<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169</id><updated>2011-12-27T09:48:19.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-1166206856745686084</id><published>2011-12-27T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:45:19.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xNHRlEykvg/TvoCQ57KzaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E8BRxhJDnbY/s1600/IMG_2768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690863568586198434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xNHRlEykvg/TvoCQ57KzaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E8BRxhJDnbY/s400/IMG_2768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did you ever feel this way when something happens in your life you weren't expecting or don't want? Michael received a Wii fit plus for Christmas. He was not happy, you see he uses this at his therapies to gain better balance. So to him it looked like we were bringing therapy home and taking away the fun. But now that it is all set up and he sees all of us using it, it has become fun and he's doing real well in the balance department and at the same time having fun. Looking at this picture made me think about the things God has allowed in my life. At first complete disappointment but as time goes on I can see the good. He works everything for our good even when we can't see it or don't want it. He only wants what is best for us just like I only want whats best for Michael - even though Michael does not agree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-1166206856745686084?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1166206856745686084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=1166206856745686084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/1166206856745686084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/1166206856745686084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2011/12/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0xNHRlEykvg/TvoCQ57KzaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E8BRxhJDnbY/s72-c/IMG_2768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-7304395583028755621</id><published>2010-10-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:13:57.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old (or should I say older...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/TLojdBZV4lI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1sX7CTcEIc/s1600/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/TLojdBZV4lI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1sX7CTcEIc/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528770474048610898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remember how I feel right now.... I feel GREAT and HAPPY that I did it!  I haven't been exercising as much lately because I hurt my back.  I wanted to start again today but really had to talk myself into it. It's not easy like it was in my thirties.  I use to go running all the time and now walking is a workout.  And another thing that shows me I'm "getting older" is every year we usually go to Great America.  Having a child with physical disabilities requires one of us to go on the rides with him.  This is the first year I actually got sick after one of the rides, that has never happened before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to look forward to this time in my life.  Forget what lies behind and press onto what's ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-7304395583028755621?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7304395583028755621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=7304395583028755621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7304395583028755621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7304395583028755621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-old-or-should-i-say-older.html' title='Getting Old (or should I say older...)'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/TLojdBZV4lI/AAAAAAAAALg/u1sX7CTcEIc/s72-c/IMG_2155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-308725266950837773</id><published>2010-01-10T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:36:17.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0pWKBfhiJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nciTAaLw_88/s1600-h/Dr.+Michael+Candir+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0pWKBfhiJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nciTAaLw_88/s320/Dr.+Michael+Candir+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425243431320520850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was a breech baby who had a difficult birth.  He spent 3 weeks in the newborn intensive care unit.  The doctors gave us little hope for his life.  "They" said he would probably never roll over, sit-up, crawl, walk, talk, or eat by mouth.  He came home on a ng-tube (a tube going through his nose to his stomach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOD......had different plans for his life and for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael sat-up, crawled, walks (with a walker), talks (with a ACC device), and today I am so extremely happy to say EATS ALMOST ANYTHING BY MOUTH!!!!!  He just finished his lunch which consisted of chicken broccoli alfredo pasta, some little smokies in crescent rolls.  Earlier at breakfast he had cream of wheat, and some pancakes.  His favorite foods are anything with cheese in it - grilled cheese, macaroni and cheese, pizza, cheetos, etc.  We have to be careful because of his severe peanut allergy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken years of patience, lots of practice, and diligence.  But by God's grace Michael can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on.  Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing?"  Matthew 6:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0pVk0OSrqI/AAAAAAAAALI/NOCaSacx_3s/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0pVk0OSrqI/AAAAAAAAALI/NOCaSacx_3s/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425242792103423650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it could of been that he would of never learned to eat and I would of accepted that but today I can be happy and praise God for this blessing.  As a mom one of my favorite things to do is feed my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-308725266950837773?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/308725266950837773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=308725266950837773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/308725266950837773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/308725266950837773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-god.html' title='But God'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0pWKBfhiJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nciTAaLw_88/s72-c/Dr.+Michael+Candir+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-848533151271131847</id><published>2010-01-04T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:31:56.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs vs. Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0HtsRQtE2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UplxdLH2mAI/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0HtsRQtE2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UplxdLH2mAI/s320/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422876771134280546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I think about the day I feel overwhelmed.  I'm without a washer and a dryer, there's a mess downstairs and insurance people to deal with.  There's school to start, therapies to go to, meals to make, work tonite.  I want to crawl back in bed.  But instead I will praise God for meeting my needs and giving me the strength to go forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every trial I face is allowed by God for my ultimate good. In part, that good includes my ability to discern the difference between needs and wants. Today if I endure, God promises to give me what I need. Tomorrow, in heaven, He promises to give me everything I could ever want and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-848533151271131847?