tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105310762024-03-14T06:53:10.234-04:00Meet the Bakersjamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.comBlogger445125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-58032505134988268942011-06-20T14:45:00.002-04:002011-06-20T15:00:12.000-04:00Clarkston-Day 2We were divided up in to two groups. One was a summer camp group where they went to a church to help the children with school work, crafts, story telling, and recreation. My group was called Spiritual Mapping. This basically is a way of finding those that are open or closed to the gospel. On this day, we prayed for unreached people groups and for our time knocking on doors and then we were off to The Lakes apartments. We spent the morning prayer walking. Alisa, Willis (summer intern), and I did just that...prayed as we walked. We were also able to ask Willis whatever questions we might have. As we were about to leave Jon (local missionary) came to us and said a social services office was moving furniture in for a new refugee family. We got over there and helped tear plastic off the new mattresses. The family would be coming within the next few days.<br /><br />We headed back to the basement for lunch. Our second day in Clarkston felt a little off. We had more free time after lunch due to some late comers who had to be caught up on some of what we talked about in our meetings the day before. That afternoon we had "community development." One group knocked on doors at our complex to see who would be interested in English classes in their homes while the rest of us stayed back to paint around the basement. Kimberly and I painted the boys bathroom stalls that day. :) haha!jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-92138177813437469052011-06-19T16:12:00.012-04:002011-06-20T14:44:16.682-04:00Clarkston-Day 1I have so much to say about the mission trip I went on this past week. I was hoping to keep up with it all better as I was there, but we had no internet access. Hopefully I won't forget anything important. :)<br /><br />It all started a few months ago when our small group was thinking about going to Haiti. For some reason that trip fell through. The more we talked about it, the more we thought it would be nice to go somewhere where a little closer since we all have little ones. Our church prints out lists every year of short, mid, and long term trips. One was to Atlanta. It was proposed to the group and I signed up. (Matt couldn't go because he doesn't have much vacation time at work. We already used a week at the beach, and not enough would accrue before this trip. He can't get out of going next time. :) ) Our team of 7 met together a couple of times beforehand, but we were never really sure what we would be doing on this trip. <br /><br />So on Monday, with very little information about our trip, we loaded up bright and early in order to be in Clarkston by 9am. We got there right on time. By there I mean to Clarkston Oaks Apartments. That's where we met the leader, Zach. He led us into a bottom floor apartment building that they call the basement. I'm sure that's because there were no windows and it was 2 big rooms joined together by a kitchen. The basement is very unfinished, but they said we should have seen it a few weeks before. :) Another group from Chattanooga joined us and then began our day of teaching/training. Our first session was mostly about what a refugee is, what <a href="http://www.globalfrontiermissions.org/">Global Frontier Missions</a> is all about, some rules, and cultural orientation. After that we packed a sack lunch and headed over to the <a href="http://atlanta.baps.org/">Hindu temple</a>. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9JY2hClSye63CSv1lwGL7ECgtGl1mMaE3C5Sf6d2mCq1jiZbjnGY4MmQwnLMfexiFVxC9AD3KOtlc8WGRr2XTfcyhfwZhy4xcKqCD25R4J84BbWD5S4cRrd5flGc14OS_puTlg/s1600/IMG_3494.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL9JY2hClSye63CSv1lwGL7ECgtGl1mMaE3C5Sf6d2mCq1jiZbjnGY4MmQwnLMfexiFVxC9AD3KOtlc8WGRr2XTfcyhfwZhy4xcKqCD25R4J84BbWD5S4cRrd5flGc14OS_puTlg/s320/IMG_3494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620373626808712082" /></a><br />This temple is the largest one outside of India. It's right amongst the new shopping centers that had publix, subway, etc. Although very beautiful and intricately sculpted and put together, there was a very creepy spirit. We made our way inside and my heart broke watching so many worshipers bowing prostrate to their statue gods. These gods get bathed daily, fed snacks/meals, have their clothes changed, and are put to bed in their pajamas at night. All we could do was pray for their lost souls to find Jesus. <br /><br />We ate our sack lunch in the car on the way back to the apartment complex for some more teaching. After that session we went on a tour of Clarkston. We found out "the local high school has students from more than 50 countries; a local mosque had 800 worshippers; and by some estimates, half the population was from outside the U.S." (wikipedia) Since the early 90's approximately 60,000 refugees have been resettled in this area. With over 150 different ethnic groups represented within and around the city. I think they said about 2,500 refugees come to this area every year. After more teaching several of us loaded up in the van and drove to the apartment complex next door. (Clarkston is 80% apartments.) As we walked up to the open common area my friend Kimberly noticed a couple of ladies killing a chicken on their back patio. Not too much later we smelled something on fire. They had thrown the whole chicken on the grill to burn the feathers off. Very interesting. :) ha! We played with several children in the complex. Many that I met were from Burma.