<?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-1846518272140277559</id><updated>2012-02-13T01:35:14.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed beyond belief</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2954836890798151020</id><published>2010-06-22T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T05:54:52.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting it together</title><content type='html'>I have posted several times about getting a handle on this hurricane called the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt; household. Six people living under one roof, four being kids, is hard work. For so long I have been frustrated and have let so many things go. Tired of saying the same things over and over again. "Pick up your toys, clothes, dishes...trash!" Most of that falling on deaf ears until I am screaming at the top of my lungs. Then me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defeated&lt;/span&gt; and just doing it myself. They broke me. Big Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am here to say, "No more!" This mama has turned a new leaf and it ain't going to be pretty...at first. I am picking myself up, dusting off, and laying down the law. Yes, you are probably thinking that it is long over due. Heck, I know it is. But as the saying goes...better late than never. I can be honest with all of you when I say that I had given up for so long. I had no idea what to do or how to get it together. Now I know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house got a thorough cleaning the weekend before last because I just couldn't take it any more. My husband deserves a clean house to come home to after a long day at work. I deserve not to work myself to death to have every thing I accomplished be destroyed after only an hour or two. My kids deserve to learn some responsibilities and appreciation for what they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone has their own chores to do and items are picked up before bedtime. No longer am I the only one doing laundry or sweeping the floor. You make a mess...you clean it up. A good friend of mine had a great idea. She does it with her kids. I think my kids are the messiest eaters on this planet. It never fails that there is some spill on the floor after a meal. Multiple that by the three kids sitting there...yea...frustration level up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she said to give each of them an old toothbrush and spray the floor and tell 'em to get to work cleaning. Great idea. So that has been something we have been doing. Grape juice was spilled earlier and the twins were in trouble....I'm not going into details...but that was part of their punishment. Clean the floor *wherever there were spots* with toothbrushes. (I'm not that cruel to make them do the entire floor)So we are gradually getting some kind of order to this chaos over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hope full&lt;/span&gt; and encouraged...now I just need some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accountability&lt;/span&gt; to keep it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-2954836890798151020?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2954836890798151020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2954836890798151020&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2954836890798151020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2954836890798151020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/06/getting-it-together.html' title='getting it together'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-9156815254635183911</id><published>2010-05-01T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:49:42.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not even close.....lol</title><content type='html'>OK, this post is mainly for my awesome mother in law, Susan. She has been getting the word out there for people to vote for my blog. She is the most wonderful, loving, encouraging MIL I could ever ask for. She is my biggest cheerleader and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately.....the votes weren't even close to the winners. But I do have to say that most of them had all month to acquire votes. Oh well, the prizes weren't that good any way. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start this blog to win prizes or get hundreds of followers. Or to bestow my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;abundant&lt;/span&gt; amount of wisdom on you.(he-he)This is my journal, my way to vent, to let other wives and mothers know they aren't alone in there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;endeavors&lt;/span&gt;, and to glorify God in any and every way that I can....which isn't easy but so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Susan, don't fret about the outcome of the blog competition. You worked very hard campaigning for you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DIL&lt;/span&gt; and that makes me feel better than actually winning. I love you very much and am blessed to have you in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-9156815254635183911?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9156815254635183911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=9156815254635183911&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/9156815254635183911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/9156815254635183911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-even-closelol.html' title='not even close.....lol'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5502240000487824421</id><published>2010-04-24T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:44:46.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog nominated....wow...didn't see that coming</title><content type='html'>hi everyone. someone nominated my blog on this link below. i have no idea who did or why but am flattered:o). So if you enjoy my blurbs go vote. no pressure or any thing. but i do have to say that i NEVER win any thing when in a contest. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloginterviewer.com/page/2"&gt;http://bloginterviewer.com/page/2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i should tell you to go to the link above, click on my blog and then you will see a vote now button. it took me a while to figure out how to vote*blush*.&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/1846518272140277559-5502240000487824421?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5502240000487824421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5502240000487824421&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5502240000487824421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5502240000487824421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-everyone.html' title='blog nominated....wow...didn&apos;t see that coming'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6238501810697382769</id><published>2010-04-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:33:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overworked and underpaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S827C7b_HJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NLZb8SaYu3k/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462227582059486354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S827C7b_HJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NLZb8SaYu3k/s200/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have heard this many times from different people through out my 30 something years on this earth. I always thought that it only was meant for