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/848533151271131847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=848533151271131847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/848533151271131847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/848533151271131847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/needs-vs-wants.html' title='Needs vs. Wants'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0HtsRQtE2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/UplxdLH2mAI/s72-c/IMG_1566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-2128522190970230226</id><published>2010-01-02T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:48:40.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two of 2010 - House on fire!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0ATXu-bhLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/04o_Zw_0yw0/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0ATXu-bhLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/04o_Zw_0yw0/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422355249821877426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thanking God tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dryer caught on fire this afternoon while I was gone and Adi, Kristy and Michael were all upstairs laying around (Kristy was actually asleep).  The smoke alarms went off but by then the house was filling up with smoke.  Adi yelled for Kristy to get Michael out of the house and to call 911.  She did and then called me hysterically crying because Adi wasn't coming out of the house.  And here is where I had to totally trust in God that what he was allowing right now was in His control.  What I wrote about yesterday was already going to be tested in my life.  Would I believe what I wrote?  Would I trust Him or give into fear?  I hung up the phone with Kristy and prayed for safety for Adi and for our home that we have lived in for 23 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was so good.  Sure we lost our laundry room and a little bit of the office but it can be replaced.  Adi, Kristy, and Michael were all safe.  We have our home.  There is so much to be thankful for.  It could of happened when no-one was home or at night when we were all sleeping.  A dryer and a washer, clothes, cabinets, walls, windows can all be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonite I am truly thankful as I lay down in my bed in my warm house with my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-2128522190970230226?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2128522190970230226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=2128522190970230226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2128522190970230226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2128522190970230226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-two-of-2010-house-on-fire.html' title='Day Two of 2010 - House on fire!!!'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/S0ATXu-bhLI/AAAAAAAAAKY/04o_Zw_0yw0/s72-c/IMG_0473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-3577530291448376978</id><published>2010-01-01T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:55:45.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year - Welcome to 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Sz4MuHHrP3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ChR8IaegdXI/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Sz4MuHHrP3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ChR8IaegdXI/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784987725414258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Sz4MtvPqHMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KIXFAi32cAc/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Sz4MtvPqHMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KIXFAi32cAc/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421784981316443330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this year to be good.  Not filled with wonderful things but things that will cause me to grow as a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often treat suffering like a dodgeball game. Anytime anything painful comes at us, we jump out of the way. We spend our whole lives trying to avoid anything that will hurt or be hard. But there's a better kind of life - a deeper, more fulfilling kind of life - that isn't about avoiding every pain. It's about finding God faithful and powerful in the midst of whatever thorns He allows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about our weakness that opens the flow of God's strength.&lt;br /&gt;When you are in the midst of a trial, there's a power coming into your life that you've never experienced before. When you see a hard thing coming, try saying, "I may not want this, but I know I'm going to see Christ working in my life in an incredible way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never allows a thorn but that He provides sufficient grace and strength in our weaknesses. Sufficient grace is not just enough to survive, but enough to have supernatural joy in the midst of anything He allows us to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have other goals, to exercise more (who doesn't have this goal), to be much more diligent in schooling Michael, and to cook more (I watched Julia and Julie last night).  But most of all I want my life to mean something, I want to make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-3577530291448376978?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3577530291448376978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=3577530291448376978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/3577530291448376978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/3577530291448376978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-welcome-to-2010.html' title='A New Year - Welcome to 2010'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Sz4MuHHrP3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ChR8IaegdXI/s72-c/IMG_1167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-8878270073965561792</id><published>2009-09-08T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:46:50.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Zoo Trip</title><content type='html'>Day 3 of my exercising and going strong.  Labor day and we took the train and got off at Clybourn and walked to Lincoln Park Zoo.  Never again!!!  It took over an hour to walk and then we walked all day at the zoo and then to a place to eat and then over an hour and a half walk back to the train station.  Needless to say I didn't get much sleep last night because I ached so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMSx3-e4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8tO0FhqyYOw/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMSx3-e4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8tO0FhqyYOw/s400/IMG_1108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211427938466690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was afraid of the goat who is eating the cracker crumbs off his chair!  He was afraid he was going to eat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMSS1DPqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-RnXPB5gO3k/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMSS1DPqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-RnXPB5gO3k/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211419604696738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMR8BK-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cu2XKSqn_K4/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMR8BK-vI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Cu2XKSqn_K4/s400/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211413481519858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMRLTLNMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CzbrBBW-Ur8/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMRLTLNMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CzbrBBW-Ur8/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211400403694786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMQvoZIzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4woyJnpSJVg/s1600-h/IMG_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMQvoZIzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4woyJnpSJVg/s400/IMG_1129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379211392976495410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for our stop after a very long day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-8878270073965561792?