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfhyvS_OU8slZt93p-Mop77IUcEiFg_Ylu2gHdJElgjTYPwWvcX-yC-dWy55boIwhXWvvnK-9IncON8jrUzZr-_I4rTjyXz7wNWTripc695iX3RJOIqiSW1_hymDWTXXMT6zowg/s1600/0613111748.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfhyvS_OU8slZt93p-Mop77IUcEiFg_Ylu2gHdJElgjTYPwWvcX-yC-dWy55boIwhXWvvnK-9IncON8jrUzZr-_I4rTjyXz7wNWTripc695iX3RJOIqiSW1_hymDWTXXMT6zowg/s320/0613111748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620372651778829874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k5qQph7OZQFiDsLGYCG3vksvLagAyqBLvm5vrBVVvpF1MR3GoTsV_MrJV65zvH3SjtD6HCNVHiBsHcOTzbGSRUpWbPoeLuJdvabtJi9feM-9ESsuucJkJ9lXwoUPxH3H4rUhnw/s1600/0613111750.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k5qQph7OZQFiDsLGYCG3vksvLagAyqBLvm5vrBVVvpF1MR3GoTsV_MrJV65zvH3SjtD6HCNVHiBsHcOTzbGSRUpWbPoeLuJdvabtJi9feM-9ESsuucJkJ9lXwoUPxH3H4rUhnw/s320/0613111750.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620372990717443906" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2TFfrlXjniAklTNCTDHTVvU5MYVp3nL8-BCSY4GyccVHaxfDC3ysDMkAmoFlhs1UjFZYBwwnBucFBkSLoci1EVXQ0_-vMc7WGoVGsSo5BUEwROohlsg6X6KhVsAyO4MFB0UCtg/s1600/0613111750a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2TFfrlXjniAklTNCTDHTVvU5MYVp3nL8-BCSY4GyccVHaxfDC3ysDMkAmoFlhs1UjFZYBwwnBucFBkSLoci1EVXQ0_-vMc7WGoVGsSo5BUEwROohlsg6X6KhVsAyO4MFB0UCtg/s320/0613111750a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620373377711547106" /></a><br /><br />After leaving there we went back for dinner and then had some free time. We walked out the door and watched children play on the playground that GFM provided. So cool to see so many nationalities. That night we broke up in to groups to debrief and talk about what we'd learned that day and what had impacted us the most. Then lights were out by 10 or so. We were very tired, but were looking forward to what the rest of the week held.jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-42371974903122190522011-06-08T14:04:00.004-04:002011-06-08T14:12:52.432-04:00Fun in the Sprinklers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ywKYZ2eFTFIWv7_MnZej1FJP2KkNuoQ-8H-BoquGjLo3XOjoYk9Piw9fqq-t7Xi9L3xQN_mItkY24gQE94eP5jtvV3u79KNErFSE_JicipqcwFhrQX6FHAP7xzTD8mmcQenxWg/s1600/IMG_3351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ywKYZ2eFTFIWv7_MnZej1FJP2KkNuoQ-8H-BoquGjLo3XOjoYk9Piw9fqq-t7Xi9L3xQN_mItkY24gQE94eP5jtvV3u79KNErFSE_JicipqcwFhrQX6FHAP7xzTD8mmcQenxWg/s320/IMG_3351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615913301855648434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtawhj5thwjwhpOP8VumIjc80r7JSdesyBWqcFekTtG86ykIGLwgeKlS3oSTeYim_iLjfuogSeoV4Kpriv7BYDISKK4ma-mduqIp7uAJophxZyBg6k96We1kRrvWFBmiWdj7J8Aw/s1600/IMG_3359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtawhj5thwjwhpOP8VumIjc80r7JSdesyBWqcFekTtG86ykIGLwgeKlS3oSTeYim_iLjfuogSeoV4Kpriv7BYDISKK4ma-mduqIp7uAJophxZyBg6k96We1kRrvWFBmiWdj7J8Aw/s320/IMG_3359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615912062699411170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOR-xjW1RkAfzgHP7MvBaEaBEFfBODSAf2SXwz6QBTMP2gHVacMS5W9ofUNNPMx5rFrhEdQTS4CvVZc5gtg-WhrMmlQm6bMITcSVZ4F2nXWdOuSNnWkberi11NhE2VxsYbVTNxeg/s1600/IMG_3344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOR-xjW1RkAfzgHP7MvBaEaBEFfBODSAf2SXwz6QBTMP2gHVacMS5W9ofUNNPMx5rFrhEdQTS4CvVZc5gtg-WhrMmlQm6bMITcSVZ4F2nXWdOuSNnWkberi11NhE2VxsYbVTNxeg/s320/IMG_3344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615911724252841906" /></a>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-21314932794179210432011-06-04T21:31:00.035-04:002011-06-04T23:47:35.890-04:00St. George 2011We are blessed and thankful to have a trip to St. George Island every year. We look forward to it from the day we leave the beach until the time we arrive again. This year was one of our best! The boys are older and played well together (most of the time.) :) They liked being down at the beach for longer periods of time, and all of us adults got to relax and enjoy the beach for ourselves more than we have in the last couple of years. I think we were all needing the break.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMA9ZrNoBSV6KFz_6QaxVkZaR9sXLgURM8Navr5PYJbw-TaAd0nz5AgbVrdM1xdEin9pOoWcgvmRNjFMKFYSnR09hZtD5Aj0x8Pff3wxMuQ9NYeGHqkjyj3bDnFBHhb96-cJFaEA/s1600/IMG_2940.