the 'business world' and not getting paid enough for the job done. Well it has recently been put on my heart that isn't entirely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a stay at home mom. I home school 3 out of 4 of my children. I try to take care of the needs of my husband, children and house. Most of the time I know I fall short and really struggle with that. I feel some what of a failure when things are chaotic and the house is destroyed, laundry is over flowing, dishes are in the sink calling to be cleaned, school work is put on the wayside, and the kids are turning deaf ears to my instructions. When my husband comes home and one or two things have been accomplished and his wife is a mess and almost in tears. Kids are running wild and.....well being kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of that saying so many people use. Am I overworked and underpaid for this 'job' God has blessed me with. Yes, you heard correctly...BLESSED me with. After the above paragraph I wrote I can honestly say that I am happy and blessed by my job. I have those days mentioned above and wonder if I am cut out for this. Then I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reassured&lt;/span&gt; when my kids tell me that they love me with a python hug and sweet kiss. Mo, my oldest, goes into her room and cleaning it when she knows that I am having an extra stressful day trying to get all my to do things accomplished. It makes me smile the moment I see all of my blessings sitting at the table helping one another with their school work. I especially feel overpaid when my husband comes home and smiles and gives me an appreciative squeeze for dinner being ready because he is starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am overworked with the every day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mundane&lt;/span&gt; tasks of being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mom...well mom for that matter. But I wouldn't say that I am underpaid. My family pays me with their gratitude and affection. To be honest I do have those days when I feel burned out and underpaid, then one of my little ones comes up to me and tells me I'm beautiful, even in my old sweats, hair a mess, knee deep in dirty laundry. You see that is my job. To raise children to love no matter what or who you are. To help one another no matter what the circumstance. I could go on and on but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in a few days or weeks I may come on here and post a venting rampage about a horrible, tantrum &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filled&lt;/span&gt; day when nothing got done or everyone one was in a bad mood and I need some mommy time....but that doesn't mean I have changed my mind. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone has moments to regroup and take a few for themselves. I just need a listening ear to get it all out, get some perspective and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; why I do the job that I have.&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/1846518272140277559-6238501810697382769?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6238501810697382769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6238501810697382769&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6238501810697382769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6238501810697382769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/04/overworked-and-underpaid.html' title='overworked and underpaid'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S827C7b_HJI/AAAAAAAAAWU/NLZb8SaYu3k/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-937251175700932511</id><published>2010-02-26T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:47:07.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never a dull moment</title><content type='html'>The last 2 days have been interesting to say the least. Even though I only had 2 of my 4 kids, we had 2 incidents more than normal. Yes, it wouldn't be the same if something didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night Addison fell asleep in Todd's lap. No that isn't the thing I am referring to. I pick her up to take her to bed. I get her settled in and cozy under the covers. I turn to leave the room and spot it. Her and her 6 yo sibling had got into the maxi pads and stuck one to the wall. It was clean...I promise. And just to make it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; they tie a yo-yo to it. I guess it needed some decoration or something. I am up for any thing now. I don't think they can top that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was not a funny one. Payton tells me that her younger sibling has drawn on the wall with marker. I go to investigate and Addison is rounding the corner because she heard the tattler. I couldn't miss the masterpiece. Dark blue scribbles outside our bedroom door. No it wasn't a small area by all means. This isn't the first time and I lost it a little and sent her to her room. Then I notice that there are 3 drawings of animals that Addison's 3 yo hand could not have done. So the tattler had told on her younger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sibling&lt;/span&gt; to keep from getting into trouble herself. That did it. Miss Princess had a date with her room as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next 5 to 10 minutes I spend scrubbing their portfolio off the wall. Steam coming from my ears and trying not to get madder as I cleaned. (Well, my arms did get a good workout.) I just got frustrated because this isn't the first, second or third time they've done this. They always seem to find some writing utensil that I've missed putting away. Plus, my 6 yo knows better by now. Just needed to vent on that one. I guess I &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; end with the funny one next time. No I am not so naive that I don't expect something like this to happen again. Hopefully it won't be blue marker on a white wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-937251175700932511?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/937251175700932511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=937251175700932511&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/937251175700932511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/937251175700932511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-dull-moment.html' title='never a dull moment'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-9085176074077491149</id><published>2010-02-13T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:12:25.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>score one for dad.....actually more than that</title><content type='html'>O.K. since yesterday's post was such a downer, I thought that I better do another one that is less depressing. I can't promise any thing. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized again how blessed I am last night. Unfortunately the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinkies&lt;/span&gt; got whatever Addison had the other day. Some kind of stomach bug. Thankfully it only lasts about 24 hours. That isn't the reason I am blessed. Todd is such a wonderful father. Payton got sick earlier in the evening while I was in the shower. By the time I was finished he had every thing cleaned up and had her sitting with him giving lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;. Score one for Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at bedtime, we got them all tucked into bed and started our night together. At around 11:45pm Jacob got sick in his bed. Todd jumped right in to help me. All right, not literally. Who would in that situation. Any way he got both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinkies&lt;/span&gt; out of bed because Payton was up by then. He cleaned our son up while I changed the sheets and gave them some water. We snuggled them back in to Payton's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 2am, Jacob got sick &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;again and&lt;/span&gt; he dealt with it. Then he tells me he isn't feeling too well himself. Way to go Todd, dealt with yucky stuff while he wasn't 100%. What a man! Well, at about 4:30 this morning my poor, wonderful, loving husband got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it doesn't sound so great that almost everyone in this family is under the weather. But this wife and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; is thanking God that I have such a great family....especially my husband who would clean up 'you know what' while trying not to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Todd! You are appreciated and loved very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-9085176074077491149?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9085176074077491149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=9085176074077491149&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/9085176074077491149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/9085176074077491149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/score-one-for-dadactually-more-than.html' title='score one for dad.....actually more than that'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-529874044690831350</id><published>2010-02-12T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:08:35.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crummy weather, crummy mood</title><content type='html'>It has rained here for 3 days. It is cold, wet and miserable. Kinda like my mood today. Every thing has rubbed me the wrong way. The normal goings on have irritated me and my patience has been worse for the wear. Poor kids. Poor hubby. I'll be honest, I can't stand myself today. That is sad. Am I alone in this? Can any one else relate?? I am pleading that someone else will say, "Girl, I have been there and done that?" Just so I don't feel like such a horrible wife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAP OUT OF IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-529874044690831350?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/529874044690831350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=529874044690831350&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/529874044690831350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/529874044690831350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/02/crummy-weather-crummy-mood.html' title='crummy weather, crummy mood'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2637511863600586843</id><published>2010-01-18T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:53:54.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison turns 3</title><content type='html'>I am a little sad. Addison turned 3 years old yesterday. She is my last one and is growing out of the baby stage. Who am I kidding, she came out grown. This little person thinks she is a big kid. I guess since she has 3 older siblings that is to be expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning she was born, I remember the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. placing her on my stomach and it was love at first site. Corny I know but oh so true. I told Todd that she didn't look like the other kiddos. YES, she looks like ME. I was so excited that one of them resembled me. I mean, come on, I do all the work and Dad gets all the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison is such a character. Nicknamed Queen A (as in queen b) she tries to run the show...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; she does a lot of the time. One of her most used phrases is " you're not the boss...I the boss." I hear this often when she is playing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinkies&lt;/span&gt;. It doesn't help that they normally give into her. She is just too darn cute not to when she bats her eyes and looks all innocent. We are in trouble!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed with the last addition to our family. She continuously makes us laugh and gives awesome BIG hugs. Happy Birthday Addison!! We love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-2637511863600586843?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2637511863600586843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2637511863600586843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2637511863600586843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2637511863600586843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/addison-turns-3.html' title='Addison turns 3'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4208821208480512450</id><published>2010-01-13T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:29:08.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Facebook of all places</title><content type='html'>Before I got out of bed this morning I had my quiet time. I have struggled with &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt; for about a year now. I just can't seem to let this go with this person. My head knows that I am to forgive as God does but my heart is bitter toward this person and what was done to me. So that was at the top of my prayer time. I desperately want to let this go because it is hindering my relationship with my Lord. I can't grow in my faith if this isn't resolved. Some times I feel consumed by it. I don't want to feel this way any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God to give me a verse for what is going on with my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;forgiving&lt;/span&gt;. What is His take on all of this mess. I got up from bed and went on with my day not thinking that He would get back to me right then. You know that it could take some time when God is working on us.*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon I got on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; to check on everyone and my messages. As I am scanning over posts my eyes catch a phrase. "Has anyone hurt you???" Now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; I skip over that stuff but it was from a Christian site so I bit and went to the page. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMgoodness&lt;/span&gt;, as I read I knew that God had given me my verse. ON &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt; OF ALL PLACES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"There is only one law giver and judge, the One who is able to save and destroy." James 4:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the scenario of how that person was hurt was completely different than mine but the feelings were the same. As a christian, I know I am to forgive but my heart is not wanting to because of my hurt. It is not my place to judge this person or their actions. It is not my place to be judge, jury and executioner. That is then my sin!! I need to hand this over to God to handle and ask for mercy on that person. That is when my heart and head will connect to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I never thought in a million years that I would hear from God on Facebook. LOL. It is true that HE is every where but I have to chuckle about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4208821208480512450?