<?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-7779535445611696372</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:29:08.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Fam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779535445611696372.post-268617542896988572</id><published>2011-03-09T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:24:02.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.&amp;nbsp; So after lots of adustment and a couple of break downs, we are happy to say that Zebulon David Camp is on his way.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it's a boy!&amp;nbsp; Can you believe it?&amp;nbsp; I finally can.&amp;nbsp; We didn't think that it was possible.&amp;nbsp; I guess the boy defenses that my uterus has been throwing up all of these years went down.&amp;nbsp; Now, I will admit, it was a complete shock!&amp;nbsp; We sat in the sonogram room expecting to hear the oh so familiar words of, "It's a girl."&amp;nbsp; Now, I have seen two boy ultrasounds in my life and was able to read both of them quickly.&amp;nbsp; We were even more convinced that it was a girl when the baby was crossing its ankles and refusing to show us.&amp;nbsp; When finally he moved and I saw something that none of my ultrasounds have ever had.&amp;nbsp; I just started to giggle.&amp;nbsp; It's a nervous giggle that my entire family is affected by.&amp;nbsp; We laugh at funerals or anytime we are uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; The ultrasound tech said, "it's a boy."&amp;nbsp; Now, there was no dramatic build up at all.&amp;nbsp; She said it so fast that you could have missed it.&amp;nbsp; Bobby was so stunned he said, "excuse me?&amp;nbsp; Are you sure?"&amp;nbsp; I was quite convinced that it was a boy, either that or this baby had a third leg!&amp;nbsp; We walked out of that room to a crowded waiting room where we waited for Monica, my midwife.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As we were waiting with our disappointed seven year old and extatic four year old and clueless one year old, Bobby kept trying to get me to talk about it.&amp;nbsp; Yes.&amp;nbsp; I know.&amp;nbsp; I was in shock and did not want to share my feelings with a room full of strangers.&amp;nbsp; I just kept telling him, "not now."&amp;nbsp; On the way home we both had our own little break down.&amp;nbsp; Now, don't get me wrong, we were already in love with this little man.&amp;nbsp; I just kept thinking.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to be that mother of just one boy.&amp;nbsp; The one that is convinced that her baby is perfect and that if he does something wrong, it's someone else's fault.&amp;nbsp; You know what I'm talking about.&amp;nbsp; Or to be the mom that babies him so much and doesn't let him be a boy.&amp;nbsp; Bobby was concerned about how to be the dad to a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, we found out six weeks ago, we realized that there is a reason that God was blessing us with this little boy now.&amp;nbsp; After having three girls, we are in a position to know what we expect from the boys around our girls.&amp;nbsp; It's changed our prespective.&amp;nbsp; And Bobby gets to go to the other side of Gymboree!&amp;nbsp; It's been 6 years of going in there and longingly looking at the other side of the store.&amp;nbsp; Boys clothes!&amp;nbsp; A brand new color scheme!&amp;nbsp; We have to say that each and every day that goes by, we are more excited by the idea of a son.&amp;nbsp; A son.... what an exciting new adventure.&amp;nbsp; God is really changing things up!&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited about this.&amp;nbsp; Zebulon will be here before we know it.&amp;nbsp; I wonder everyday what he is going to look like.&amp;nbsp; Our girls are so feminine!&amp;nbsp; What will a boy look like?&amp;nbsp; And let's be honest, I'm excited to have one for me, since all of the girls have turned into daddy's girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779535445611696372-268617542896988572?l=campfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/268617542896988572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/268617542896988572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/268617542896988572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779535445611696372.post-30792038136321266</id><published>2010-12-23T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T07:25:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby number WHAT?</title><content type='html'>I have to say that being pregnant with baby number four, you get so many more unwanted comments.&amp;nbsp; No, I don't mean other people's horror stories.&amp;nbsp; I mean just rude comments about your sanity.&amp;nbsp; And yes, I know that I am probably a bit more sensitive to people remarks since I'm pregnant, but really?&amp;nbsp; Does every person I encounter NEED to ponder my sanity to my face?&amp;nbsp; I'm just going to quickly clear a couple things up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, No.&amp;nbsp; We were not trying for a fourth.&amp;nbsp; We had considered it.&amp;nbsp; Believe it or not, I ovulated twice in the cycle that I got pregnant in.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I didn't even know that was possible.&amp;nbsp; But something about weaning from nursing had something to do with it.&amp;nbsp; I figured it took three years between Ava Rose and Adelaide.