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8878270073965561792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=8878270073965561792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/8878270073965561792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/8878270073965561792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-zoo-trip.html' title='Labor Day Zoo Trip'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqbMSx3-e4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/8tO0FhqyYOw/s72-c/IMG_1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-2226396542550981004</id><published>2009-09-06T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T08:03:42.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqPNU459JwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CvYiFji8L1U/s1600-h/900641-Peaceful-Scenery-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqPNU459JwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CvYiFji8L1U/s400/900641-Peaceful-Scenery-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378368138767050498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day that God graciously gave us to rest.  I love Sundays.  We were going to go the zoo but since the weather doesn't look to good we are going tomorrow.  We had a nice breakfast and then will leave for Church in an hour.  I'm hoping to try and make a homemade deep dish pizza this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No walking today.  It's good that today is a day of rest because my body is aching from two days of hill walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seek the Lord while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near; let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord, that He may have compassion on him, and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.  For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the Lord.  For as the heavens are highter than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts."  Isaiah 55: 6-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-2226396542550981004?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2226396542550981004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=2226396542550981004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2226396542550981004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2226396542550981004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-of-rest.html' title='Day of rest'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqPNU459JwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/CvYiFji8L1U/s72-c/900641-Peaceful-Scenery-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-967715634688944200</id><published>2009-09-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:05:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqKZhKDo8lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/n4njgaZox7g/s1600-h/weightloss311.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378029699948147282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqKZhKDo8lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/n4njgaZox7g/s320/weightloss311.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqKY4EFMBgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2I96t3hWPmI/s1600-h/IMG_1089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378028993969391106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqKY4EFMBgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2I96t3hWPmI/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an absolutely beautiful day. I went for a 30 minute walk. I had my ipod on and so enjoyed it. I didn't have to take my sidekick with me so there was no weighlifting involved! Great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the day the Lord has made we will rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-967715634688944200?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/967715634688944200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=967715634688944200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/967715634688944200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/967715634688944200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqKZhKDo8lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/n4njgaZox7g/s72-c/weightloss311.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-1578280991405098390</id><published>2009-09-04T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:58:39.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFeAkw8bII/AAAAAAAAAIg/MsAIYbWg0fA/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682794019056770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFeAkw8bII/AAAAAAAAAIg/MsAIYbWg0fA/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I put them on and I went for a 45 minute walk. I pushed Michael in the jogging stroller, which is an extra 55 pounds I'm pushing up the hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFeAH12sAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bQNaStKUHvg/s1600-h/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682786255024130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFeAH12sAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/bQNaStKUHvg/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walked alongside the lake for awhile. I have so much to be thankful for. I'm healthy and I can just go out the door and walk in a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFd_lYLQdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dmkwR-2ih60/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682777003737554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFd_lYLQdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dmkwR-2ih60/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went off the road for awhile through the park and found this path. It lead to a big hill (for sledding in the winter!) We also went to the park and helping Michael climb the ladders and go down the slides is like weightlifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFd_OaRKII/AAAAAAAAAII/zYDyDMULkQA/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377682770838497410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFd_OaRKII/AAAAAAAAAII/zYDyDMULkQA/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make known to me the path of life; in Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-1578280991405098390?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1578280991405098390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=1578280991405098390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/1578280991405098390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/1578280991405098390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqFeAkw8bII/AAAAAAAAAIg/MsAIYbWg0fA/s72-c/IMG_1085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-7309816761790895793</id><published>2009-09-04T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:37:16.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqElqcLodtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i6T1HRUpdGA/s1600-h/4330_1164659474425_1166027589_489908_4859000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377620841106798290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqElqcLodtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i6T1HRUpdGA/s320/4330_1164659474425_1166027589_489908_4859000_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is exercising so hard for me? Once I get outside and start walking I feel great! It's just the getting out there that is so hard. But I know with all my heart it is something I need to do. It is good for me, it clears my mind, I see the beauty of God's creation, it gives me time to think and pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to use this blog to record my exercising attempts. Each day I hope to write what I did and how I felt and what I thought about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-7309816761790895793?