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMA9ZrNoBSV6KFz_6QaxVkZaR9sXLgURM8Navr5PYJbw-TaAd0nz5AgbVrdM1xdEin9pOoWcgvmRNjFMKFYSnR09hZtD5Aj0x8Pff3wxMuQ9NYeGHqkjyj3bDnFBHhb96-cJFaEA/s320/IMG_2940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614543234035101698" border="0" /></a><br />Our first day on the beach!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuZxYCjez8GIsd0HAm594qPpLCvF-ncb4xNKOy_l4XL64cMlVtSeXW3FugZPJeElNaIemJOWkj1UOrSDtMl8G1Yu-QucVHmEl8Ns3_4M8mJRkv1dsdjA2mKXtejtp43Wtc1JKQA/s1600/IMG_2944.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuZxYCjez8GIsd0HAm594qPpLCvF-ncb4xNKOy_l4XL64cMlVtSeXW3FugZPJeElNaIemJOWkj1UOrSDtMl8G1Yu-QucVHmEl8Ns3_4M8mJRkv1dsdjA2mKXtejtp43Wtc1JKQA/s320/IMG_2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614543721884864338" border="0" /></a><br />Chillin<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhS1_pVcNrzLnjlnRc_bBjQ1mm2GZrzoJaJAq37nk-t2SmjhqfGrfFn4rNf9T2X3UK-QqKCho5s1IBDzcmY1W-ovP1lhNdb0Fq1y2jgin870op-Ou1oGMK-npyjhuUpHb1QQZ71g/s1600/IMG_2955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhS1_pVcNrzLnjlnRc_bBjQ1mm2GZrzoJaJAq37nk-t2SmjhqfGrfFn4rNf9T2X3UK-QqKCho5s1IBDzcmY1W-ovP1lhNdb0Fq1y2jgin870op-Ou1oGMK-npyjhuUpHb1QQZ71g/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614544800477987650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvNUWHZ66oKDwsjFDkHYjl7auPZkk6jUAfJ2VEravo_ax7d2UZ5Z0n4eS0NMouWt5-YLkrFk0SpEPUGxshw7LjS_avNUb11cYa3IWVAqAfPdZyZgEHM_9fx00IVravKSmtfi6bQ/s1600/IMG_2960.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvNUWHZ66oKDwsjFDkHYjl7auPZkk6jUAfJ2VEravo_ax7d2UZ5Z0n4eS0NMouWt5-YLkrFk0SpEPUGxshw7LjS_avNUb11cYa3IWVAqAfPdZyZgEHM_9fx00IVravKSmtfi6bQ/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614544357179335106" /></a><br />I thought I had hooked a big, nice fish. I was very wrong. So sad to catch a little sea turtle, but neat to see one up close. (I just noticed Bryan has a flashlight on his hat and it's turned on. Guess he was helping me look at the turtle.) :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCUzFmyWqMNaVvVzy5hEl2Z9_ohPgOQfq8RetNKWcunQYB9bl-Mb2IcbE5Y_QYCz49q2B1cTbuAFRcLPRPpkbGqJsQLdo-Q_hsRjqazbuT4rblThM-cO1c0TUQhsP_cbVV8GZwQ/s1600/IMG_2971.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCUzFmyWqMNaVvVzy5hEl2Z9_ohPgOQfq8RetNKWcunQYB9bl-Mb2IcbE5Y_QYCz49q2B1cTbuAFRcLPRPpkbGqJsQLdo-Q_hsRjqazbuT4rblThM-cO1c0TUQhsP_cbVV8GZwQ/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614545172889540098" /></a><br />Pops & B hanging out on the awesome screened-in porch. By the way, the weather could not have been more perfect! Mid to low 80's with no humidity and a cool breeze. We hardly broke a sweat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYanx9pfx2LkDdXt8CyVwtTbhgpfaKxRiCmK1XwG8MdCsjj3xj8R27qBtPogMPhK-yH56ahBr-L21r6bKH1lhyWttvrmwoGxOnWWTeoCH59wytmNR2EbCidrEXCT8h8mALP2GXpA/s1600/IMG_2985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYanx9pfx2LkDdXt8CyVwtTbhgpfaKxRiCmK1XwG8MdCsjj3xj8R27qBtPogMPhK-yH56ahBr-L21r6bKH1lhyWttvrmwoGxOnWWTeoCH59wytmNR2EbCidrEXCT8h8mALP2GXpA/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614546797198079778" /></a><br />Lyndi & I took the boys to the park one morning for a change of scenery. We ended our play date with pizza & ice cream from B.J.'s. YUMMY!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwWctbYyqrG0thHSsokf2YQKeMj-AEvXG-ZFCXHTOTYy4gIWusMycq5O1QyksDeNDeLzNLDBCryaGWqik-Vwlwd3ZDAv9QYELoyrlDaasEEWqm4l8-a229mxso_axgOkqIv6WaA/s1600/2011-02-141.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGwWctbYyqrG0thHSsokf2YQKeMj-AEvXG-ZFCXHTOTYy4gIWusMycq5O1QyksDeNDeLzNLDBCryaGWqik-Vwlwd3ZDAv9QYELoyrlDaasEEWqm4l8-a229mxso_axgOkqIv6WaA/s320/2011-02-141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614552278685142674" /></a><br />Our one and only boat ride. See that nice man pulling our boat with his? Yeah, poor Ferrell's boat died on us. That man was kind enough to tow us back to the dock with his BRAND NEW, first time on the water, boat.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBP4Z9awCGJzWf1AF0ere4IXI4182OuhSZdtSb6mMriaYsJYGVb9tJCNemKlECchKKyGEqzxK1eI5Y3hs00pSkYgTuJu-AoyfRM1uZzif-8DiZd7w4eRefYjVPu7uJUYpqy3PSaw/s1600/IMG_3050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBP4Z9awCGJzWf1AF0ere4IXI4182OuhSZdtSb6mMriaYsJYGVb9tJCNemKlECchKKyGEqzxK1eI5Y3hs00pSkYgTuJu-AoyfRM1uZzif-8DiZd7w4eRefYjVPu7uJUYpqy3PSaw/s320/IMG_3050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614563473424071394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VxTWGKZoK1YZI-XedVHCiNduurULckR3yJEi7S08gsfme0S33azJ4UoDyTgKEPx_857y9IhOrmCnRezyCnAzv4FIR-6c2KvHxhMd_RSLnmSd4kfOBaBSGRpdSW8c10U4c1JO9Q/s1600/IMG_3031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VxTWGKZoK1YZI-XedVHCiNduurULckR3yJEi7S08gsfme0S33azJ4UoDyTgKEPx_857y9IhOrmCnRezyCnAzv4FIR-6c2KvHxhMd_RSLnmSd4kfOBaBSGRpdSW8c10U4c1JO9Q/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614562339754858258" /></a><br />We were all tired and hungry after our evening stranded on the boat, but we had planned to celebrate G's 3rd birthday that night. He is the funniest little guy I've ever met. So glad we got to spend the week with