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4208821208480512450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4208821208480512450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4208821208480512450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4208821208480512450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-facebook-of-all-places.html' title='On Facebook of all places'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5921120209873708552</id><published>2010-01-12T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:14:45.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making changes</title><content type='html'>They say it takes 3 weeks to make a habit. I am determined to make good ones this year. Our life around here is mostly chaotic. Which I hate to admit is a lot of my fault. I am the biggest procrastinator you will find and that isn't good. But at least I realize it and am working to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am GOING to have a schedule and stick with it! Yes, I know that there has to be some give and take on it since we do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;. That doesn't mean that it has to happen often and whenever I think I need an excuse to just be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first weeks in January have been hairy. I will say that with the holidays and all the family being at my house has been part of it. I was ready to pull my hair out and scream like a maniac just looking around at the clutter and mess. I made a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; a few years ago that I wouldn't continue screaming at the top of my lungs to get the kids to do their chores or whatever it was that I told them to do. I am ashamed to confess...it happened... too much for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So changes are coming in the Wilson house. Good ones. Yes there will be trial and error, maybe too many for my liking, but it will happen. I know not to set my expectations too high because it will not happen over night. There will be many tears and tantrums on both sides. So, feel free to ask how it is going. You may want to wait a month or more so you don't get you head bit off. *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5921120209873708552?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5921120209873708552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5921120209873708552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5921120209873708552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5921120209873708552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/making-changes.html' title='Making changes'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4291211166596578321</id><published>2010-01-11T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:58:15.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you soon sister</title><content type='html'>Saturday was the one year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; of Gwen's passing. She was a wonderful caring person who wanted to take care of everyone. Sometimes neglecting herself. She was taken from this earth earlier than all of us wanted but God has given us a peace that passes all understanding. She is missed tremendously but we know that one day we will meet up with her again and rejoice in our Saviors love for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had a picture of her to post so that you all could see what a beautiful person she was not only on the inside. She had a smile that would lite up her face and make you smile too. We love her dearly and would liked to have her here for our own selfishness but know that there were reasons beyond us that her life was shorter that we wanted. May you rest in peace sister and we will see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4291211166596578321?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4291211166596578321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4291211166596578321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4291211166596578321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4291211166596578321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2010/01/see-you-soon-sister.html' title='see you soon sister'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3206879947870809004</id><published>2009-12-19T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:24:37.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a ray of sunshine</title><content type='html'>I decided I better do this now or it might be a day late. Then I would never hear the end of it from Morgan. My sweet sunshine is 13 years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy with her was uneventful but the delivery was a whirlwind and very quick. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; thinking that we had plenty of time before she arrived. Morgan had other thoughts. A total of 4 and a half hours after the first contraction, she was here. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair and blue eyes looking just like her daddy. She was crying and the nurse bundled her up and gave her to me. She wiggled her hand out of the blanket and gave me a smack on the cheek. I passed her along to Todd and she immediately quit crying. That was it....daddy's girl all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has gone by far too fast for me. My baby is a teenager now. What a beautiful young lady she is turning into. Embracing her title as first born oldest sister of 4. I really have no clue how I would get by without her. She is my sunshine. We nicknamed her that after she was born because her hair was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, you couldn't tell that she had any. But that name means so much more now. Our ray of sunshine that is forever there. Our true gift from God, on lone to raise into a godly woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, baby!! We love you so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3206879947870809004?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3206879947870809004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3206879947870809004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3206879947870809004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3206879947870809004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/ray-of-sunshine.html' title='a ray of sunshine'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1489316896980419088</id><published>2009-12-02T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:38:18.