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7309816761790895793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=7309816761790895793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7309816761790895793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7309816761790895793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SqElqcLodtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i6T1HRUpdGA/s72-c/4330_1164659474425_1166027589_489908_4859000_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-881307214575616304</id><published>2009-06-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:01:57.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5oc5Tw8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/E9vbGZU0hc8/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388056338187202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5oc5Tw8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/E9vbGZU0hc8/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, one day your husband of one year comes home and is excited about something he listened to on the radio.  "We are going to homeschool our children"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - "What children"?  "Is that legal"?  "I am not a teacher"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thus began our journey.  I'm not saying it was easy, at times it was downright hard.  But I was blessed with a son who was diligent in schoolwork and had dreams that he pursued.  This May he graduated with a degree in accounting.  Matt I am so proud of all your hardwork and I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5n9gcJaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qWlZHYwj-3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388047912379810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5n9gcJaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qWlZHYwj-3Q/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even express the joy I felt inside watching him walk in.  (He's the one who's looking towards the audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5nkW50OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U7cAeWAqhm0/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388041161494754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5nkW50OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/U7cAeWAqhm0/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi, Michael and Kristy.  (I'm the photographer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5nTjUsvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9HRswmweCJg/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342388036650185458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5nTjUsvI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9HRswmweCJg/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-881307214575616304?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/881307214575616304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=881307214575616304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/881307214575616304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/881307214575616304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/matts-graduation.html' title='Matt&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SiP5oc5Tw8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/E9vbGZU0hc8/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-5539093650829266551</id><published>2009-04-21T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T06:12:22.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treadmill Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3FW7f3A5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/A6E4z5lrCyU/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130931968279442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3FW7f3A5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/A6E4z5lrCyU/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael physical therapist wants him walking on the treadmill each day.  I figured out a way to motivate him.  TV with headphones on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3FCv1d1gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eZO7AEpuFFw/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130585240294914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3FCv1d1gI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eZO7AEpuFFw/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It kept his head straight and his body lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3EkxzLDUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dYp1MvOvk8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327130070371470658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3EkxzLDUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dYp1MvOvk8Q/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked for 12 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-5539093650829266551?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5539093650829266551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=5539093650829266551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5539093650829266551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5539093650829266551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/treadmill-time.html' title='Treadmill Time'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Se3FW7f3A5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/A6E4z5lrCyU/s72-c/IMG_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-3697437467883718079</id><published>2009-04-01T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T05:35:52.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Heavenly Father</title><content type='html'>Said the Robin to the Sparrow,&lt;br /&gt;"I should really like to know&lt;br /&gt;Why these anxious human beings&lt;br /&gt;Rush about and worry so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the Sparrow to the Robin,&lt;br /&gt;"Friend, I think that it must be&lt;br /&gt;That they have no heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;Such as cares for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on.  Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?  Look at the birds of the air, they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.  Are yo not of more value than they?  And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life"?  Matthew 6:25-27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-3697437467883718079?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3697437467883718079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=3697437467883718079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/3697437467883718079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/3697437467883718079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-heavenly-father.html' title='Our Heavenly Father'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-4711479464111607205</id><published>2009-03-26T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:22:46.