch, expecting the light to turn on.<br /><br />Not only did it make me thankful for the electricity (and great babysitters and AMAZING neighbors) but it also brought to light just how dependent we are on electricity.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-20415601725546171512010-11-17T08:00:00.000-08:002010-11-17T08:00:05.828-08:009: Thankful for laughterI was sitting at my desk, snacking on some clam dip and Buggles when I was called away to help one of the kids in the other room. This is what I returned to<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlUF6PsNcw0K3U4XN8a6wOoMZi6UQ1gOQVriHorVvZDwh33w8_PWpcMgnONNKJdwjeFzfSRJYfXfVGk3z0OcmrhZghrPM-0cONuWdQgQ46isGN0ccbOarA-IipzanupfozA7agsO6QnGQ/s1600/100_0174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlUF6PsNcw0K3U4XN8a6wOoMZi6UQ1gOQVriHorVvZDwh33w8_PWpcMgnONNKJdwjeFzfSRJYfXfVGk3z0OcmrhZghrPM-0cONuWdQgQ46isGN0ccbOarA-IipzanupfozA7agsO6QnGQ/s400/100_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540398901482275298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Hey Mom, look what I found? Yummy...</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_w6ohipe37e0EEM9Ce6RfJ4KHgW5Le7SIbTfMukGiKFH8ug63JSZqZDFaSdyVyOIvcHRmY1J5qfpGTUmnOcIUmzr0b-utMhCs9uWGRtbKHvdEFmaG36OSoM9ibKIeY8CGWr3gUHDlpt-/s1600/100_0175.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_w6ohipe37e0EEM9Ce6RfJ4KHgW5Le7SIbTfMukGiKFH8ug63JSZqZDFaSdyVyOIvcHRmY1J5qfpGTUmnOcIUmzr0b-utMhCs9uWGRtbKHvdEFmaG36OSoM9ibKIeY8CGWr3gUHDlpt-/s400/100_0175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540398906201592850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">What you didn't want them ALL out of the bag?</span></span><br /></div><br />after cleaning up the mess, I went to get the vacuum cleaner. This is what I saw when I returned<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSeUoppNjYj3oLv9Qy-l2QVv7XJs7ZV0K5B65yyMfADtvzvKXCeMXHgXKAVsBzwZ8PzG5A6BHvuSlMFj_ragTUztvoV2NwRlGSD13NQnCZ8OBjwcq9Ije1zDKupbzLgM6-KEv1V32GWZS/s1600/100_0179.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSeUoppNjYj3oLv9Qy-l2QVv7XJs7ZV0K5B65yyMfADtvzvKXCeMXHgXKAVsBzwZ8PzG5A6BHvuSlMFj_ragTUztvoV2NwRlGSD13NQnCZ8OBjwcq9Ije1zDKupbzLgM6-KEv1V32GWZS/s400/100_0179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540398912046022098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">did someone say "crunch, crunch, crunch?"</span></span><br /></div><br />those boys!Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-89480716682045558082010-11-16T21:19:00.000-08:002010-11-16T22:13:03.335-08:0010: I'm thankful that my freezer and pantry are stocked and full.To go along with yesterday's post.... I am so thankful to have my storehouses full. I do find a great deal of peace in knowing that we have what we need. I think it can be easy to forget how fortunate we are, having enough, and consistently having enough every two weeks. I realize how blessed we are and pray that I will never take that for granted, always giving thanks!<br /><br />Now, my sister and I have both realized that we feel better about the world when the fridge and pantry are full. Does this mean that we like grocery shopping? Maybe it means that we like knowing that well have what we need to cook or bake what we want. Maybe there is a deeper psychological issue from our childhood hiding in that statement..... (*note sarcasm*)<br /><br />I do love to cook.<br /><br />And I do love to grocery shop (I know some of my friends don't get that at all!).<br /><br />For a while I was actually getting into trouble because of these loves. But this summer we sat down and took a look at our spending. It wasn't a budget. It was just spending. And it needed to be curbed.<br /><br />I have tried cash budgets before, and I ended up tripping over too many categories, it was too much work and I failed. So we tried a cash budget again, but this time - just one category - "Spending". This covers groceries, household products, clothing, and any eating out that I would do during the week with the kids or stops to the coffee shop. Some months I'll need to stock up more on toilet paper and get shoes for a kid, another month, I find a killer sale on ground beef and stock my freezer. I don't have too much to spend, so I have to keep it tight - and this is good! <br /><br />It doesn't include any eating out we do as a family - which is generally limited to Sundays after church; Shane's eating out during the week, or gas. We are into our third month of this single category cash budget, and I'm so impressed - it's working!<br /><br />The biggest key to keeping my spending in check has been planning meals. I have several friends who are particularly good about regular meal planning. <a href="http://butihadatiara.blogspot.com/search/label/Menu%20Plan%20Monday">Some, even share </a>on their blog every Monday, what their meal plan will be for the week. I may join them, not for any reason other than I would feel accountable to myself to see that I have done it. Although, I am finding it HAS to be done before I shop or I will forget things I need and buy things I don't need.<br /><br />So - here's my plan for this week:<br /><br />Wednesday:<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Oatmeal with blueberries</li><li>Lunch - Cheese and Crackers</li><li>Dinner - (Community group night - I'm bringing desert - Grasshoper and Moose Pies)</li></ul>Thursday<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Eggs, Turkey Sausage and English muffins</li><li>Lunch - PB&Honey</li><li>Dinner - Chicken Pot Pie (from our freezer meal swap - no prep, just heat!)