him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8srRWDVHMINBH-vaan9AszLEF6dz_iVSicfjgaB_FfWw2JmDanygOjmlDLW0IWz7remjt9sdGDH6g_nWgNqMWERCEFv1ge9YJru0YiV16qq_HjtN7pWofHBHHtSDKNhm64VPOtA/s1600/IMG_3062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8srRWDVHMINBH-vaan9AszLEF6dz_iVSicfjgaB_FfWw2JmDanygOjmlDLW0IWz7remjt9sdGDH6g_nWgNqMWERCEFv1ge9YJru0YiV16qq_HjtN7pWofHBHHtSDKNhm64VPOtA/s320/IMG_3062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614567183243270626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQnEsKIp1T_Obhw1sVhF7e0pxGiEzdyH5WVlb4nWJi7geQzGhnZc9kn7rKkZUIhprG6knwMLA404JPWkKgh_OC4ABD5udEOWLORaSDttileRBEfh6_rVcSAeVDpKvHr1q48DW2Q/s1600/IMG_3054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQnEsKIp1T_Obhw1sVhF7e0pxGiEzdyH5WVlb4nWJi7geQzGhnZc9kn7rKkZUIhprG6knwMLA404JPWkKgh_OC4ABD5udEOWLORaSDttileRBEfh6_rVcSAeVDpKvHr1q48DW2Q/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614566887526864226" /></a><br />Breakfast with the Boys<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4KiTz437ekT5hWoqOV8buHIps3giOKHWILlmTAqWygaJqtiT-5Oe8uMsOJ5wMl_e4aVCHIc52hSWLVdEnwysq2YT_91dzfZgYL4K85pURETR_J9OBNaZrZLSc_pZ3VNst9vGKg/s1600/IMG_3071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4KiTz437ekT5hWoqOV8buHIps3giOKHWILlmTAqWygaJqtiT-5Oe8uMsOJ5wMl_e4aVCHIc52hSWLVdEnwysq2YT_91dzfZgYL4K85pURETR_J9OBNaZrZLSc_pZ3VNst9vGKg/s320/IMG_3071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614567556917858402" /></a><br />Back out to play. They really like to run up and down the beach. Grant tried his best to keep up with Bryan. :) We think he was faster by the end of the week. Really!! (notice the dolphin?!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXimnv2ySlpstZXbJK0xj9XHcstmKLBY_YJfuuLMNxeYKmQh8DGmL4PpJdmpaVc8KoFdEhrTcXh1zR3tqjr9qihfQLTEPXyPRyDMnqI9r6g6TB8J55JV6rD9vnoSZs6Q3Uyp068Q/s1600/IMG_3084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXimnv2ySlpstZXbJK0xj9XHcstmKLBY_YJfuuLMNxeYKmQh8DGmL4PpJdmpaVc8KoFdEhrTcXh1zR3tqjr9qihfQLTEPXyPRyDMnqI9r6g6TB8J55JV6rD9vnoSZs6Q3Uyp068Q/s320/IMG_3084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614568185648886098" /></a><br />Bryan and Pops wave jumping. Bryan was scared to get in the water at first. One day he had a horrible attitude so I grabbed him up out of the chair and ran to the water with him. He was hooked after that. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaZyk7MsvUX02wMnQQ5-CEt3mkcX7CrDixvkEPLjGS95AkhKtjJMy-dgbz9_DLuznpfhshSOQr0CqojblGzfcOnfHrqx6QIZ2XUr-9VETfM1wCWP4S9ag3Hv3wjGRxJjp5auhAg/s1600/IMG_3212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOaZyk7MsvUX02wMnQQ5-CEt3mkcX7CrDixvkEPLjGS95AkhKtjJMy-dgbz9_DLuznpfhshSOQr0CqojblGzfcOnfHrqx6QIZ2XUr-9VETfM1wCWP4S9ag3Hv3wjGRxJjp5auhAg/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614569537660883826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37KWq4L_7eQlVW_dXFZwT99jqFCs3mV0owGALPokbfDwFev6yXshCQVpXwsaVopJzf0i31cpqt2Y2Qb7VYPNTvwW6KEfILEC6hEQawIVa6q3KdYXvmbcXj4og3SuQMbsazZ-n-A/s1600/IMG_3198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37KWq4L_7eQlVW_dXFZwT99jqFCs3mV0owGALPokbfDwFev6yXshCQVpXwsaVopJzf0i31cpqt2Y2Qb7VYPNTvwW6KEfILEC6hEQawIVa6q3KdYXvmbcXj4og3SuQMbsazZ-n-A/s320/IMG_3198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614569193097556882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQ8BTCA3lgtEDaylRB_Y-j4tJWwWzTzOf2DbFuwX_xh-0VlBSde_P48rBN3keNLu4X-ah-YzKr8tKO-S-o-U7iDyRP6iukJDY0EnnSvbZauCZ2Ghyphenhyphenws8c0qDrqrVow5HirG6fKQ/s1600/IMG_3186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQ8BTCA3lgtEDaylRB_Y-j4tJWwWzTzOf2DbFuwX_xh-0VlBSde_P48rBN3keNLu4X-ah-YzKr8tKO-S-o-U7iDyRP6iukJDY0EnnSvbZauCZ2Ghyphenhyphenws8c0qDrqrVow5HirG6fKQ/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614568679806949410" /></a><br />Our last full day at the beach we went to the end of the island to fish and look for seashells. We had seashells on the beach by the house we were in, but the end of the island has really nice ones. We got a couple of buckets full of shells and one bucket full of hermit crabs. They entertained us while the others fished. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8SiJ6ip2AA3vC6TYRTeqjQt8WydQqH7YJ3IwuiQWDXQ1rgnNtNGAfpzWt1vQDaoUxpJEb4vUgrzr31xHSuoTVC7KmyUsjo0YMWPjITJ0Ioh6m2dsQ27Qf6BL0GEVibbq0vwhkg/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic8SiJ6ip2AA3vC6TYRTeqjQt8WydQqH7YJ3IwuiQWDXQ1rgnNtNGAfpzWt1vQDaoUxpJEb4vUgrzr31xHSuoTVC7KmyUsjo0YMWPjITJ0Ioh6m2dsQ27Qf6BL0GEVibbq0vwhkg/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614571967932977074" /></a><br />Later that night we went to The Hut to have supper. Here are the boys waiting on us to get ready. Their movie of choice for the week was Peter Pan. They also LOVE Disney Channel's Jake and the Neverland Pirates. Pops gave them some <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doubloon">"gold doubloons"</a> and they were truly a treasure in their eyes. <br /><br />And finally, in no particular order, group pictures!