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will worship while I'm waiting</title><content type='html'>I love that song. It is one that makes me want to raise my hands in worship and belt out as loud as I can and praise the holy One. If you know me....I don't call attention to myself and can't carry a tune. But I'll tell you a secret, I turn up the radio in the car and belt it out with that one. Sorry kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rough road these past 2 years. Well, actually for many years it has but these past few have been a humdinger. I won't go into all the sob stories and be a Debbie Downer because if I let myself I can really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wallow&lt;/span&gt; in my self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to do that. I want to worship my Savior and thank Him for all of the roads I have gone down and am still walking on. I want to keep my eyes on Him and Him alone. I know that He is with me always and that He is teaching me so many things if I just keep my mouth shut and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can look back and see the changes that have taken place...for better. I can honestly say that I am thankful for the many struggles I have gone through. I see the changes in myself, my husband, and my marriage. I feel my faith growing and my focus in the right direction. Don't get me wrong, I still have a ways to go. But I will worship while I am waiting for my savior to continue His work in me. I will worship and praise Him when our finances aren't enough, when my marriage can't take another blow, my kids are screaming and not doing what is asked, when the drama seems too much, or it's just one of those days that you just want to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give thanks when all of our bills are paid and we have $3 in the bank. I will give thanks when Todd and I have an hour of quiet time together when the kids are tucked into bed. I will jump for joy when the kids are sitting at the table helping one another with school work. I will worship because I know that God is never leaving me. He will never give me more than I can handle. He is molding me to the person I am meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am human, and my faith will stumble. I will crumble under pressure at times....OK a lot of times. But He loves me still and will help me get back on track if I only ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the time and work you are putting into me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1489316896980419088?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1489316896980419088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1489316896980419088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1489316896980419088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1489316896980419088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-worship-while-im-waiting.html' title='I will worship while I&apos;m waiting'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3174846155085254904</id><published>2009-10-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:42:15.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>double belssings</title><content type='html'>In less than an hour will be when 2 of my 4 blessings came into this world. I can look back now and breathe a huge sigh of relief and see the wonder and awe of our precious heavenly father at work. Though it was a difficult pregnancy with emotional, physical and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; stress, it was worth every moment. Those two wanted to enter this world at 24 weeks and it took every thing we could possibly do to keep them in that cozy uterus for as long as we did.(almost 36 weeks) But only by the grace and mercy of God do we have 2 healthy, happy, loving, beautiful, thoughtful, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rambunctous&lt;/span&gt;, bickering, tattling, comforting, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cootie&lt;/span&gt; avoiding, booger picking, obnoxious talking, sweet, endearing, compassionate, and God loving twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Payton are so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; to us. When we planned on just one more to add to our family, God blessed us with double the blessing. We can't imagine our life without them. They each bring something different to our family. Unique in their own way, but sharing a bond only they understand. I pray that they will always feel that way toward one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Jacob! Happy Birthday, Payton! Happy Birthday, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;twinkies&lt;/span&gt;! We love you so much and think you two are the coolest 6 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; we know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3174846155085254904?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3174846155085254904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3174846155085254904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3174846155085254904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3174846155085254904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/10/double-belssings.html' title='double belssings'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-843109898389769349</id><published>2009-09-14T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:44:42.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>discovery toy party</title><content type='html'>Hi all. You are more than likely tired of hearing about Discovery toys, but if I want to sale I gotta get my info out there. I am having a party at my house on Saturday Sept 19 at 3 pm. If you are interested in attending and didn't get an invite in the mail, leave me a post and I will get back with you on directions. Would love for you to come. If you can't make it, you can host a party yourself with my help. Depending on the amount of money your party makes, you can earn FREE toys or half off. And if someone at your party signs up to host a party...more goodies for you. OK, that wasn't so bad was it. I kept it short and sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-843109898389769349?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/843109898389769349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=843109898389769349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/843109898389769349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/843109898389769349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/09/discovery-toy-party.html' title='discovery toy party'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2609827983101192853</id><published>2009-08-27T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:37:38.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another first</title><content type='html'>OK, some of you have all ready heard about this but I've been busy and haven't been blogging lately. Better late than never. And I am a bit embarrassed to spill the beans on this one. You may think I am a horrible mother that doesn't watch her child close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is about my adorable, funny, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt;, sneaky, 2 and a half year old daughter Addison. It was probably a Saturday afternoon. We're all being lazy. Todd gave Addison a donut and she sits down in front of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy her treat. At some point I hear &lt;em&gt;crunching&lt;/em&gt;. It is coming from 'the one I don't put any thing past any more'. I ask her what she is eating. She turns to me and opens her mouth. I don't see anything. We both go about our business. I hear the &lt;em&gt;crunching&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you have in your mouth?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd, " I gave her a donut."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" NO that can't be, she's &lt;em&gt;crunching&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by this point she is hiding something behind her back. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AAAHAA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I get it away from her and let out an " oh no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd asks what is it. He had to tell me the specific name because I had no idea. All I knew was that they normally put it in packaging and it specifically says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT EAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Silica Gel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go on line and get poison &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;controls&lt;/span&gt; number. Never had to call them before and our oldest will be 13 in December. So I get a really nice man and tell him the situation. He tells me that it is &lt;strong&gt;NONTOXIC&lt;/strong&gt;....thank you Jesus...and to rinse her mouth out (all ready did) and give her some juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bracing myself for the next event that will add to my grey hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-2609827983101192853?