</li></ul>Friday<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Oatmeal with bananas<br /></li><li>Lunch - Grilled Cheese Sandwiches</li><li>Dinner - Chicken Strip Salads</li></ul>Saturday<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Cereal and fruit</li><li>Lunch - Ham and Turkey Sandwiches</li><li>Dinner - Cheese Burgers</li></ul>Sunday<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Cinnamon Rolls</li><li>Lunch - out</li><li>Dinner - Left overs -clean out the fridge</li></ul>Monday<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Oatmeal with Peaches</li><li>Lunch - PB& Honey</li><li>Dinner - London Broil</li></ul>Tuesday<br /><ul><li>Breakfast - Eggs, Turkey sausage and strudel bread</li><li>Lunch - Cold Cuts</li><li>Dinner - Harvest Pork</li></ul>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-50932096851616453632010-11-15T20:56:00.000-08:002010-11-16T21:19:06.191-08:00Day 11: I'm thankful for Ensequence and the good work my husband does for them<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs284.snc3/27844_1457807286346_1268302657_1313477_4700639_n.jpg"><br /></a><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"><blockquote>" I'm thankful for Ensequence and the good work my husband does for them, that provides well for our family and allows me to be at home with our children and home school."</blockquote></span></h3><br />Shane has been at <a href="http://ensequence.com/">Ensequence </a>for almost 6 1/2 years now. In the software industry, in this day and age, that's nearly forever! I still remember when he applied for the job, being just so floored at how perfect it would be for him. Shane's Bachelor's degree is in Broadcast Communication, but he has worked in software testing since he graduated. <a href="http://ensequence.com/">Ensequence </a>develops a product that helps networks connect with their viewers through interactive applications.<br /><br />It has been exciting to see the company grow and adjust as technology changes.<br /><br />Shane recently moved from testing in the QA department and was assigned a new role as a Technical Operations Engineer. A friend of ours pointed out that now makes him a TOE... hehehe....<br /><br />Tech Ops works more directly with supporting clients, and whereas I know he was a fantastic QA engineer, I also know that he works so well with people. He is great at mediating difficult situations, if need be, and working with people of different levels of technical understanding and meeting them at their level. He will continue to be a great asset to the company. (can you tell, I used to be a recruiter?)<br /><br />And on the up side for him, he's been able to do a little bit of traveling as part of his new role. Not too much, which I appreciate - I like him home, but enough to be fun and exciting for him.<br /><br />This is Shane and David Blue (from Stargate Universe) when he went to the National Cable Trade Show. <a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs284.snc3/27844_1457807286346_1268302657_1313477_4700639_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs284.snc3/27844_1457807286346_1268302657_1313477_4700639_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I'm so proud of my husband, and I'm thankful, every day for the hard work he puts in to provide for our family.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-80798625028948790012010-11-14T10:00:00.000-08:002010-11-14T10:00:00.919-08:00Day 12 - I'm thankful for beautiful daughters(Wo)Man - it's good to be a girl!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT0YvgbxysUHkbw1Fh2uQEV3zq45I1jqgtBGEa2he5XSflIJrbineQH_ltzrD8kp0FfUsQhBqwlGMY8ydU490u8d8Vmyl3edPEx2E84jTZcd24uCkSJEMw9ZJHOpvc0PMcASjv4LNI1j9/s1600/100_0866.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBT0YvgbxysUHkbw1Fh2uQEV3zq45I1jqgtBGEa2he5XSflIJrbineQH_ltzrD8kp0FfUsQhBqwlGMY8ydU490u8d8Vmyl3edPEx2E84jTZcd24uCkSJEMw9ZJHOpvc0PMcASjv4LNI1j9/s320/100_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539265691078610146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You can wake up in a cute and comfy night gown, get all dolled up, play with dollies and ponies, sew, wear jewelry, imagine your life as a princess, wear nail polish, AND get hugs and cuddles, just about any time....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5uj9ooMnx-q-fIoIILeLexyBdQrh9PuTWwPqntVzEzfUierDrTalc7ssj6NoOMiYnAHfty6MyvQ0CzA0hHFjzk2cfY5T9gxIO6dVYsciyGB8GRayFPrUk6Y9WNMTeyOTfF45ilk9QHKE/s1600/100_1355.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5uj9ooMnx-q-fIoIILeLexyBdQrh9PuTWwPqntVzEzfUierDrTalc7ssj6NoOMiYnAHfty6MyvQ0CzA0hHFjzk2cfY5T9gxIO6dVYsciyGB8GRayFPrUk6Y9WNMTeyOTfF45ilk9QHKE/s320/100_1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539265674482104898" border="0" /></a><br />...and then...<br /><br />you can make mud pies, build a lego mansion, ride a bike, ride a scooter, kick a ball, defend your own honor in a Nerf Dart gun battle, put holes in the knees of your jeans, look for bugs and earthworms for pets and do just about anything a boy can do.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjat1kPczyyVyABzhWuIK5qCBWyyL5fwXAIcQN04eznwupsuEQBM-F-Z_8cwu9vjTTnzMTic_kaXhouz8Nzu12bsGP_22xjeR7UPCfbibxEgYMUWfoHndRvP37SlYguM7UM3SqTyJiP6-1b/s1600/100_0549.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjat1kPczyyVyABzhWuIK5qCBWyyL5fwXAIcQN04eznwupsuEQBM-F-Z_8cwu9vjTTnzMTic_kaXhouz8Nzu12bsGP_22xjeR7UPCfbibxEgYMUWfoHndRvP37SlYguM7UM3SqTyJiP6-1b/s320/100_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539265681780406802" border="0" /></a><br />It's good to be a girl!Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-80490343495781509262010-11-13T19:49:00.000-08:002010-11-13T20:06:36.232-08:00Day 13: I'm thankful for boys and their Legos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmkAG8ca2f3ZAvfS2PAbDVSyA2H2bE9NbS7c9XYeG00D8uo6bUPmHQcJkkcIMqJBJ6t-fE5TO5fow-7A4_BQfrEP4apE6IleBAcqjhGGtVv8IFsexd-GKusZgJ4F6ibG7k6jwaOVdi2am/s1600/100_0144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmkAG8ca2f3ZAvfS2PAbDVSyA2H2bE9NbS7c9XYeG00D8uo6bUPmHQcJkkcIMqJBJ6t-fE5TO5fow-7A4_BQfrEP4apE6IleBAcqjhGGtVv8IFsexd-GKusZgJ4F6ibG7k6jwaOVdi2am/s320/100_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248547856465378" border="0" /></a>I think a child's imagination can be inspired and encouraged, but it can not be forced. Every imagination is completely unique. Legos have been the muse to many imaginative moments in our home, especially for Zakey.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3d8xf2LFN1pNGFC2uicH0dl8EMzTI5iWEP2dUxNXJseb0NSE7Wch6Hl_NDtYssEDpwe8xwWjNZfVRh2OKpT_EWqTKDvm96Ho-qSUaI2pbkNNVqkYToK8HpbRJsUoC0sdXeLlF9TelQCc/s1600/100_0145.