&amp;nbsp; If it was going to happen, it would happen much later down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am not out to be my mother.&amp;nbsp; When you come from a family of six kids, people assume that you are trying to recreate your family.&amp;nbsp; If that's the logic people are working with to justify MY pregnancy, how do you explain that my husband came from a small family of only two kids?&amp;nbsp; Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, we aren't determined to have a boy.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we have three girls, but we like girls.&amp;nbsp; If you are going to do something do that and do it well.&amp;nbsp; I have an amazing husband that can put an outfit matching socks or tights, shoes and bloomers together.&amp;nbsp; He knows the importance of a bow and can even do hair!&amp;nbsp; We know what goes into potty training girls.&amp;nbsp; We can handle the drama.&amp;nbsp; We deal with attitude.&amp;nbsp; We get little girls.&amp;nbsp; Now, that's not to say that if God blesses us with a boy that we wouldn't be thrilled.&amp;nbsp; We would be, just scared out of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are really excited about having a fourth child.&amp;nbsp; We like the idea of an even number.&amp;nbsp; Having two younger sisters close in age to me, I know that drama of three.&amp;nbsp; Someone is always left out.&amp;nbsp; I also love that Lexie and Ava Rose are so close.&amp;nbsp; They really are best friends.&amp;nbsp; I want Adelaide to have that.&amp;nbsp; These two will be super close in age (21 months apart) and I am so excited to watch their friendship grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes.&amp;nbsp; I am terrified.&amp;nbsp; I have moments of being unsure how to do it all.&amp;nbsp; Where will a fourth baby go?&amp;nbsp; How will we afford four?&amp;nbsp; How do I work all of these car seats (I have my nephew every day) in my van?&amp;nbsp; How will I homeschool 2 and entertain the other 3?&amp;nbsp; Because daily, I will have 5 kids every day.&amp;nbsp; How will Adelaide, my most needy baby, react to a new baby?&amp;nbsp; Will she think it's replacing her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same thoughts as everyone else.&amp;nbsp; I just don't know that it's necessary for YOU to state your queries to me.&amp;nbsp; It's really not your business.&amp;nbsp; We are having a fourth child.&amp;nbsp; All that we ask at this point is for you to support us.&amp;nbsp; You can think we are crazy.&amp;nbsp; But don't say it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779535445611696372-30792038136321266?l=campfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/30792038136321266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-to-say-that-being-pregnant-with.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/30792038136321266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/30792038136321266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-to-say-that-being-pregnant-with.html' title='Baby number WHAT?'/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779535445611696372.post-6627116001070930113</id><published>2010-11-05T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:43:21.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat's Out</title><content type='html'>The cat is outta the bag.&amp;nbsp; It seems that everyone knows that we are expecting our fourth child.&amp;nbsp; Though, I was very selective in telling everyone at first.&amp;nbsp; People literally kept coming up to me the week that I found out congratulating me.&amp;nbsp; When I would look confused and ask how anybody knew, they would just tell me that they had an inkling and it was confirmed.&amp;nbsp; Now, with this baby, I found out at like four weeks into this mess.&amp;nbsp; How could people have known for a while if there wasn't a while to know?&amp;nbsp; And if they had an inkling, why didn't they maybe let me in on it?&amp;nbsp; And if not telling me that I was pregnant wasn't bad enough, who confirmed it?&amp;nbsp; I have yet to find out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of fun to let it leak out slowly instead of making a big announcement.&amp;nbsp; I made sure my family knew, but other than that, it's been hearsay.&amp;nbsp; Of course Ava Rose announced it to her teachers at school the moment she knew about it.&amp;nbsp; And if you've ever been around our preschool, you know how quickly that spreads.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also finding that this pregnancy is true to form for me.&amp;nbsp; My first pregnancy was rough, but manageable.&amp;nbsp; The second was harder.&amp;nbsp; I was sick more and so much more tired.&amp;nbsp; The third was awful.&amp;nbsp; I was so sick.&amp;nbsp; And I had no energy.&amp;nbsp; This one seems to be the toughest to date.&amp;nbsp; I find it's very hard to fake being fine when I have a very astute six year old and a very sensitive four year old.&amp;nbsp; Lexie is quick to offer that we don't HAVE to do school today if I'm too sick.&amp;nbsp; And Ava Rose is very concerned that I am going to "Frow UP".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that everyone is convinced that we need a boy.&amp;nbsp; I'm not.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that I am a bit curious about how a Camp boy would be.&amp;nbsp; But the idea of raising a boy is just terrifying.&amp;nbsp; The thought of it is panic attack inducing for me.