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions about me from my 3 children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Scut_60UUpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QdEFkTjnppQ/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317535098673058450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Scut_60UUpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QdEFkTjnppQ/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael - Age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScupLGzUZQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TL33uie1m7Y/s1600-h/Matt%27s+visit+with+Bicardi+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529793310516482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScupLGzUZQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TL33uie1m7Y/s200/Matt%27s+visit+with+Bicardi+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristy - Age 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScupK5ZrbEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/znD6peGprUw/s1600-h/Matt%27s+visit+with+Bicardi+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529789713312834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScupK5ZrbEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/znD6peGprUw/s200/Matt%27s+visit+with+Bicardi+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt - Age 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a list of questions I asked my 3 children Matt, Kristy, &amp;amp; Michael (via his talker). It's interesting to see what your kids think about you and the differences between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. What is something mom always says to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt - "that I'm smart"&lt;/div&gt;Kristy - "your an adult now"&lt;br /&gt;Michael - "stop kicking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - God and her family&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - when no one is fighting&lt;br /&gt;Michael - doing school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - the thought of any of her kids not going to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - when everyone is mad&lt;br /&gt;Michael - Kristy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - by telling me stories that she has told me a million times and forgot she told me....and when she's tired&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Michael - she tickles me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did your mom like to do when whe was a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - not sure&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - ride horses&lt;br /&gt;Michael - gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - old&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - 46&lt;br /&gt;Michael - old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - she's short 5 foot 3 inches&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - 5 foot 2 1/2 inches&lt;br /&gt;Michael - I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your mom favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - be with her family, friends, and church...and alone time to read or watch tv&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - go on computer&lt;br /&gt;Michael - work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when your not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - worry about me&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - sleep&lt;br /&gt;Michael - sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your mom became famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - caring too much&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - a preacher&lt;br /&gt;Michael - I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - being a mother&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - cooking&lt;br /&gt;Michael - babysitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - staying up late&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - correcting people especially when their not wrong&lt;br /&gt;Michael - baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your mom's job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - she has too many jobs&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - being a mom&lt;br /&gt;Michael - babysitting and cleaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - pizza&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - pizza&lt;br /&gt;Michael - cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - everything&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - all that she does&lt;br /&gt;Michael - her work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What cartoon character would your mom be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - Piglet&lt;br /&gt;Michael - Ruby from "Max &amp;amp; Ruby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - alot&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - nothing&lt;br /&gt;Michael - school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - I am a social butterfly like her...I am emotional like her....we are the same in alot of things&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - were  not the same&lt;br /&gt;Michael - we both wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - she worries more than me, I'm male she's female&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - she's emotional, I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Michael - I have a talker, g-tube, &amp;amp; braces, she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt - The way she smiles at me, the way she talks to me, and everything she's done for me&lt;br /&gt;Kristy - she tells me&lt;br /&gt;Michael - she tells me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" border="0" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-4711479464111607205?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4711479464111607205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=4711479464111607205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4711479464111607205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4711479464111607205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/opinions-about-me-from-my-3-children.html' title='Opinions about me from my 3 children'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/Scut_60UUpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QdEFkTjnppQ/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-6711428736609415898</id><published>2009-03-23T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:05:42.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take nothing for granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrW4Zqv8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YJR88EfoU1M/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316476663463854018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrW4Zqv8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YJR88EfoU1M/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrV96eyUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KER35xykzbw/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316476647763790146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrV96eyUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KER35xykzbw/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrVwKkcbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LP8F10SnU9U/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316476644073173426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrVwKkcbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/LP8F10SnU9U/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrVoon9oI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-z-FAAi6Hzo/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316476642051749506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrVoon9oI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-z-FAAi6Hzo/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrUpZ_zLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FUU1A5sN1m0/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316476625078963378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrUpZ_zLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FUU1A5sN1m0/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a beautiful spring day. I took Michael to the park. As he walked ahead of me I was filled with such joy to see him "ahead" of me. With the other two I took so much for granted. But with this little guy many things are so special. This boy, we were told when he was a baby, would probably not be able to do much. I wish so much the doctors could have been at the park with us yesterday! After we played at the park we "walked" over to the skateboard park and watched the boys do their crazy tricks (none of them wearing helmets!). Michael had so much fun, I actually think he's just as happy to watch as he would be if he was doing it. Thank you so much God for the happiness and joy Michael has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-6711428736609415898?