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3d8xf2LFN1pNGFC2uicH0dl8EMzTI5iWEP2dUxNXJseb0NSE7Wch6Hl_NDtYssEDpwe8xwWjNZfVRh2OKpT_EWqTKDvm96Ho-qSUaI2pbkNNVqkYToK8HpbRJsUoC0sdXeLlF9TelQCc/s320/100_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248552769225026" border="0" /></a><br />Often during the big kids' school times, Zak and Maggy are looking for things to do. If he decides that Lego's are that 'thing' - I am ever amazed at what he can produce with a box of random blocks. There are sets that come with very specific pieces and instructions, and he is beginning to be able to follow those directions. But when he starts building on his own, and usually he is building a space ship, airplane or base - always with some kind of gun (I think he likes Star Wars), I begin to see that in his mind there is a whole world envisioned.<br /><br />All the kids have developed a game with their Lego's - "Lego Store". Each child gets a pile or box of pieces, begins to build until they find that the need a piece that is not available. Generally each person will specialize in certain types of parts: wheels, guns, men, etc. They either use "money" which is the gold and silver pieces that came in a treasure chest or they trade. This entire game was developed with 4 children under the age of 8, playing nicely together in their room. This makes their Mommy happy and proud.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gpO7W4fF5naS1UhMVWBCq9n57m9uE102ql6UyV_1mWvvYB6XBMQ2MAQCP-CkXSrfJKGJ4K8Ec51F-oRB_tY79vFRq48NShiJl46MLQhsBY1ryeJHfX5-hlpMgEFIaWDa6sqgjxdlZA7p/s1600/100_0156.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1gpO7W4fF5naS1UhMVWBCq9n57m9uE102ql6UyV_1mWvvYB6XBMQ2MAQCP-CkXSrfJKGJ4K8Ec51F-oRB_tY79vFRq48NShiJl46MLQhsBY1ryeJHfX5-hlpMgEFIaWDa6sqgjxdlZA7p/s320/100_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248559142506050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >Our neighbor, Nicolas.<br /></span></div><br />And just about every friend who comes to play gets in on the imagineering.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysNIIXHA1DuW9g78tQVKEuf5AvsQg2K9FXHkcWSndaxw8xrRl8gmaU23L2uRs9jUG68e7jZzpxPU5gEZ_d8lTK99RwfV83LnvyhtyumVnMKiJgO5OlAnbXSdX6fsWe-8d0NeOsi5uPEJy/s1600/100_0154.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiysNIIXHA1DuW9g78tQVKEuf5AvsQg2K9FXHkcWSndaxw8xrRl8gmaU23L2uRs9jUG68e7jZzpxPU5gEZ_d8lTK99RwfV83LnvyhtyumVnMKiJgO5OlAnbXSdX6fsWe-8d0NeOsi5uPEJy/s320/100_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539251148767132674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Our friend, Patrick<br /></span></span></div>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-53002739246818904662010-11-12T22:49:00.000-08:002010-11-13T19:46:56.461-08:0014: I'm thankful for my Dad and his care packagesMy dad is a REALLY great guy. REALLY great!<br /><br />Just one of the super sweet things that he does is sending care packages for birthdays, holidays and sometimes, just for a day. He likes using the Priority Mail prepaid boxes, and if I had to guess, he always has a stack of them waiting and ready to be filled.<br /><br />I really enjoy making yummy food for other people and I really enjoy giving it to them, even if I don't get to eat any of it myself. I think I must get that from my Dad!<br /><br />The last package arrived just in time for Noah and Shane's birthdays. Included was:<br /><br /><ul><li>A bag of Puppy-chow (the choc/pb crispex snack)</li><li>A bag of "whip" (seasoned oyster crackers)</li><li>A bag of "Nuts and Bolts" (family recipe chex mix)</li><li>a butternut squash, from his garden</li><li>about 3 lbs of soup potatoes</li><li>Birthday card for Noah</li><li>Birthday card for Shane</li><li>A gift for Noah (a set of classic reference books about minerals, trees, shells, etc)</li><li>An envelope of coupons, that he faithfully clips every week and sends me about once a month, and this time a clipping from the paper - a classmate's wedding announcement.<br /></li></ul><a href="http://sarahsavorysuggestions.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuts-and-bolts.html"> the Nuts and Bolts are my favorite... you can get the recipe here!</a>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-32841661560979564922010-11-11T22:35:00.000-08:002010-11-11T23:12:38.745-08:00Day 15: I'm thankful for service men and women in service now and the Veterans who already served faithfully.<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message"> John 15:13 "and here is how you measure it- the greatest love is shown when people lay down their lives for their friends."</span></h3><br />Thank you to all who serve, in what ever capacity that might be, you are sacrificing yourself for our freedoms and comfort and security.<br /><br />I'm sure there are many more, but a few of the heroes we know, thanks to you!<br /><br />Robert Baldwin (My grandpa) - WWII<br />Alan Dedrick (my dad) - Army Field Medic<br />Kenneth Fredric (father in law, "Grandpa Ken) - Army Infantry Vietnam<br />William Vertner (Shane's Dad)<br />Robert Baldwin (my uncle "Bobby") - Air Force Career<br />Greg Cullison (Shane's uncle) - Army Reserve<br />Cathe Frederic ("aunt" cathe)<br />Justin Morgan (Shane's counsin)<br />Tristan Theilman (friend)Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-69616969061235320722010-11-10T22:56:00.000-08:002010-11-10T23:10:02.778-08:00Day 16 - I'm thankful for Shaneand I'm thankful for Shane, every day... not just on his birthday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUcdD5ZveoCJ0ugBR4XF9mDB6HgHB_G70UQtAJ-PvCCHBFIB0u0U387i72i3S5IthwfCfmVJiEIH8HZ45ZBrlBUVjaVkdVbvOTE91gDxtrVKd8GYk9CNETwFWf5b7RkeirsvHTROPnwO4/s1600/100_9363.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUcdD5ZveoCJ0ugBR4XF9mDB6HgHB_G70UQtAJ-PvCCHBFIB0u0U387i72i3S5IthwfCfmVJiEIH8HZ45ZBrlBUVjaVkdVbvOTE91gDxtrVKd8GYk9CNETwFWf5b7RkeirsvHTROPnwO4/s320/100_9363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538184160600868018" border="0" /></a><br />He is an amazing father, true and honest friend, wonderful Christan husband, provider, funny guy, teacher, coach, companion and the one who can fix everything from sticky jar lids, to minor car problems, to lost iTunes and even the occasional crying baby.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC7ZNXk0IMwP2XRLblM-lLuT9_vLbrR9iWh60Wl4XF0tDh1hVul7dsGbwryk3UXGg2Yd6mohM4E-EYImdxyWM_sPTJ9VRBfe2O5gUZmZnEiH1JFXmFBtsjVCj5k2sMj011q0rbBnO0ZlR/s1600/100_0136.