&amp;nbsp; I was made to be the mother of girls.&amp;nbsp; I love pink.&amp;nbsp; I love frills.&amp;nbsp; I love hair bows.&amp;nbsp; I love shoes.&amp;nbsp; I love little girls.&amp;nbsp; Now don't get me wrong, I've had a taste of a little boy.&amp;nbsp; Trey, my nephew is over everyday while Emma works.&amp;nbsp; He's fantastic.&amp;nbsp; But I am at a complete loss at some the things he does.&amp;nbsp; He is ALL boy.&amp;nbsp; I don't have tomboys.&amp;nbsp; I don't even have girls.&amp;nbsp; I have princesses.&amp;nbsp; They want all the right accessories, they want to wear a tiara whenever possible.&amp;nbsp; They count down to ballet lessons.&amp;nbsp; They love a dress.&amp;nbsp; And shoe shopping is one of their favorite activities.&amp;nbsp; And, I also want Adelaide to have what Lexie and Ava Rose have.&amp;nbsp; They are best friends.&amp;nbsp; What better thing to have your best friend be your sister?&amp;nbsp; I watch my two younger sisters and I want that for all of my girls.&amp;nbsp; As the oldest of the three Bickford girls, I know how having three girls can be difficult.&amp;nbsp; I know that someone will be left out.&amp;nbsp; I know that there will be more tears.&amp;nbsp; I will adjust if I have a boy.&amp;nbsp; I will wrap my mind around it and dive in with both feet.&amp;nbsp; I would love him and he would be the sweetest little boy ever.&amp;nbsp; But I'm just saying.&amp;nbsp; I would love to be the mother of four girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my husband?&amp;nbsp; You would have to see him with our girls.&amp;nbsp; He was made to be a daddy to girls.&amp;nbsp; He has no problem fixing hair and matching the hairbow to the outfit.&amp;nbsp; He knows how to deal with swing of emotions that are continuous with three little girls in the house.&amp;nbsp; He's as curious as I am about what a boy would be like, but that is as far as it goes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both excited about having a fourth baby.&amp;nbsp; The whole even number is a good thing.&amp;nbsp; And we are just thrilled that God would bless us in this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779535445611696372-6627116001070930113?l=campfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6627116001070930113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/cats-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/6627116001070930113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/6627116001070930113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/cats-out.html' title='Cat&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779535445611696372.post-7730809201080242899</id><published>2010-11-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:10:37.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies and Butt Paste</title><content type='html'>Ava Rose and Lexie went to bed last night and as usual, I could hear them talking instead of going to sleep.&amp;nbsp; They weren't bothering Ladie so I didn't say anything.&amp;nbsp; In fact they fell asleep faster than normal.&amp;nbsp; Wahoo!&amp;nbsp; What an awesome night.&amp;nbsp; Bobby came home and they were already asleep.&amp;nbsp; Such an unusual thing.&amp;nbsp; But I was not about to disrupt a quiet evening and the possibility of an early night for Mommy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ten o'clock every night, the "potty alarm" on Bobby's phone goes off.&amp;nbsp; He gets Ava up and takes her potty so that we can hopefully avoid a bed wetting accident.&amp;nbsp; He went in to get her and come back out fuming.&amp;nbsp; I was so confused because my husband is not one to lose his temper easily.&amp;nbsp; "Did she have an accident already?" I asked.&amp;nbsp; I was really just grasping at something, anything&amp;nbsp;that would cause this reaction in him.&amp;nbsp; "I'm going to go wake up our children now.&amp;nbsp; They have to clean butt paste off the bed."&amp;nbsp; What???&amp;nbsp; Apparently, my creative children decided to paint their bed with yes, butt paste.&amp;nbsp; How in the world do they come up with this?&amp;nbsp; No, not the little tube that yo stick in the diaper bag or the big tube that's in the living room.&amp;nbsp; They used the monster tub of butt paste.&amp;nbsp; It was practically full and now it's empty.&amp;nbsp; Yes, they emptied out the tub of butt paste that used properly, takes a good year to go through.&amp;nbsp; It took them one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in their room was covered.&amp;nbsp; And though, Bobby did get them up and they cleaned the majority up last night, I think we will be finding it for the next 6 years.&amp;nbsp; Their shoes, sheets, clothes, bodies, bed, walls and hair were covered!&amp;nbsp; I sent Ava Rose to school this morning reeking of the distinct smell.&amp;nbsp; Her teachers probably think that we just don't bathe them.&amp;nbsp; But I do.&amp;nbsp; They had a bath last night before this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is, this is not Ava Rose's first run at this kind of thing.&amp;nbsp; She once smeared Vaseline all over herself and MY bedroom.&amp;nbsp; She was two and it took weeks to get it out of her hair!&amp;nbsp; Even with the special shampoo that Aunt Annie got us.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully this will not be a repeat of that mess.&amp;nbsp; OH.&amp;nbsp; Well, at least they were writing in the smeared mess.