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2609827983101192853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2609827983101192853&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2609827983101192853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2609827983101192853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-first.html' title='another first'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-263216673523554795</id><published>2009-07-03T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:54:42.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blurbs from the princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sk7R3FuqqYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G2hRL-7Re4Y/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354447751351019906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sk7R3FuqqYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G2hRL-7Re4Y/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; **This picture has nothing to do with the post but it is one of my favorites**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little girl handed down 2 bathing suits to Payton that she will be able to wear next year. But my princess loves clothes and is determined to wear the one that looks like Morgan's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, my body has been hurting. Can I try on my bathing suit because I've had growing pains."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my 5 year old who is going on 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-263216673523554795?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/263216673523554795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=263216673523554795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/263216673523554795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/263216673523554795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/07/blurbs-from-princess.html' title='blurbs from the princess'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sk7R3FuqqYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/G2hRL-7Re4Y/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5036106500234673628</id><published>2009-06-28T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:24:59.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ER trip???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJOG9AcTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/c8JunV_ztvE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538295119147314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJOG9AcTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/c8JunV_ztvE/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJN5EgneI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vSevvmtFj-A/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538291392519650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJN5EgneI/AAAAAAAAAUU/vSevvmtFj-A/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJNs7eKEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sS4UVuujmyI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538288133384258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJNs7eKEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/sS4UVuujmyI/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJNW_MWXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Dqj-StfcO1A/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538282243414386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJNW_MWXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Dqj-StfcO1A/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK, this is the first for Todd and I with any of our kids. And leave it up to Addison to be the one to do it. I don't know if you can tell in the pictures but those two teeny tiny objects are plastic, flower beads for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bracelets&lt;/span&gt;. I was out in the garage and Todd was inside with all four kiddos. When I returned I noticed Addie playing with something, picking at her ear...laughing. So after a second or two I asked her what she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ear mommy." was her reply. So if you know my youngest child you'd know why I automatically went into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SEMi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;panick&lt;/span&gt; mode. I look in her ear and see one of those beads. Great!! We inform Daddy of the situation and I get to work on figuring out how to remove the object. It is barely inside the canal but not easy to get. I am unable to retrieve it so Daddy tries. He is able to get it and figures he's done....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; wants to make sure Addie didn't put more in there. She tells me that yes, in fact, there is another bead. OK, this one might not be as easy to get because she shoved it more down to make room for the last one. I'm thinking we need to go to the ER so they can get it out. Daddy, the calmer one says no he can get it......if the 2 year old can only sit still long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, daddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;get's&lt;/span&gt; it lose and out. Thank you, Lord! Now I decide to REALLY look inside those tiny ears to make sure there isn't any thing else. NO, that's it....... until next time. Praying this is the last time.&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/1846518272140277559-5036106500234673628?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5036106500234673628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5036106500234673628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5036106500234673628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5036106500234673628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/er-trip.html' title='ER trip???'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SkgJOG9AcTI/AAAAAAAAAUc/c8JunV_ztvE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1439812776683234815</id><published>2009-06-23T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:01:03.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sign of healing</title><content type='html'>about a month ago we planted a rose garden in Gwen's memory. It is still a work in progress but we have 5 bushes and some big rocks bordering it. We have a cross with a scripture on it. Can't recall right now what it is..I'll post it later. We made a marker out of plaster of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; with her name on it. We want it to be a place where Krysta and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; can go and just think about and remember their mom. Some where the kids and whoever else wants to go and maybe get a little peace from all that has gone on. Have some quiet time with the Lord and just rest in His knowledge of being together with Gwen one day. Mom called earlier and said that 2 of the rose bushes have blooms on them. It is a reminder that life goes on and there will be healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we get some more done with garden I will post some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1439812776683234815?