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC7ZNXk0IMwP2XRLblM-lLuT9_vLbrR9iWh60Wl4XF0tDh1hVul7dsGbwryk3UXGg2Yd6mohM4E-EYImdxyWM_sPTJ9VRBfe2O5gUZmZnEiH1JFXmFBtsjVCj5k2sMj011q0rbBnO0ZlR/s320/100_0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538184166285432034" border="0" /> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBHg5yoKTVZYfI5tN2Z-JTTizGpN7ui9g6omgpPe13L5n3y7w04er-vBXiYoOZfG7aUalwj5bHDONaok09Yp5lhWC8GXqY3sFLmxKYDNW14Gio-VWMIpx0dzOE8qJwChnvpbasWfUSMV2/s1600/100_1289.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBHg5yoKTVZYfI5tN2Z-JTTizGpN7ui9g6omgpPe13L5n3y7w04er-vBXiYoOZfG7aUalwj5bHDONaok09Yp5lhWC8GXqY3sFLmxKYDNW14Gio-VWMIpx0dzOE8qJwChnvpbasWfUSMV2/s320/100_1289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538184177715218050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday Honey - I love you so much!<br /></span></div>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-68695532108858467492010-11-09T22:03:00.001-08:002010-11-09T22:48:41.241-08:00Day 17 -I'm thankful to be Noah's Mom<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Happy 9th Birthday to Noah!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bY1-NYdc39iGDx3-dbvge9q1EEjLJq2WVoYaBKfuc7ixylPUsqKIEEEk5Esyq7a3TkgbqHUE59Pu282hoYmQfBOd9zYhOs09OQzkj0y8tB25hbLfn_19j5Rf8w7he1TFN-tAkh6R11-N/s1600/100_0746.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_bY1-NYdc39iGDx3-dbvge9q1EEjLJq2WVoYaBKfuc7ixylPUsqKIEEEk5Esyq7a3TkgbqHUE59Pu282hoYmQfBOd9zYhOs09OQzkj0y8tB25hbLfn_19j5Rf8w7he1TFN-tAkh6R11-N/s320/100_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537801027321615186" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes I feel as if my life didn't exist before being a mom. And then sometimes, I can't believe how quickly 9 years flies by.<br /><br />I really couldn't be more proud of who he is becoming. Just in the last few months I have begun to see glimpses of the man he's becoming. I couldn't imagine a better big brother for my kids.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2M7zWiuat7coZ7t9woKtlAICXX6oXKeV_20LcC-AXkwNcP5DeQrL-EESZ9A_QkBIRuEbFkVGlTFUFR7JSqKC2eMPZGoOvBsqCYCnxtvIY0VK3K3Av3UyCngRIzeLuiM0QAaxJtAVts5r/s1600/100_0005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2M7zWiuat7coZ7t9woKtlAICXX6oXKeV_20LcC-AXkwNcP5DeQrL-EESZ9A_QkBIRuEbFkVGlTFUFR7JSqKC2eMPZGoOvBsqCYCnxtvIY0VK3K3Av3UyCngRIzeLuiM0QAaxJtAVts5r/s320/100_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537801020915391778" border="0" /></a><br />Just a few examples of his wonderfulness (if I may)....<br /><br />We were busily trying to get through breakfast, dressing, packing for an outing and trying to get out the door in time. I was cleaning up from breakfast, still in my PJs, and the babies were trying to crawl up the stairs. Noah stops me and said "I'll finish the dishes, you can get dressed and get the babies dressed." The same morning he also managed to fill and distribute water bottles to each of the other kids in the car and carried one of the babies to the suburban and buckled him in. I didn't ask any of it of him.<br /><br />This week at Costco, we return to the car, he opens the door and moves the seat so that Zak, Maggy and Hannah can climb in the back, he stays with one baby in the cart while I'm buckling the other in, he unloads the groceries into the car. He then returns the cart, gladly, to the front of the store "so if someone else needs a dry cart, it won't get wet in the rain." Today at the grocery store, he returned our cart as well as two others to the front of the store.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHfqdLt1_5gBZMtCCqzlr5QM8UlZu0cQNMwIAuXhp6cCWa5vz4tHZ_nPqgULI509i_x4ChRuqiLS2c4A35coC6_JMpx7BhxFB6Vk1s0WMBNdvU8pY8F7DjrdMV1yIC5qAlllWTbNR1Akt/s1600/100_1348.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHfqdLt1_5gBZMtCCqzlr5QM8UlZu0cQNMwIAuXhp6cCWa5vz4tHZ_nPqgULI509i_x4ChRuqiLS2c4A35coC6_JMpx7BhxFB6Vk1s0WMBNdvU8pY8F7DjrdMV1yIC5qAlllWTbNR1Akt/s320/100_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537801013887740546" border="0" /></a><br />A week or so ago, the flu trampled through our house. The twins were struck first. Noah was ready and willing to take a fussy, clingy Nathan, even at the risk of being puked on.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2M7zWiuat7coZ7t9woKtlAICXX6oXKeV_20LcC-AXkwNcP5DeQrL-EESZ9A_QkBIRuEbFkVGlTFUFR7JSqKC2eMPZGoOvBsqCYCnxtvIY0VK3K3Av3UyCngRIzeLuiM0QAaxJtAVts5r/s1600/100_0005.JPG"><br /></a><br />I remember being told that it will not be the lessons we teach our children, but what we learn from them, that is more significant. Going back to his birth story, as we rehearsed it with him tonight, and realizing that there has been a recurring theme of challenges and struggles that will make us stronger and bring us closer.<br /><br />My pregnancy with Noah was faced with abruptions, bleeding, preterm labor and eventually delivery 5 weeks early. I really was so unprepared to be a mother, but because of these challenges, we were forced to charge in and find our way. Not with out mistakes, but better for all of it.<br /><br />Nursing didn't come easily for the boy who wasn't quite developed enough to suck-swallow-breathe. I was pumping, feeding, supplementing- an exhausting process. Eventually, I got the gumption to end the cycle and marathon nursed for about 4 days until he could be satisfied with a complete feeding in less than 30 minutes. And we nursed to a year. I'm so glad we did.<br /><br />I remember telling people that we were going to homeschool, to hear their response "I'd kill my kid if I had to be their teacher AND mom." And I could relate! It seemed that we were such different personalities that we might never find a way to work together. And here we are, into year 4, and he's my favorite student! As much as I knew we were challenged in working together, I also claimed that we would find a way to make it work and be better for it.<br /><br />I thank God for my son, and for all the lessons I've learned by being his Mom!<br /><br />Happy Birthday Noah!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XsCa8qZpkSw_686bFxANPe0mXpPe6QmIBxcI-1IQ12PKXkmj5_mx00jG6WEgeqkW997vg0L-z63hV-6UWKO01SswS1DuqNLr6CgiwnZPMXoeyewYRrhVoqNT1v0kf3jJcY-XZX2IyMPn/s1600/100_1065.