&amp;nbsp; Can I count that a school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779535445611696372-7730809201080242899?l=campfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7730809201080242899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/babies-and-butt-paste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/7730809201080242899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/7730809201080242899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/babies-and-butt-paste.html' title='Babies and Butt Paste'/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779535445611696372.post-3378927692364680249</id><published>2010-10-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:32:51.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladie has been sick for the past couple of days.&amp;nbsp; She is not the pull yourself up by your bootstraps child.&amp;nbsp; Which, I guess I kind of deserve.&amp;nbsp; She is after all one hundred percent me.&amp;nbsp; But, being pregnant and sick and dealing with a child with the lovely mystery fever and NO OTHER symptoms, will just about push one over the edge.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I don't even think that I brushed Ava's hair before she went to school.&amp;nbsp; In the words of my mom, "She looked like an orphan baby.&amp;nbsp; Like nobody loves her."&amp;nbsp; Well, at least she was dressed.&amp;nbsp; Adelaide on the other hand is still in her jammies that are covered in strawberries.&amp;nbsp; Well, at least she ate something.&amp;nbsp; The most frustrating part of this whole thing was Saturday night when Ladie was in the worst of it.&amp;nbsp; She woke up at about midnight with a fever.&amp;nbsp; I gave her medicine and put her in the bathtub to cool her off.&amp;nbsp; She was miserable and up until 4.&amp;nbsp; Bobby was home and luckily did not have to work in the morning.&amp;nbsp; I literally lay in bed with them trying to help, but my pregnant body kept betraying me.&amp;nbsp; I could not stay awake!&amp;nbsp; I crashed at some point and slept for two hours while my poor husband was up with our sick baby.&amp;nbsp; I know that God gives a child two parents for times such as these, but.... It's really frustrating.&amp;nbsp; And then I tried to talk to Bobby about how I was supposed to be the one taking care of her, but he just got offended.&amp;nbsp; Now, I know, I&amp;nbsp; am crazy blessed.&amp;nbsp; I have a husband that will give up sleep for his children and doesn't just expect me to do it all.&amp;nbsp; But do any you moms get this?&amp;nbsp; She came from ME.&amp;nbsp; I want to be there when she's sick.&amp;nbsp; I don't always trust Bobby's instincts with sick babies.&amp;nbsp; Does he know that if her fever spikes to put her in the bath?&amp;nbsp; Does he know the tylenol/motrin schedule?&amp;nbsp; What will he do if she gets worse suddenly?&amp;nbsp; Does he know when to call the doctor?&amp;nbsp; Will he know the questions to ask if he does call?&amp;nbsp; I guess you can tell.&amp;nbsp; I struggle with control when it comes to my children...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779535445611696372-3378927692364680249?l=campfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3378927692364680249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/ladie-has-been-sick-for-past-couple-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/3378927692364680249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/3378927692364680249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/ladie-has-been-sick-for-past-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7779535445611696372.post-2987892905690244376</id><published>2010-10-24T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:04:47.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is our Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am a mom who is incredibly proud of my family.&amp;nbsp; I just needed some extra place to tell all about what's going on in this hectic household.&amp;nbsp; We live our life first and foremost, to honor Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; Alexis, our six year old is so precious.&amp;nbsp; She accepted Jesus into her heart at the age of three.&amp;nbsp; She had done something wrong and I explained to her that she had sinned.&amp;nbsp; I also explained that it made Jesus sad when she sinned.&amp;nbsp;She was very distraught.&amp;nbsp; She told me, "Mommy, I don't want to fin anymore."&amp;nbsp; I explained to her that because she was human, she would sin.&amp;nbsp; But that there was a way she could ask for forgiveness and work on things that were hard for her.&amp;nbsp; It all came down to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I asked her if she remembered the Bible story at Easter.&amp;nbsp; When Jesus was killed on the cross.&amp;nbsp; And how He rose again.&amp;nbsp; I asked her why He would do that.&amp;nbsp; We discovered that He did that so that He could cover her sins and they could share a relationship.&amp;nbsp; She was very excited and said the sweetest little prayer asking Jesus to come into her heart so that they could be friends.&amp;nbsp; She still sins, but now she knows that she can always go to her Friend and ask for forgiveness and help not doing that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0LLEOH5Hfs/TMSHuLsxDQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8mDe3s-_HTc/s1600/DSC_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0LLEOH5Hfs/TMSHuLsxDQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8mDe3s-_HTc/s320/DSC_0105.