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfl8FLn9RUnEqOwvBd2QDbK9BNQqbPo3xzJGdyIrjS-HXC2r2zoDtfXe61vvE2zO2GA3z3QcTKVuBxQU_OgGSJ4fKJESeGQv2jbikRqH6-Vh0L0jSreBkdGaDzDcIgDNRHUEHPQ/s1600/IMG_3120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKfl8FLn9RUnEqOwvBd2QDbK9BNQqbPo3xzJGdyIrjS-HXC2r2zoDtfXe61vvE2zO2GA3z3QcTKVuBxQU_OgGSJ4fKJESeGQv2jbikRqH6-Vh0L0jSreBkdGaDzDcIgDNRHUEHPQ/s320/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573091771436306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuH_ry5GKjg8-4OQeeb2Sn7nD9Sx4Nq0pD1Ag0YRZ8ilOf7CNyLFFNQfJLNTDL3X7mZbLzy6U0Hkn5hgpsKz54Ftq0BeuU_Sn3ENvg8JtmyJfipiQhesXSaGGigMBbDjzpgcLwg/s1600/IMG_0069.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DJDj_yCjuz1MsQmwYZ4PS3k1ig_PIGpu0Z21lZX6WMl3QkkDGeaKqjgJz55ULGdoz6vbn3yC43Sd3hJ0w7UwmNVu00ZDzcWVz_NRU0UoJJqyS2o10KTazb6ArUbCu-WxQJqP1Q/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614573879772386194" /></a>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-46284413656627418902011-05-29T19:56:00.002-04:002011-05-29T20:35:05.314-04:00May 2011<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqy4H2h-5eCGxyUtSzIIXDRwyHaTsAau9h1ZI4qhyphenhyphen_c5C3p6JVg1QHnmwEFzW11HkPQOKxh2VL5ZpZ4ZRPWcxknaeY8cAc7vF9BIJYFzD5Ng4xj4xStCdLRVbV5CyxQ_AZ7p_gQ/s1600/Bryan%2527s+Graduation.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqy4H2h-5eCGxyUtSzIIXDRwyHaTsAau9h1ZI4qhyphenhyphen_c5C3p6JVg1QHnmwEFzW11HkPQOKxh2VL5ZpZ4ZRPWcxknaeY8cAc7vF9BIJYFzD5Ng4xj4xStCdLRVbV5CyxQ_AZ7p_gQ/s320/Bryan%2527s+Graduation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612293428336744178" /></a><br /><br /><div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_d8cR_szTjxpwKVIbeNlOeDK5OES52JiPHSKHjJ6cus392wHjMgvXToS54T_DoQ95W0_YU5RAceQRMSGnUJgg-NaqfH_RhyphenhyphenQJ2kRQLYXOm7LkRRfutQVzTk2H3F-dP7rolVeWw/s1600/May+2011.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_d8cR_szTjxpwKVIbeNlOeDK5OES52JiPHSKHjJ6cus392wHjMgvXToS54T_DoQ95W0_YU5RAceQRMSGnUJgg-NaqfH_RhyphenhyphenQJ2kRQLYXOm7LkRRfutQVzTk2H3F-dP7rolVeWw/s400/May+2011.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-853202689032142522011-05-29T19:49:00.000-04:002011-05-29T19:49:20.933-04:00April 2011<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBL69udoq5X49T7Bn2GZ6O7pwbOwMm3gK_9nMwt3K6a9E9cuJiz-BnbUKcjucu80aod-UbyIxa6QERxRdS4gT1AZr1hxT1Wl34zdFtKLcSZvJFWl7pEpKgc_hvCHiBOAtTlii1Q/s1600/St1.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWBL69udoq5X49T7Bn2GZ6O7pwbOwMm3gK_9nMwt3K6a9E9cuJiz-BnbUKcjucu80aod-UbyIxa6QERxRdS4gT1AZr1hxT1Wl34zdFtKLcSZvJFWl7pEpKgc_hvCHiBOAtTlii1Q/s400/St1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><br /><br />There is a lot more to write about for April. Another post on the tornado day coming soon.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-52806234915333437092011-05-29T19:33:00.000-04:002011-05-29T19:33:47.855-04:00March 2011<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCRIfZkn1wZ6Nq8bxcR7CtIHZQP1hpQKqbQSzgXci8pzdH3Pu20N1m3PoDygfcBNFFGUV6KwELuzLnez44eiBAz_BEAKN85T_421PWeKdJhmZDBi0FwcRkSvAFSobYrXcSazRZw/s1600/March+20111.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCRIfZkn1wZ6Nq8bxcR7CtIHZQP1hpQKqbQSzgXci8pzdH3Pu20N1m3PoDygfcBNFFGUV6KwELuzLnez44eiBAz_BEAKN85T_421PWeKdJhmZDBi0FwcRkSvAFSobYrXcSazRZw/s400/March+20111.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-70321631046419767072011-05-29T17:16:00.000-04:002011-05-29T17:17:01.048-04:00February 2011<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2l2gqJZmyZJ4Q3CmMDAGKO7dHjhD0A__VFvSM19yla_ptniEcDHJEQsMqQokz7Dv5xW5hxBNBnQ5prZ-1f6jMQPtCG5_myALuxTvZrTTUzxXy71ll0OaFLvQHzf2F5zxX1E1aw/s1600/2011-02-14.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2l2gqJZmyZJ4Q3CmMDAGKO7dHjhD0A__VFvSM19yla_ptniEcDHJEQsMqQokz7Dv5xW5hxBNBnQ5prZ-1f6jMQPtCG5_myALuxTvZrTTUzxXy71ll0OaFLvQHzf2F5zxX1E1aw/s400/2011-02-14.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-15379547198924107612011-05-29T14:13:00.000-04:002011-05-29T14:13:38.734-04:00January 2011<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOc-VKKqe-anjtUdbvVk9zMdFgNumKj1WbTe4ghYIEeDROv7tdDsDAU2yc0aF__hrL-t1VzfTZyw-4AG75lna2uJfgv48P4EYc8nUP-n0txqLhglDVImXbdC4mS9Oojuim7YJVg/s1600/Downloads.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcOc-VKKqe-anjtUdbvVk9zMdFgNumKj1WbTe4ghYIEeDROv7tdDsDAU2yc0aF__hrL-t1VzfTZyw-4AG75lna2uJfgv48P4EYc8nUP-n0txqLhglDVImXbdC4mS9Oojuim7YJVg/s400/Downloads.jpg' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-76096038980063147322011-05-29T00:28:00.002-04:002011-05-29T10:48:36.731-04:00Catch upI got SO behind on all my blogging I thought I would just make a few collages and/or slideshows of things that have been going on since Thanksgiving. :) Here is December...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEeVT8mQhDdsjUJKQY1ByqTmI7dKgsAl3iDwrC53g2os2N9Aea8zKtJpDh57VukkuFfbMAKPsFvH8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-20615379454919625062011-05-28T15:00:00.003-04:002011-05-28T15:02:51.972-04:00BlessingsI love this song by Laura Story! The first time I heard it I thought of the tornado victims here in Alabama. Now it applies to so many others in the United States affected by the tornadoes and floods. You can hear some of Laura's story behind the song <a href="http://youtu.be/Nz9irePc-iI">here</a>.<br /><br />I pray this song blesses you in whatever trials you may have in your life right now.