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6711428736609415898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=6711428736609415898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/6711428736609415898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/6711428736609415898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-nothing-for-granted.html' title='Take nothing for granted'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/ScfrW4Zqv8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YJR88EfoU1M/s72-c/IMG_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-7973452130399980188</id><published>2009-02-08T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:19:44.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SY74AKHIwaI/AAAAAAAAADk/X3QifjsUFAI/s1600-h/IM000521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300446493059629474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SY74AKHIwaI/AAAAAAAAADk/X3QifjsUFAI/s200/IM000521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On August 8th, when she was 18 she became a believer in Christ. He was 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was reading an advertisement paper from a Christian bookstore and saw "born again Christian seeking Christian friends", so she wrote not knowing if it was a he or a she. She got a letter back and they began an friendship in Chris sharing their joy in their faith. their friendship grew deeper and they began to spend much time together. They fell in love and on August 8th, without him knowing this day was special to her, he asked her to marry him. They vowed before God to love each other forever, through hard times and good times, in sickness and in health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God added to their family first a son and then a daughter. Then God decided to bless them with a third child, a son born with special needs. Would they still trust God? Would they cling to each other through this hard time? Would he love her as she struggled to accept?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where their love story truly began. No matter how hard it got they learned together to hold onto God and to each other. When she was down, he lifted her up and when he was down, she lifted him up. Together with God they grew as a family, they faced life with joy. A joy that has been with them for 24 years this February 8th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-7973452130399980188?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7973452130399980188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=7973452130399980188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7973452130399980188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7973452130399980188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-august-8th-when-she-was-18-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SY74AKHIwaI/AAAAAAAAADk/X3QifjsUFAI/s72-c/IM000521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-9107864159241569389</id><published>2009-01-21T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:29:09.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SXdMzj7mXWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1osYUekSSns/s1600-h/IM000068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293784335699565922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SXdMzj7mXWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1osYUekSSns/s200/IM000068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM THE CHILD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of - I see that as well. I am aware of much - whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient of impatient, full of love and desire,or if you are just doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times, I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards - great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I give you is so much more valuable - I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, you abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the child who cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by. You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is much you take for granted. I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again. I am dependent on you in these ways. My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune, your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them. I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness. I am the child who cannot walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the child who is mentally impaired. I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick, what I do know is infinite joy in simple things. I am not burdened as you are with the strife and conflicts of a more complicated life. My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love. I give you the gift of simplicity. I am the child who is mentally impaired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the disabled child. I am your teacher. If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life. I will give you and teach you unconditional love. I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you. I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted. I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams. I teach you giving. Most of all I teach you hope and faith. I am the disabled child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-9107864159241569389?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9107864159241569389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=9107864159241569389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/9107864159241569389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/9107864159241569389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-child-i-am-child-who-cannot-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SXdMzj7mXWI/AAAAAAAAADc/1osYUekSSns/s72-c/IM000068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-4225404701900651339</id><published>2009-01-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:04:17.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SXVMGST4GiI/AAAAAAAAADU/v29MW6It8v0/s1600-h/July+3d+picinic+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293220607922018850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SXVMGST4GiI/AAAAAAAAADU/v29MW6It8v0/s400/July+3d+picinic+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SNOWMOBILING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to bed last night with a smile as I thought of the joy on my little boy's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little guy has cerebral palsy. He cannot walk by himself but last night he soared in the wind! As he said "it was cold and fast"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to thank-you Florian for what you do for my boy. I know I overprotect him and you think I'm a little silly, but I want to tell you I'm glad he has you in his life. You make him fly, jump high, go fast, feel free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-4225404701900651339?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4225404701900651339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=4225404701900651339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4225404701900651339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4225404701900651339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowmobiling-i-went-to-bed-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SXVMGST4GiI/AAAAAAAAADU/v29MW6It8v0/s72-c/July+3d+picinic+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-5246348402099585207</id><published>2008-11-21T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:12:44.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSbBzjdxLaI/AAAAAAAAADM/L0cgh1kZ5_8/s1600-h/IM000223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271113505321332130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSbBzjdxLaI/AAAAAAAAADM/L0cgh1kZ5_8/s320/IM000223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I take Michael to Easter Seals for physical therapy and tech therapy (learning to use his "talker"). I am sitting here thinking about the past 9 years with this little guy. I can say with absolute conviction that these 9 years with Michael have been filled with joy, sorrow, learning, growing, laughing, crying, and just pure love. I have watched him grow each year stronger, smarter, and into a young boy who loves God and his family. Sometimes I think everyone should be blessed with a special needs person in their life. You learn things that you would of never learned without them. I can say with everything within in me "thank you God for blessing me with the life you gave me, I will forever love you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-5246348402099585207?