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XsCa8qZpkSw_686bFxANPe0mXpPe6QmIBxcI-1IQ12PKXkmj5_mx00jG6WEgeqkW997vg0L-z63hV-6UWKO01SswS1DuqNLr6CgiwnZPMXoeyewYRrhVoqNT1v0kf3jJcY-XZX2IyMPn/s320/100_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537801008693655618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2M7zWiuat7coZ7t9woKtlAICXX6oXKeV_20LcC-AXkwNcP5DeQrL-EESZ9A_QkBIRuEbFkVGlTFUFR7JSqKC2eMPZGoOvBsqCYCnxtvIY0VK3K3Av3UyCngRIzeLuiM0QAaxJtAVts5r/s1600/100_0005.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHfqdLt1_5gBZMtCCqzlr5QM8UlZu0cQNMwIAuXhp6cCWa5vz4tHZ_nPqgULI509i_x4ChRuqiLS2c4A35coC6_JMpx7BhxFB6Vk1s0WMBNdvU8pY8F7DjrdMV1yIC5qAlllWTbNR1Akt/s1600/100_1348.JPG"><br /></a>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-89774164105678765302010-11-08T21:43:00.000-08:002010-11-08T23:25:26.180-08:00Day 18 - I'm thankful for the gift of MusicI started to play the piano when I was 6. I started to play the flute when I was 10. I minored in music in college. I have always been drawn towards music. But I don't think that my so-called talent is anything I can take credit for... it is a GIFT.<br /><br /><blockquote><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">"My gracious favor is all you need. My power works best in your weakness."...</span></h3><h3 style="text-align: right;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message">2 Corinthians 12 : 7-10</span></h3></blockquote>I believe now, that as I look back on my experiences as a musician, and I can see how God was working, even in the times when I didn't know him, to craft and develop this talent and PASSION for music, that it would bring him glory.<br /><br />This summer, my wonderful husband made plans for us to take a, much needed, weekend away. We got a hotel room and went to FishFest, a music festival sponsored by the local Christian radio station - 104.1 The Fish. (Eventhough the festival was being held in Vancouver - only a 30 minute drive from home). It was a fabulous weekend to reward ourselves for being so intensely engaged in our childrens' lives.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uhSAxz28hZ0cFk9thi0SIk6HHJ0xWacpFFLZnhJGWxF2yPepWooPeQaYZcLd9QHpgeUuf1OE2DBe6fRGndw_aSVqvzD52RKMk0IRvvhGrW8E7g5Sz70Pn4uIYj-xhlxCka8ZQqMX_I9I/s1600/100_1006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uhSAxz28hZ0cFk9thi0SIk6HHJ0xWacpFFLZnhJGWxF2yPepWooPeQaYZcLd9QHpgeUuf1OE2DBe6fRGndw_aSVqvzD52RKMk0IRvvhGrW8E7g5Sz70Pn4uIYj-xhlxCka8ZQqMX_I9I/s320/100_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537440508228480322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Jeremy Camp<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">We splurged on a Platinum ticket special that gave us access to meet the artists with about 3 dozen other people. While the general public waited in lines, sometimes for as long as 3 hours just for an autograph. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3Ekuim2utEzk5wzEsQZkml5RPsr5N9EJ9fj0uRj5uWZZ-YR6Vxq9BBMirVwV-dLNwwfj95-D1hahsU5ee_pazjnqyJvwjNv0F8evMXRL3H1dEfchr3d1b_yJ0qPriWi1u_J70_Tvfcl1/s1600/100_0977.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3Ekuim2utEzk5wzEsQZkml5RPsr5N9EJ9fj0uRj5uWZZ-YR6Vxq9BBMirVwV-dLNwwfj95-D1hahsU5ee_pazjnqyJvwjNv0F8evMXRL3H1dEfchr3d1b_yJ0qPriWi1u_J70_Tvfcl1/s320/100_0977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537440092196095522" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Thousand Foot Krutch - yes that guitarist has MASSIVE dreads - and he rocked them!<br />Anyone who thinks all Christian Music is mamsy-pambsy needs to meet these guys!<br /></span></span></div><br />We were seated right in the front. I used to think it was only crazy obsesive fans who would need to be that close to the stage, but no. There is a wholly different musical experience being that close.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisb2WaQXMpoXvWp2vW2-vusTvbdelho_FJLBb8XTDTUGlQWjrHQTR5hFWnvqXW7fV2ORG0CakI_apHXBOTt9z1eoReViFWwUtNHp7dJnJLLGyjQnZ5wI1avEnJ8TuLtLkGULekXPXOK-3n/s1600/100_0970.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisb2WaQXMpoXvWp2vW2-vusTvbdelho_FJLBb8XTDTUGlQWjrHQTR5hFWnvqXW7fV2ORG0CakI_apHXBOTt9z1eoReViFWwUtNHp7dJnJLLGyjQnZ5wI1avEnJ8TuLtLkGULekXPXOK-3n/s320/100_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537440104068210274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Matthew West<br /><br /></span></span></div>These artists are just people, there isn't anything superhuman about them... except Jesus shinning through them. Jeremy Camp, Brandon Heath, Matthew West, David Barnes, Thousand Foot Crutch and, my favorite, Britt Nicole all have an authenitic relationship with God that is clearly expressed in the music and when speaking with t hem in person.<br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span><span class="UIStory_Message"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yLE9bEFOG_gZbCeDnPJUkeO-ttTIahX4ckQaSeKC2EMWSMyuFqqVZqYpN70z3koAy4MNNl8xVCGLgSqj8RcV30U-ci5zZRUSbAo8bbLufSTbpajdkDdbcYDucjwiB5shvDNwLaQVDW-D/s1600/100_0964.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yLE9bEFOG_gZbCeDnPJUkeO-ttTIahX4ckQaSeKC2EMWSMyuFqqVZqYpN70z3koAy4MNNl8xVCGLgSqj8RcV30U-ci5zZRUSbAo8bbLufSTbpajdkDdbcYDucjwiB5shvDNwLaQVDW-D/s320/100_0964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537440087737774018" border="0" /></a></span></span></h3><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Brandon Heath<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was familiar with Britt Nicole's music prior to the performance, but after seeing her, I realized how perfect of a role model she is for our daughters. The music of her message is love. Scriptures flow from her in normal conversations. We saw her meeting with fans, listening to their stories and then praying with them. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvqb1IIuQDn6yeAxJkJ5S8l6KnQTlwciYZBOyP6AwlVpzYo5ant1enY4b_18W1VLs2nBDJUn6Ylfe5b8rip-oSqJ3ibSuvkpGnkF_vA_pTSNuY5sM2rPwUXMX3eql_UL9c1IqRH7tUexE/s1600/100_0995.