<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1CSVqHcdhXQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-22607502903571408172010-12-09T10:04:00.000-05:002010-12-09T10:06:51.360-05:00Look what a few years will do!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWVm1nsGnSRAIpnJ8yn2zn-1IV8e6v8ULcymzHm05DE-c07vW-QN69illSVTg6hlHAqQ_FUz46LwXZGXeNubXk5CIwGg_E920POR_dIxtBQFvkgLS8uK8O795z2RN1b3Dn8ya7g/s1600/Chehaw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsWVm1nsGnSRAIpnJ8yn2zn-1IV8e6v8ULcymzHm05DE-c07vW-QN69illSVTg6hlHAqQ_FUz46LwXZGXeNubXk5CIwGg_E920POR_dIxtBQFvkgLS8uK8O795z2RN1b3Dn8ya7g/s320/Chehaw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548699094033574258" /></a>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-6996813645850585282010-11-23T08:46:00.003-05:002010-11-23T08:49:03.668-05:00Thanksgiving ProgramI am waaaay behind on blogging and need to take the time to catch up with all the stuff that's happened in the past few months. But, I have to post this precious video of Bryan singing at his school's Thanksgiving Program. It's definitely priceless. (It's also 12 minutes long! ha!)<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVIuFEDxVcM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AVIuFEDxVcM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-41181974353739204462010-10-01T15:21:00.002-04:002010-10-01T15:27:18.252-04:00Quote of the Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_OZZrUFok5wC8ney31Dspe4g8WzTnyL5RQSI8jJx3GX5njSx2h5Z65quP14YXwcJIuJ9Dniir1IpFRL25ZXi5ED3Ra_67Fd70QY8MyMrgZ5PTNKbRa4nmmfWQFSg8HAKXRR4PQ/s1600/1001100914.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_OZZrUFok5wC8ney31Dspe4g8WzTnyL5RQSI8jJx3GX5njSx2h5Z65quP14YXwcJIuJ9Dniir1IpFRL25ZXi5ED3Ra_67Fd70QY8MyMrgZ5PTNKbRa4nmmfWQFSg8HAKXRR4PQ/s320/1001100914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523161397220136034" /></a><br />Bryan's teacher, Ms. Kay, told him to get ready for carpool. He said, "We gotta get our bathing suits!" :)jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-8786470344402506002010-08-31T14:06:00.005-04:002010-08-31T14:27:23.888-04:00First Day of Preschool!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jknRigOB2J4X9ymYqznxUg_A3E81Md_4oCm-ed6gu17UBtuLqQnCmJn6hdPhvPoRfQ7fRvHeOykyuKqwU8Ys4WzegkkpZfTTeOF7n3wY2VERAkOsKLuEGPdkgAkkBbxZRpZnWQ/s1600/IMG_1523.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jknRigOB2J4X9ymYqznxUg_A3E81Md_4oCm-ed6gu17UBtuLqQnCmJn6hdPhvPoRfQ7fRvHeOykyuKqwU8Ys4WzegkkpZfTTeOF7n3wY2VERAkOsKLuEGPdkgAkkBbxZRpZnWQ/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511639122072667538" border="0" /></a><br />Today was Bryan's official first day of pre-school. We had open house last night and got to meet his teacher, Mrs. Elizabeth. She seems very nice and had things very organized in his room. His classroom theme is "Faithful Fish" and she had their names written on fish in several different places. She said their seat will change after this week so they can start to recognize their names before kindergarten. Of course Bryan spotted his right away. Glad to know he's a little ahead in that area. :)<br /><br />We left the house a few minutes early and got there in plenty of time to sign Bryan in. On the way in all he said was, "You'll come back to get me." Oh yes, buddy! I'll come back to get you. :) Lots of moms (and some dads) were waiting for the hallway doors to open. Bryan was very quiet and took it all in. He's always been super observant and today was no different. We walked right to his classroom, hung up his lunchbox and "pack pack" and he lined up outside in the hall with his other classmates. I gave him a hug and kiss and went on my way. No tears from either of us. I'll save those for next year.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1vo4qASMZLv0YjvPoiuHGjuvMzH53TBtFtXzHQTgKCMhh7KYAKhjqNf3Siqrhd7JrV0ieg5r9ThSXSaBi6lv5qQ5gEg_BH1CsVtXxQ9ba2Gilb5oxV2I3oQ-9zjcDcaz45kQyA/s1600/IMG_1541.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1vo4qASMZLv0YjvPoiuHGjuvMzH53TBtFtXzHQTgKCMhh7KYAKhjqNf3Siqrhd7JrV0ieg5r9ThSXSaBi6lv5qQ5gEg_BH1CsVtXxQ9ba2Gilb5oxV2I3oQ-9zjcDcaz45kQyA/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511639918572192626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hlRYxK6krZ_40A78W6wwFVhl8d49UHG4e0CGiKnwjyUtWDgFTYrvgriaN840eKdTNCGgL1yvwJca9qQIs1yge3HBx9Rf6w1TOpY9FKpraDcMI-lfKi86FZ05PDEDNcI_10Mu2Q/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hlRYxK6krZ_40A78W6wwFVhl8d49UHG4e0CGiKnwjyUtWDgFTYrvgriaN840eKdTNCGgL1yvwJca9qQIs1yge3HBx9Rf6w1TOpY9FKpraDcMI-lfKi86FZ05PDEDNcI_10Mu2Q/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511641491040727954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was thankful to go to the grocery store alone this morning. I didn't get a whole lot done after that, but it was nice to have some time to myself. I (and Simba) went back to get B about 12:25 and he was playing hard in his room. He was happy to see me, but then said "I had fun at school!" I am SO thankful for that. Anything else I ask him he responds with, "I don't know." HA! He did tell me a boy pushed the school and hurt his hand. I have no idea what that means. He also told me Mrs. Elizabeth said, "Shhhhhh!" and "Line up!" Hope those weren't directed at him. hahaha! His folder that comes home with him each day had a smiley face for behavior. Yay! I'm so glad he had a good first day. Hopefully he will feel like going back on Thursday. :)jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-62980500874388675712010-06-07T13:04:00.005-04:002010-09-06T12:02:27.207-04:00Happy Day<table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/JamalRae/HappyDay?