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5246348402099585207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=5246348402099585207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5246348402099585207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5246348402099585207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSbBzjdxLaI/AAAAAAAAADM/L0cgh1kZ5_8/s72-c/IM000223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-5258399336907159398</id><published>2008-11-18T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:35:45.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my faithful friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSLEC8ZWlXI/AAAAAAAAADE/eiPB_OL-0wU/s1600-h/IM000391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269990068828149106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSLEC8ZWlXI/AAAAAAAAADE/eiPB_OL-0wU/s320/IM000391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to say goodbye to Toby last night.  He was my faithful little kitty for 19 years.  He was a birthday present from my husband, our first pet together.  He was a healthy active cat for 19 years, the first 15 or so he was always outside expoloring.  But then he began to slow down, he no longer wanted to go outside.  For the last year he slept all the time.  Today we will bury him.  Goodbye my friend.  Thank you for being my sweet Toby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-5258399336907159398?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5258399336907159398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=5258399336907159398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5258399336907159398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5258399336907159398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/goodbye-my-faithful-friend.html' title='Goodbye my faithful friend!'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSLEC8ZWlXI/AAAAAAAAADE/eiPB_OL-0wU/s72-c/IM000391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-440857164690482979</id><published>2008-11-18T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:31:45.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing My Child into God's Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSLC1WnkgeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s6VC95vFqYY/s1600-h/First+day+of+School+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269988735837307362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSLC1WnkgeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s6VC95vFqYY/s320/First+day+of+School+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lord, I come to You in Jesus' name and give Michael to You.  I'm convinced that You alone know what is best for him.  You alone know what he needs.  I release him to You to care for and protect, and I commit myself to pray for everything concernining him that I can think of or that You put upon my heart.  Teach me how to pray and guide me in what to pray about.  Help me not impose my own will when I'm praying for him, but rather enable me to pray that Your will be done in his life. Thak You that I can partner with You in raising him and that I don't have to do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, and His righteousness to children's children, to such as keep His covenant, and to those who remember His commandments to do them.  Psalm 103: 17,18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-440857164690482979?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/440857164690482979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=440857164690482979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/440857164690482979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/440857164690482979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/releasing-my-child-into-gods-hands.html' title='Releasing My Child into God&apos;s Hands'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SSLC1WnkgeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s6VC95vFqYY/s72-c/First+day+of+School+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-5203659538244564137</id><published>2008-10-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:52:54.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Woman</title><content type='html'>I spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday at a conference called "True Woman".  What a difference it has made in my thinking.  For anyone interested here is their website &lt;a href="http://www.truewoman.com/"&gt;www.truewoman.com&lt;/a&gt; , please check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-5203659538244564137?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5203659538244564137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=5203659538244564137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5203659538244564137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/5203659538244564137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-woman.html' title='True Woman'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-1955212306183922032</id><published>2008-07-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibs for older kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SIkza3OtpqI/AAAAAAAAACc/QVoWA56hPVE/s1600-h/Penny%27s+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226765379135448738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SIkza3OtpqI/AAAAAAAAACc/QVoWA56hPVE/s320/Penny%27s+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are a few samples of bibs that my sister Penny made for Michael. He's a messy eater but didn't want to wear a bib (for babies!). So we took him to Wal-Mart and let him pick out material. He picked dinosaurs, whales, fireman, lizards, motorcycles. My sister then made him several bibs. He really likes them. Now we need to think of a different name than "bib". Here's a picture of some of her kids all wearing the bibs. She's thinking of maybe advertising these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-1955212306183922032?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1955212306183922032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=1955212306183922032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/1955212306183922032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/1955212306183922032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/bibs-for-older-kiddos.html' title='Bibs for older kiddos'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SIkza3OtpqI/AAAAAAAAACc/QVoWA56hPVE/s72-c/Penny%27s+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-2145126971741058310</id><published>2008-07-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:11.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SH9GVj3mppI/AAAAAAAAACU/eUqu3PQXokM/s1600-h/April+08+through+June+08+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223971428992722578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SH9GVj3mppI/AAAAAAAAACU/eUqu3PQXokM/s320/April+08+through+June+08+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been such a perfect summer, the weather has been gorgeous! I can't believe it's almost August. Time to start thinking about schooling Michael again. We've done a little bit each day but it will be full time again soon. Matt will be a senior at ISU and Kristy will be a sophmore at MCC with hopes of transferring to NIU for nursing. I hope all three kids have a very good year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-2145126971741058310?