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvqb1IIuQDn6yeAxJkJ5S8l6KnQTlwciYZBOyP6AwlVpzYo5ant1enY4b_18W1VLs2nBDJUn6Ylfe5b8rip-oSqJ3ibSuvkpGnkF_vA_pTSNuY5sM2rPwUXMX3eql_UL9c1IqRH7tUexE/s320/100_0995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537440111309089058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Britt Nicole</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><br />She gave us an autograph to give to Hannah and she included a reference to 2 Chronicles - calling her to boldly accept her place as a chosen one of God. So cool....<br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nexRC77hYCU?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nexRC77hYCU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br />But that weekend has really come to mean so much more to me. It intensified my passion for music, especially for the music of Praise. It seems that since that experience, every opportunity to worship makes me want to move, and dance, and sing and harmonize!<br /><br />I had someone tell me that they enjoyed standing next to me in church, which really honors and flatters me. But I know that my joy in the worship is greater than any attention I'd ever receive for the worship. It is truly an AWE-some joy, beyond words. It is a gift. I am very, very grateful for that gift.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-67438439948013732272010-11-07T21:33:00.000-08:002010-11-07T22:22:39.102-08:00Thankfulness Countdown 19: I'm thankful to live where we doI've also been posting my thing I'm thankful for on FB. In response to today's post, a friend said "You are in God's country, out there in Oregon."<br /><br />Yes, Amber, we do get to see the amazing wonder in God's creation all around us out here. Right now, we have moved into the rainy season. In the car on the way to lunch, after church, the kids were marveling at how beautifully blue and clear the sky was. I was struck by the fiery orange and reds of the leaves, mostly fallen, littering the sidewalks and street curbs. And a 45 degree pan to the west showed the most vicious black storm clouds, like a wall - stopping the sunshine. Other clouds like vertical sheer sheets, that had to bring drenching rain from the high heavens to the ground below. It was an impressive sight to see. And yet, last week, the first week of November, we had two days over 70 degrees- It'll always keep you guessing!<br /><br />Oregon is wonderful! All with in a few hours drive, we can be in the city, in the mountains, the high desert, the coast, the Columbia River Gorge.<br /><br /><br />We are close to the city! Shane's commute from home to downtown Portland usually takes about 25 minutes. The public transportation is great and ever expanding. The city is clean and fresh, and since it's inhabited by Oregonians, it's pretty green too!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOLRmkrGevktNMf8gmESWhDL0B2dL0ZXLBBeOs4rx3vI1rK9xTcGLeTP8rh-f3DTcDpznm5pN1CLeSFG1tXg1YMn9br0ucnsI88HOTzv7Yze3M2_doC26LgOFh6whf2kWwWAO5xJ5ed_I/s1600/100_1198.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdOLRmkrGevktNMf8gmESWhDL0B2dL0ZXLBBeOs4rx3vI1rK9xTcGLeTP8rh-f3DTcDpznm5pN1CLeSFG1tXg1YMn9br0ucnsI88HOTzv7Yze3M2_doC26LgOFh6whf2kWwWAO5xJ5ed_I/s320/100_1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537057690846028930" border="0" /></a><br />We have so many local farms to choose from for fresh produce, dairy and meats. (I'm THINKING about trying raw milk!) My freezer and pantry are full of blueberries, strawberries, peaches, pears, apples, and corn. Had it not been for a rough spring, that list would have also included tomatoes, pickles and zucchini as well!<br /><br />When it is time to play, the options are so numerous and the scenery is just amazing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwr-uRONhj_gZDOp8V9pUwH2Dv5QLDrufTDtdyBWqdycohnkYglnTotYhl8b2cho7AyRl7vL1bZJ2W6PCghMvaA-pg56yR8CrB3NcENXO1bumV1nZXlmVqyYTmrsjKixi5d9xA1SGnwg8/s1600/000_0317.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwr-uRONhj_gZDOp8V9pUwH2Dv5QLDrufTDtdyBWqdycohnkYglnTotYhl8b2cho7AyRl7vL1bZJ2W6PCghMvaA-pg56yR8CrB3NcENXO1bumV1nZXlmVqyYTmrsjKixi5d9xA1SGnwg8/s320/000_0317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537057700667807970" border="0" /></a><br />Great parks, great museums, great rec centers, great sports.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVJnhhfDk26a8VQjoym68RCBmmvHYKhK37FgtbC6jtMRLrSPwZG4Tje4s-hO3HRaqa6VuQxhW5ixvLVpErIYus4TNDmpZrgXviWHI9zHGZpuNCNTCyWisHQIxgOKNVhS0GHaHQ6znKVc5/s1600/100_0537.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVJnhhfDk26a8VQjoym68RCBmmvHYKhK37FgtbC6jtMRLrSPwZG4Tje4s-hO3HRaqa6VuQxhW5ixvLVpErIYus4TNDmpZrgXviWHI9zHGZpuNCNTCyWisHQIxgOKNVhS0GHaHQ6znKVc5/s320/100_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537057705325781490" border="0" /></a><br />Simply - Oregon Rocks!Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-12344187037565815432010-11-06T22:01:00.000-07:002010-11-07T14:49:05.914-08:00Thankfulness countdown 20 - I'm Thankful for True FriendsWe have been so fortunate, in the last few years especially, to be surrounded by a wonderful community of friends. If it were not for our families and this amazing group of friends, raising six children would be a nearly impossible venture. With their support, it become possible and even enjoyable.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzanxiA59Kxg5FRR7ckfOXcPzw4dhkk1H9W46t20lpMkjPruyCL_W7tME9cBvhAYdgkGg5RyuB819EbgardNhVxUolnrYSHcpJGnllxQS8G8A7j5NtHzzTunDVuvXofRi29FfSv9LKQdcy/s1600/100_1261.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzanxiA59Kxg5FRR7ckfOXcPzw4dhkk1H9W46t20lpMkjPruyCL_W7tME9cBvhAYdgkGg5RyuB819EbgardNhVxUolnrYSHcpJGnllxQS8G8A7j5NtHzzTunDVuvXofRi29FfSv9LKQdcy/s320/100_1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536675276345782354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Realizing the formidable journey the first year with baby twins could be, their first birthday was as much a celebration of our survival, as well as a celebration of our boys!<br /><br />Here is the video from Nathan and Micah's first birthday. CHEERS!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqLKk_3pTbk?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AqLKk_3pTbk?