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ubvipJuhvJg/TIUNFGSIB9E/AAAAAAAAU8A/xJkTfXkLFQs/s160-c/HappyDay.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/JamalRae/HappyDay?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">happy day</a></td></tr></table>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-45266629020211945292010-04-26T15:16:00.003-04:002010-04-26T15:21:13.082-04:00Update on Marie AngeSo, I opened the mailbox today and found a letter from Marie Ange written on the 20th of February...just 8 days after the awful earthquake. I thought you might like to know what her cousin wrote for her. <br /><br />"Happiness that is in Marie Ange's heart can't be measured. She feels glad to find this occasion that is so special to talk to you. How's your family? Marie Ange is very fine thanks to God, so his her family. She thanks you for the letter, thank you for giving much advice and lots of wishes to her. Thanks a lot for the gift of Christmas you sent her. With that money her mom bought a nice dress for her. She had nobody who died in the event that occurred, but her house has holes. She'll always pray for you so God blesses you. Help her to pray also because she'd like to become a great girl in order to be useful to her community and her church." <br /><br />She went on to ask a few questions and sent me some good drawings. What a sweet family. I'm so thankful to know they are ok and all of their family is alive!!! Thanks for your prayers too!jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-80269397113180764582010-03-31T23:56:00.000-04:002010-04-01T10:41:27.664-04:00Funny Sayings...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2pnREm-_VNSnddEMmwGTagjvNUOrY741r_1hffystdVgGmJFUl6JCzJWom2Jo2z0dkbLwADA-rWX9r9DjHkyw9m6aamQ2yIYcKjLF0GQh9wieTM8xOuxatwzuXqnlimsJHBXzg/s1600/3.20.10+%2815%29.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2pnREm-_VNSnddEMmwGTagjvNUOrY741r_1hffystdVgGmJFUl6JCzJWom2Jo2z0dkbLwADA-rWX9r9DjHkyw9m6aamQ2yIYcKjLF0GQh9wieTM8xOuxatwzuXqnlimsJHBXzg/s320/3.20.10+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454884179331774594" border="0" /></a><br />So I'm WAY behind on blogging, but wanted to make a list of some funny things Bryan has said lately. I don't want to forget. :)<br /><br />If he sees someone friendly he might say, "I want to talk to that." while pointing at them.<br /><br />When he hears a phone beep he says, "You got a tessage."<br /><br />I pulled out the tape measure one day to do something and he said "See how tall is me." Then he followed that by saying "I'm getting REALLY bigger."<br /><br />If he wants you to throw him a ball he'll say "Catch it to me."<br /><br />Today in the car he was talking about Allison's new puppy Casey and how she's at her house with Sydney. I told him Sydney wasn't there anymore and she was in Heaven. Then I asked if he knew how else lives in Heaven. He said, "Yeah! Mr. Fredrickson!!" :) (that's the old man in the movie Up!)<br /><br />Today, he also pointed to the freckle on his arm and said, "See my pickle." HA! I about cracked up.jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-53058354587706818062010-03-15T11:53:00.000-04:002010-03-15T11:54:47.389-04:00Snow Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/JamalRae/SnowDay21210#"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJ6i7GDpG8xuA92kqM8h6JTIBBJJrZXBobPFC_hfRQqgjdu_8ujoF17NoUMw3l_vYQ65T1D211lfwwrWchHf90DZY4SSObuzWNEy9Ro5g2eHtK4lfm0X50UxF0O9iSbVfRetSIA/s320/2.12.10+%2877%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448889532014712162" border="0" /></a>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-80605931014655120692010-02-05T14:53:00.001-05:002010-02-05T14:53:17.767-05:00That thing you do!<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9215409&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9215409&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9215409">Untitled</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2547748">Lana Walker</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-40306439390018380432010-01-14T10:15:00.003-05:002010-01-14T10:31:55.999-05:00Marie Ange<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAa1jigULnYbi2m_pZC5aNLLUoC0g0Zb4nEa96f1xnmUVTIKJAxnbuPWx5ISb4jQh12_LxrXqHSIEmG2kHRecNS8cFv4eMcG40Xl3HXwyLoxXzwuXhXc82XzxDnk5i3HTxdaiLOA/s1600-h/marie+ange.