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2145126971741058310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=2145126971741058310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2145126971741058310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2145126971741058310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-summer.html' title='A Beautiful Summer'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SH9GVj3mppI/AAAAAAAAACU/eUqu3PQXokM/s72-c/April+08+through+June+08+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-2709113375118367560</id><published>2008-07-15T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:11.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a faithful blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SHzSgLCUs8I/AAAAAAAAACM/DH44BgewRa8/s1600-h/swingset+and+new+comforter+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223281118003114946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SHzSgLCUs8I/AAAAAAAAACM/DH44BgewRa8/s320/swingset+and+new+comforter+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have alot of free time to write but I'm going to try and change that. We are having a good summer. I belong to this e-mail group called freecycle.com and was able to get this for free for Michael. He is so excited to have his own swingset. It will be good for him to practice balance while swinging and climbing up the ladder for the slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-2709113375118367560?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2709113375118367560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=2709113375118367560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2709113375118367560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/2709113375118367560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-faithful-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m not a faithful blogger!'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SHzSgLCUs8I/AAAAAAAAACM/DH44BgewRa8/s72-c/swingset+and+new+comforter+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-6161148102457699380</id><published>2008-06-20T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:11.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SFw6XH5cjRI/AAAAAAAAACE/5ZvC4-XIl5s/s1600-h/April+08+through+June+08+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214106637519588626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SFw6XH5cjRI/AAAAAAAAACE/5ZvC4-XIl5s/s400/April+08+through+June+08+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went to a wedding and had a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-6161148102457699380?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6161148102457699380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=6161148102457699380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/6161148102457699380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/6161148102457699380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SFw6XH5cjRI/AAAAAAAAACE/5ZvC4-XIl5s/s72-c/April+08+through+June+08+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-8228755930413558365</id><published>2008-05-30T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T06:31:19.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of commission</title><content type='html'>My life is a little messed up right now, I've moved into a friends house for the next 10 days to take care of her dogs (a cocker spaniel and a poodle).  I stay the night, go home by 8:00 a.m. to pick up Michael, go back for the day, Adi picks up Michael around 5:00 p.m. and then I usually have to work the evening (as a respite care worker), come back and spend the night, and then start the whole day over again!  I'm extremely tired.  I don't sleep well at their house, I'm a little scared and hear every strange noise.  Please pray for strength for me to be able to last the whole 10 days and do a good job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-8228755930413558365?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8228755930413558365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=8228755930413558365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/8228755930413558365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/8228755930413558365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-commission.html' title='Out of commission'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-7373004908210055855</id><published>2008-05-28T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:11.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tribulations of learning to walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SD1TbCnBOmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mdqjqE6yc4I/s1600-h/IM000697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205408468332264034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SD1TbCnBOmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mdqjqE6yc4I/s320/IM000697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael has learned to take 3 steps on his own now!!! But look what happened yesterday, he took a step and fell sideways into an end table. He is into taking steps when no one is next to him. What bravery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-7373004908210055855?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7373004908210055855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=7373004908210055855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7373004908210055855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/7373004908210055855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/tribulations-of-learning-to-walk.html' title='The tribulations of learning to walk'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SD1TbCnBOmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mdqjqE6yc4I/s72-c/IM000697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-4845574720014373199</id><published>2008-05-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:45:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwkkinBOlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dYgrAelDw5Y/s1600-h/IM000783_009_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205075479517805138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwkkinBOlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dYgrAelDw5Y/s320/IM000783_009_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of my older two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-4845574720014373199?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4845574720014373199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=4845574720014373199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4845574720014373199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4845574720014373199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-kids.html' title='My kids'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwkkinBOlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/dYgrAelDw5Y/s72-c/IM000783_009_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6836621095490925169.post-4282364446304132859</id><published>2008-05-27T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:55:43.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a new blogger</title><content type='html'>This is my first attempt at blogging.  I love to read other people's blogs so I thought I'd give it a try.  I like to write what life is like, what I'm learning, and what's happening so here it goes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6836621095490925169-4282364446304132859?l=candirfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4282364446304132859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6836621095490925169&amp;postID=4282364446304132859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4282364446304132859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6836621095490925169/posts/default/4282364446304132859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://candirfamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-new-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a new blogger'/><author><name>Lorie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00870839332637879335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_J29AyEQfKpI/SDwfdCnBOkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/U7pGpmGgi3s/S220/IM000802_027_027.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