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-72111341787552944322010-11-05T14:00:00.000-07:002010-11-05T14:18:33.341-07:00Thankfulness countdown 21 - I'm Thankful for My MomSometimes, I'll pass by a mirror and stop, do a double take. I really have days where I look more and more like my Mom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW4SZRVZi8ht4E4zUpgS_tngf96dRxkNakC2tVgfz0oxv4AoNwiTuw9glEy6PItsR0VYhSD6N3QDeET7GJhsjtsyzewKBby7jA6uDlyWF6fUc-Spn4g01oaqXAOtk6-ScIv8wX9qRavLL/s1600/0447+Jul+74+Middletown+ALBD.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioW4SZRVZi8ht4E4zUpgS_tngf96dRxkNakC2tVgfz0oxv4AoNwiTuw9glEy6PItsR0VYhSD6N3QDeET7GJhsjtsyzewKBby7jA6uDlyWF6fUc-Spn4g01oaqXAOtk6-ScIv8wX9qRavLL/s400/0447+Jul+74+Middletown+ALBD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536175552642249058" border="0" /></a>It's been over 15 years since I've seen her. Yet, her memory and legacy is strong, every day in my life.<br /><br />Although, I don't feel I've equaled my mother's skills, I am delighted in the pursuit of these things, and relate to her enjoyment in these things.<br /><br />She was a meticulous semestress, fantastic cook and baker, intense gardener, heartfelt educator with a love for learning, and an awesome home-maker (not a house wife, but one who MAKES a home). When I was small, I didn't find much interest in really any of these things, despite my mother's encouragement. Of course, this is a regret I have, that I didn't know well enough to seize that opportunity while it was there. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmX6mh0yfey8ykOfnN1JWFLJtUvhFaxVzDgI1gN9Zp34Io-_phOWg02NlhHhPMVHmiDvTOUfy7Oqvt7FIAsPDx7Az9HhbbH2sFCM3_AQqTTm4GEECNKq1HeTdfzgSwQtN4izeph6mllrWy/s1600/0468+Sum+79+34+Grahaber+Rd+SCDV+ALBD+ARD+RRD.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmX6mh0yfey8ykOfnN1JWFLJtUvhFaxVzDgI1gN9Zp34Io-_phOWg02NlhHhPMVHmiDvTOUfy7Oqvt7FIAsPDx7Az9HhbbH2sFCM3_AQqTTm4GEECNKq1HeTdfzgSwQtN4izeph6mllrWy/s400/0468+Sum+79+34+Grahaber+Rd+SCDV+ALBD+ARD+RRD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536175565322259394" border="0" /></a><br />I'm so thankful for the foundations she laid in my life, very much defining who I am. I am thankful for the inspiration she provides me as a mother, wife, friend, and teacher.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-51574258831504267192010-11-04T21:16:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:44:24.282-07:00Thankfulness countdown 22 - Creator God who chose me to be loved!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us in Christ to be holy and without fault in his eyes.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ephesians 1:4</span><br /></div></div></blockquote><br />This morning I attended the WPM (Moms') bible study this morning at <a href="http://www.westportchurch.org/">Westport Church</a>. We are studying Ephesians. Our wonderful and amazing teacher was showing us a diagram of the Holy Tabernacle, as described in the Old Testament. In the Law, God set out for the Israelites very specific rules about who would be allowed to enter the most holy places in the temple. God gave very specific instructions for the "Holy of Holys", the deepest part of the Temple, which was separated by a veil or curtain, included many specific laws to be kept by the select priests who could enter this place. If he did not follow these instructions, he could die, simply by being in the presence of God and not being completely pure and holy.<br /><br />And so here I am, today, in 2010, reflecting on that image of God's, literal, supreme holiness, and knowing that when Christ made his sacrifice on the cross for us, that "tore the veil" bringing us into God's holy presence. <br /><br />He chose me to be loved. <br />He chose me in Christ.<br />He chose me to be without fault in his eyes.<br />He chose me, before he formed the world.<br /><br />Wow. <br /><br />Thank you God.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-58362446689113051602010-11-04T20:42:00.000-07:002010-11-04T21:15:24.606-07:00Don't call it a comebackI just went back to see, it is sad. In the last 12 months I have posted a whoping 12 times to my beloved blog :-(<br /><br />I know. I 've been busy and have plenty of reasons to neglect this site.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4J483KZeOLp_QxO5_-ZF5VbQIomJWqVZhwjxvQ6CvV0vFrvT9ef_SB4p5Vr_isZhUz-8Is2ZjxzS_QDxsyRye5kinnWl7fgbwy35OltB67Ieumj8b7ZQO3l__FQ3CotY_T5WJLaxqD2i/s1600/contemplating.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4J483KZeOLp_QxO5_-ZF5VbQIomJWqVZhwjxvQ6CvV0vFrvT9ef_SB4p5Vr_isZhUz-8Is2ZjxzS_QDxsyRye5kinnWl7fgbwy35OltB67Ieumj8b7ZQO3l__FQ3CotY_T5WJLaxqD2i/s200/contemplating.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535913675824336130" border="0" /></a>But if I was honest with myself, I know everything is a choice. I do have 6 children to care for, feed, clothe, educate, keep safe, entertain, taxi, etc... But I also have made a choice to divert energy to Facebook.<br /><br />(I like being able to touch into my friend's lives, with little effort on my part. Giving them tidbits of my life. Letting them know I care with a comment or wall post. And, the opportunities to reconnect with 10 and 15 year long lost friends has been invaluable and delightful!)<br /><br />I can justify attention to Facebook all day long, but I know that it is only a junk food fix for the real outlet that I need. Likewise, I realize that neither FB nor blogging will ever replace the need for true face to face relationships.<br /><br />Yet, I loved the process of documenting my life. I imagine that maybe in a 100 years, a great grand child would stumble upon my ramblings about the good ole days.<br /><br />So, in light of the coming Thanksgiving holiday, and an effort to return to purposeful blogging, I am committing to come here first, before the FB world, to post on thankfulness, for the next 21 days. With any luck, I will also get you reacquainted with myself and my family.<br /><br />...but lets hold off on calling it a comeback for a bit.Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3032013405121607957.post-29603090085290123452010-09-22T22:46:00.001-07:002010-09-22T23:08:59.632-07:00I want to show you something<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7h_1uw8IiJ4x6nXSWxL7G50nGLE08i06JxNDBShWgaWFlRMVq0-5EpGnObIG1yCig2CI3QQ5h1wwceSYuXDMsRM-wfNk0DYTlf_0BdHQQ4ihMfFFonllvG83FHqEgX0vkNg4oD04eURH/s1600/100_1158.JPG"><br /></a>I almost didn't believe it was going to happen before her third birthday, but HALLELUJAH! Maggy is done with diapers!