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAa1jigULnYbi2m_pZC5aNLLUoC0g0Zb4nEa96f1xnmUVTIKJAxnbuPWx5ISb4jQh12_LxrXqHSIEmG2kHRecNS8cFv4eMcG40Xl3HXwyLoxXzwuXhXc82XzxDnk5i3HTxdaiLOA/s320/marie+ange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426618583765449714" /></a><br />Matt and I sponsor a child through <a href="http://www.compassion.com/">Compassion</a> in Haiti. Her name is Marie Ange Benjamin and she is 5 years old. One of my favorite things is to open the mailbox and have a letter from her. Usually it's her grandmother or uncle writing it for her, but she always draws a picture for me.<br /><br />I just got a letter last week and I can't help but wonder if that will be the last one. I got an email from <a href="http://www.compassion.com/">Compassion</a> yesterday saying they are working to locate her and will let me know as soon as they do. When I first heard of the earthquake hitting Haiti I immediately started to worry about Marie Ange and her family. I'm not exactly sure how far away they live from the capital, but I pray they were far enough away to avoid any harm.<br /><br />I wanted to share with you one of the letters she wrote to us a few months back that brought me to tears. To think this sweet child wants to know more about me and how to pray for our family is humbling, to say the least. The letters are written in their language and then translated to English. That's why it may sound a little odd.<br /><br />Here's what her sweet letter said:<br /><br /><blockquote>This is a great pleasure for Marie Ange and her family to write to you any time it's possible. Much greeting to you in Jesus' name. Thanks a lot for your letter, your participation, and the Christmas gift you sent her. Her grandmother bought a beautiful pink dress for her with that money. Understand that God is using you to bless her. Know that God doesn't use people for nothing. May God in his grace accompany you in all that you'll do this year! May he always guide you on the right way because he says in Psalms 23 he's a good Shepard. Thanks for your love, your picture, and your beautiful smile. You are really a lovely family and the glory of the Lord is shining on your face. Bryan is a beautiful baby. She wishes that one day he will grow up into a big boy like his father, Matt. Thanks for everything! Do you have a sea in your neighborhood? (We sent a family picture of us at the beach.) Pray for her to keep on growing in the love of the Lord. <br /><br />Her favorite animal is a hen. She likes almost all the birds and she likes to feed them. Her favorite colors are red, blue, and pink. She greets you and she takes advantage to ask you what you'd like Bryan to become so that she can help you pray.</blockquote><br /><br />I know many of us are tight on money, but there is one inexpensive way we can give. Text "Disaster" to 90999. This will add $10 to your cellphone bill next month and gives directly to Compassion to help in this time of need. If you'd like to give more, here's a <a href="https://www.compassion.com/contribution/giving/disasterrelief.htm?referer=105910">link for you to Compassion's disaster relief fund.</a> <br /><br />Haiti, Our prayers are with you and especially with you, Marie Ange.jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-16677245777810584832009-12-17T10:19:00.002-05:002009-12-18T09:14:05.413-05:00Joy to the World<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8245758&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8245758&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/8245758">Joy to the World</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user915129">jamie baker</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-19858124751867017592009-12-17T10:18:00.001-05:002009-12-17T10:18:21.955-05:00test post via smsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04383163634944625594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-80150808010289775552009-12-11T10:07:00.002-05:002010-01-18T18:00:29.190-05:00Christmas Santa<div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGJtv2d5-E0DKWpW1tkUUMew_oxbL8psmVpasByzwcw-FoIS_LbmqR64O1sFC8TyRvJe7mdpfbCjCLIFsSDsvcNRu6sTRl732qp8bMYqK5e40FjgQu3ePHMccuXalm9PTqaTBWQ/s1600-h/BP32018771_13.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGJtv2d5-E0DKWpW1tkUUMew_oxbL8psmVpasByzwcw-FoIS_LbmqR64O1sFC8TyRvJe7mdpfbCjCLIFsSDsvcNRu6sTRl732qp8bMYqK5e40FjgQu3ePHMccuXalm9PTqaTBWQ/s400/BP32018771_13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none; padding: 0px; background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />What a <a href="http://meetthebakers.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-noes-its-santa.html">difference</a> two years makes!:)jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10531076.post-82852760022103678882009-12-01T14:00:00.003-05:002009-12-02T08:54:31.456-05:00ChristmastimeBryan calls Santa "Christmas Santa" and a snowman is "Christmas man!" Ornaments are called "Christmas balls." Sunday after church we asked him what he learned in Sunday school and he said, "Jesus was born! :)<br /><br />This year is going to be a super fun at Christmas!jamie bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15702643807827552444noreply@blogger.com2