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ava Rose, my precious four year old, is a newer Christian.&amp;nbsp; This summer, while getting ready to go on a camping trip with her grandparents, we took the time to put on the armour of God.&amp;nbsp; We started with the helmet of salvation.&amp;nbsp; Ava asked me what that was.&amp;nbsp; I explained to her that it is the knowledge that Jesus Christ had saved her from her sins.&amp;nbsp; She asked me if she knew that.&amp;nbsp; I responded by telling her that you can only know that if you have asked Jesus into your heart.&amp;nbsp; And that you are trying to live in a manner pleasing to Jesus.&amp;nbsp; That you can be Jesus' friend and talk to him.&amp;nbsp; This was quite a revelation to sweet Ava Rose.&amp;nbsp; While waiting for Nana to arrive, she asked Jesus to come into heart and forgive her.&amp;nbsp; She was that warm summer morning at our kitchen table.&amp;nbsp; When Nana arrived, Ava Rose ran out to tell her all about our morning.&amp;nbsp; She was very excited when Nana explained that now they were sisters!&amp;nbsp; WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet precious Adelaide is just a year old.&amp;nbsp; Though she has not come to understand how much Jesus loves her, I know that one day God will reveal Himself to her.&amp;nbsp; She has such a wonderful example of a loving father that would give his very life for her.&amp;nbsp; Her older sisters are also wonderful pictures of Christ's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; She is the loudest of all of us.&amp;nbsp; Maybe, that's because she has to be.&amp;nbsp; With two talkative big sister's, it's hard to get a word in.&amp;nbsp; Adelaide is the first grandchild that my mom has said gives her deja vu.&amp;nbsp; She is me all over again.&amp;nbsp; And though that fills me with no small amount of pride, it scares the stew out of me.&amp;nbsp; She is energetic and lively, but also somewhat spoiled.&amp;nbsp; She expects to get her way and throws the biggest fits when she doesn't.&amp;nbsp; It's something we are working on.&amp;nbsp; But at the same time she has such a kind spirit.&amp;nbsp; It's hard not spoil the one like you but also not be too tough on them either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bobby is the most amazing father&amp;nbsp;that my girls could hope to have.&amp;nbsp; He works so hard to support our family.&amp;nbsp; He would much rather be at home with us, but puts his wants aside to do what is most important.&amp;nbsp; He is a hands on Daddy.&amp;nbsp; He changes diapers, plays games, makes lunches.&amp;nbsp; He truly is my partner.&amp;nbsp; He is such a gentleman to our three girls.&amp;nbsp; His desire is that they know that God made them ladies and that anyone they interact with should treat them as such.&amp;nbsp; He is a gentle, kind and understanding husband.&amp;nbsp; However, he can be firm when he needs to be.&amp;nbsp; He is striving to be the leader that God expects him to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am Vera.&amp;nbsp; I love that I get to home school my sweet Lexie.&amp;nbsp; This is our first year at home together and it has been amazing!&amp;nbsp; Ava Rose is in four year preschool at our church.&amp;nbsp; Though I miss her for the three hours that she is gone, this has been a good experience for her.&amp;nbsp; She will be at home with me next year.&amp;nbsp; I keep my sweet nephew while my sister is at work.&amp;nbsp; Trey is the most precious little boy that I have ever been around.&amp;nbsp; He and Adelaide are five weeks apart, so they keep me on my toes.&amp;nbsp; We live with my mother-in-law and her mother.&amp;nbsp; After my father-in-law passed away, we found that not only could we save money in this manner, but we could bless them.&amp;nbsp; Our girls give Great Grandma a reason to get up in the morning.&amp;nbsp; They add fullness to her small life.&amp;nbsp; She is deaf and practically blind, but they give her such joy.&amp;nbsp; And when we moved in, I will admit, Grammy was not my favorite person.&amp;nbsp; However, God has changed my heart toward her.&amp;nbsp; I have truly understood more of what has gone on in her life.&amp;nbsp; And how these things have hardened her.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing what God can do!&amp;nbsp; I have a wonderful family, fantastic friends and a relationship with my Heavenly Father.&amp;nbsp; Monetarily speaking, we don't have much.&amp;nbsp; But I do believe you would be hard pressed to find someone as blessed as I.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to sharing with you what God is doing in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7779535445611696372-2987892905690244376?l=campfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2987892905690244376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-our-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/2987892905690244376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7779535445611696372/posts/default/2987892905690244376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-our-family.html' title='This is our Family'/><author><name>Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03460544880481951406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0LLEOH5Hfs/TMSHuLsxDQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8mDe3s-_HTc/s72-c/DSC_0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