<br /><br />It was Monday night, and we were mulling about the kitchen getting ready for dinner. Maggy had been successful with peeing on the potty for several days, but no poop yet. She went into the bathroom and asked for "some privacy." A minute or two later, she walks out of the bathroom, bare bottomed, tugs on her Daddy's side and said "Come here, I want to show you something." Just as matter a fact as an adult would have. She wanted to show him her poop in the potty! Is it wrong to say that's just so cute?!<br /><br />I've heard it said a million times, and I have always want to think differently when I have a toddler that I think is ready for potty training, but it is true - "they will learn when they are ready."<br /><br />Maggy will be one of (if not the most) strong willed of our children. I sort of expect her to be much like her mother, bold and outspoken. This is good as well as challenging.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUiipyxpDwwZslPvjbnFPGCPxFz3Zc0XmxMISFeWL70gsf6SiqLYZewmMRKw1lKekTblZUp_b7PDVSyB_yVPdu-gCC_L_MY3O2z_UffaqeQDiPNU2CHO9chhu0yIJLrKPXN-52UoFpMFB/s1600/100_1147.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwUiipyxpDwwZslPvjbnFPGCPxFz3Zc0XmxMISFeWL70gsf6SiqLYZewmMRKw1lKekTblZUp_b7PDVSyB_yVPdu-gCC_L_MY3O2z_UffaqeQDiPNU2CHO9chhu0yIJLrKPXN-52UoFpMFB/s400/100_1147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519981975241762818" border="0" /></a><br />She was promised a reward of a new dolly when she could go a whole day in dry panties. Normally, we don't get to this store often. As a matter of fact, Zak kept referring to the store as "Good Will"... which I guess we patronize a bit more frequently.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFzpAtN6eyN9bTzrilPsA1oHwT0vCHjO9F5IG7LJND-i_zFH6GaLz1H_Y3puCBqc31ggIHfwkBzHoNltz6ECvI2UUACCmnW48Pb_RKcnIFVR4qpT7yAe78si4Llu6aYBsLgRHp0-AlT-s/s1600/100_1149.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFzpAtN6eyN9bTzrilPsA1oHwT0vCHjO9F5IG7LJND-i_zFH6GaLz1H_Y3puCBqc31ggIHfwkBzHoNltz6ECvI2UUACCmnW48Pb_RKcnIFVR4qpT7yAe78si4Llu6aYBsLgRHp0-AlT-s/s400/100_1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519981989013603858" border="0" /></a><br />A quick stop for a potty break before shopping. Toys R Us is so considerate of their patrons that they equip their bathroom with at least one toilet that is kids height, about 18 inches off the ground. This particular toilet had blue water... so Maggy was leery. She had the opportunity to choose from a blue toilet, a normal toilet, or the handicap stall, with an extra high toilet (and big stall). She chose the tallest thrown. Maybe size matters?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn1cckSY2wNt_O8N5x1REiY39uhaCcqPT_IK8HmXmxkauu9PuXPyJLdtCt885zVp_Z4_HVhHAvmYN2CGZ0WyIQpBRX3hqaYCfJSrCsyBnfRXuZ0WhPlMlhNEZFxyiNTNorPLb1_DDTmaY/s1600/100_1151.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrn1cckSY2wNt_O8N5x1REiY39uhaCcqPT_IK8HmXmxkauu9PuXPyJLdtCt885zVp_Z4_HVhHAvmYN2CGZ0WyIQpBRX3hqaYCfJSrCsyBnfRXuZ0WhPlMlhNEZFxyiNTNorPLb1_DDTmaY/s400/100_1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519981998266104498" border="0" /></a><br />So many options to consider...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIVfW61I3EDFNVLXSnkZjHbGPzCk0o2ZbJvSGXEMQ1Ez0vt6kZGdTThqSgzGEfc6djRXimEG6jFgLF2a0uGi0xU42NrwdZ2FfL4NER39a6EgVvRfUMQz-BdMCA9bFc3RiQ8G75IIqBJyr/s1600/100_1152.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzIVfW61I3EDFNVLXSnkZjHbGPzCk0o2ZbJvSGXEMQ1Ez0vt6kZGdTThqSgzGEfc6djRXimEG6jFgLF2a0uGi0xU42NrwdZ2FfL4NER39a6EgVvRfUMQz-BdMCA9bFc3RiQ8G75IIqBJyr/s400/100_1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519982021420592098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...I didn't point this one out to her - for what I think are obvious reasons - but had to show you.... REALLY!? (Ok, nuff said)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7h_1uw8IiJ4x6nXSWxL7G50nGLE08i06JxNDBShWgaWFlRMVq0-5EpGnObIG1yCig2CI3QQ5h1wwceSYuXDMsRM-wfNk0DYTlf_0BdHQQ4ihMfFFonllvG83FHqEgX0vkNg4oD04eURH/s1600/100_1158.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7h_1uw8IiJ4x6nXSWxL7G50nGLE08i06JxNDBShWgaWFlRMVq0-5EpGnObIG1yCig2CI3QQ5h1wwceSYuXDMsRM-wfNk0DYTlf_0BdHQQ4ihMfFFonllvG83FHqEgX0vkNg4oD04eURH/s400/100_1158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519982253569301058" border="0" /></a><br />Maggy was eagerly assisted by her siblings, who all want to provide input which she should get. Including Mr. I'm-too-serious-to-be-8 -Noah, who wanted to point out how expensive they all were. (did I mention many of their toys come second hand?). <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixz3WoRtWpz-1fEYCA7JvLfF1R3Macwu_N9QSGj8BHz-ZoBzZ0klfFXHLk9852nXskpgyY5ALBCi834mgwbEpXed34eWRa9kU_XIb1SbUonTLK4N4_jM9_Jqqh8hWm_AL0XHd_NGKDFji_/s1600/100_1157.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixz3WoRtWpz-1fEYCA7JvLfF1R3Macwu_N9QSGj8BHz-ZoBzZ0klfFXHLk9852nXskpgyY5ALBCi834mgwbEpXed34eWRa9kU_XIb1SbUonTLK4N4_jM9_Jqqh8hWm_AL0XHd_NGKDFji_/s400/100_1157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519982035258857042" border="0" /></a><br />But ultimately, the choice was hers. A strawberry scented Dora with her own hair brush. Perfect. And actually less than the cost of a package of diapers!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bs_K31LX_4nZDXIgyl7zkkGt6cvCmqGlN91vt9qZLRoTaZFGg6NnsEzhYmdztglC54v57VyIUKwIoxPw4_hniG3WpK8m0NuynGTkx1hBE_iOiSmJpMkZsK_hzuVC7V5FQ2uSOUhYaD96/s1600/100_1161.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bs_K31LX_4nZDXIgyl7zkkGt6cvCmqGlN91vt9qZLRoTaZFGg6NnsEzhYmdztglC54v57VyIUKwIoxPw4_hniG3WpK8m0NuynGTkx1hBE_iOiSmJpMkZsK_hzuVC7V5FQ2uSOUhYaD96/s400/100_1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519982246904702882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As I look at her, I can't believe how quickly she is growing up. She brings me joy and delights my heart, and despite how this makes me grieve the end to her babyhood, I love her more each day!Sarah Vertnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492245676141686732noreply@blogger.com1