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1439812776683234815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1439812776683234815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1439812776683234815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1439812776683234815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/sign-of-healing.html' title='a sign of healing'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1592539999351014255</id><published>2009-06-07T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:25:52.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that girl!!</title><content type='html'>As I sit here checking my e-mail and catching up on blogs, J and A are eating lunch. J finishes his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hot pocket&lt;/span&gt; and is enjoying his treat of gummy snacks. A hasn't ate one bite and isn't very happy that she isn't getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt;. I told her that she had to at least eat a piece of her lunch before she gets them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her response, " I not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot pockets&lt;/span&gt;. I NOT happy with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't resist posting that. My daughter is going to turn the rest of my hair grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while she is laying on the floor saying, " I don't want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hot pockets&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt;! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrible two's have arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1592539999351014255?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1592539999351014255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1592539999351014255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1592539999351014255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1592539999351014255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-girl.html' title='that girl!!'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5971327755498340698</id><published>2009-06-02T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:00:27.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my nephew, Erinn</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday my nephew, Erinn, graduated from high school. I was only 15 when he was born so you could say we grew up together. We had so much fun and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is an awesome young man and I am so very proud of him. He loves the Lord and only wants to follow Him. He has decided to go into the ministry teaching children. That is his calling and I know that God is truly going to bless Erinn. I can't say too many good things about him. So many people love him and just want to see him succeed in life. Erinn is going far in this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Erinn. God bless you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5971327755498340698?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5971327755498340698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5971327755498340698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5971327755498340698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5971327755498340698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-nephew-erinn.html' title='my nephew, Erinn'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1868108015546990865</id><published>2009-05-28T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:18:53.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>addison's blurbs</title><content type='html'>Blurb#1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me," Addison, help pick up the toys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison," No thanks. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurb #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me," That's it. you aren't listening. it's time for a nap. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt; in corner."  (time out in the corner instead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked to be put in the corner. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1868108015546990865?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1868108015546990865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1868108015546990865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1868108015546990865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1868108015546990865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/addisons-blurbs.html' title='addison&apos;s blurbs'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5593458959387793472</id><published>2009-05-25T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:35:23.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he is so brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jacob&lt;/span&gt; has done an awesome job being around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chasey&lt;/span&gt;. she was inside most of the day. Jacob had his blanket on the floor an&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;d shared&lt;/span&gt; it with the dog. he even leaned down next to her and petted her. we took mo and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;krysta&lt;/span&gt; to the movies. on the way back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jacob&lt;/span&gt; said that he thought that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chasey&lt;/span&gt; missed us. it has taken 5 years and many months...but he finally got over his fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5593458959387793472?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5593458959387793472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5593458959387793472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5593458959387793472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5593458959387793472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-is-so-brave.html' title='he is so brave'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4977375992609953640</id><published>2009-05-25T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:22:41.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a brake through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/ShpVJx-L5YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/w5RVRiH6WHY/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339673934722491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/ShpVJx-L5YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/w5RVRiH6WHY/s200/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know my son, you know how much he is afraid of our dog, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chasey&lt;/span&gt;. She has been in our family since way before he was born. She is a black lab/grey hound mix. She is still on the hyper side even though she is around 8 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She pretty much has to stay outside when Jacob is inside. He screams if he comes across her. Very dramatic reactions toward the poor dog who only wants to kiss him and be petted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a brake through. Todd let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chasey&lt;/span&gt; in when Jacob was. J stayed on the couch for a while but didn't cry or scream. After a bit, he even got down and walked near her but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leery&lt;/span&gt;. By the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; or 3rd hour J actually tried to pet her. Todd held onto her and J did pet her. He was comfortable with her being near him. Yeah. You can imagine what a huge step that is for my baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before he went to bed we had this conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Mom, I might forget in the morning that I am OK being around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chasey&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Jacob, I think you are going to do just fine. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todd and I made sure to tell him how proud we are of how brave he was today. That made him smile. I think he is proud of himself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4977375992609953640?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4977375992609953640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4977375992609953640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4977375992609953640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4977375992609953640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/brake-through.html' title='a brake through'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/ShpVJx-L5YI/AAAAAAAAAT8/w5RVRiH6WHY/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4830012849052453871</id><published>2009-05-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:12:24.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have them too aunt lindsay</title><content type='html'>Aunt Lindsay posted about having a birds nest and now baby birds in a fern plant. Well, not too many days after that, we found a nest in our hanging plant on our porch too. Todd checked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; because I kept hearing chirping and wanted to know if they had hatched. He said that there are about 4 or 5 babies in there. I haven't been able to get a picture because it is up too high and I don't want to disturb them. Mama might not like that too much. So, Aunt Lindsay, we just wanted you to know that we have baby birds too. How are yours doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4830012849052453871?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4830012849052453871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4830012849052453871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4830012849052453871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4830012849052453871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-them-too-aunt-lindsay.html' title='we have them too aunt lindsay'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1883791803303835644</id><published>2009-05-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:17:35.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scarred for life?</title><content type='html'>This morning the only 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cups clean were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aerial&lt;/span&gt; and princess. Addison picked the princess and I called Jacob to come get his. He likes to have a spill proof cup so he can take it outside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dinning room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once he saw it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arial&lt;/span&gt; this is what I heard. "I don't want that one." stomping his foot with a scowl on his face. "This is the only other cup and if you are thirsty, you'll drink out of it." (such a horrible mommy) "It's TOO GIRLIE, I don't want it!" he says as he storms away with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aerial&lt;/span&gt; cup in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scar&lt;/span&gt; my only son for life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1883791803303835644?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1883791803303835644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1883791803303835644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1883791803303835644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1883791803303835644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/scarred-for-life.html' title='scarred for life?'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4229727678875163379</id><published>2009-05-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:48:16.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/ShAvbwlsWXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0fzUVLc4O1c/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336817712380008818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/ShAvbwlsWXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0fzUVLc4O1c/s200/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my man and the love of my life. Yes, it sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheesey&lt;/span&gt; but it is true. This man chose me to be his wife 12 years ago TODAY. God had it planned from the beginning, it was no surprise to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;" life is exciting, fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, unpredictable, stressful but full of love. Todd is my rock, sound mind when I think I am about to go crazy, companion, comforter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aggravater&lt;/span&gt;, teaser, provider, the best dad to my kids and most of all best friend. We have grown up together and have made it through lots of trials and it has only made us and our marriage stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babe,I can't imagine my life without you. I love you and here is to another 12 years together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary, Todd!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4229727678875163379?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4229727678875163379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4229727678875163379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4229727678875163379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4229727678875163379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet.html' title='meet....'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/ShAvbwlsWXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/0fzUVLc4O1c/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-603150117107427450</id><published>2009-05-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:59:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodlooking boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsJ8vezYbI/AAAAAAAAATs/UPzhO0dO554/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335369122692948402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsJ8vezYbI/AAAAAAAAATs/UPzhO0dO554/s200/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the men in our lives. Are they goodlookin' or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-603150117107427450?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/603150117107427450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=603150117107427450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/603150117107427450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/603150117107427450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodlooking-boys.html' title='goodlooking boys'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsJ8vezYbI/AAAAAAAAATs/UPzhO0dO554/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6377480348785721685</id><published>2009-05-13T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:55:20.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help but chuckle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsJXyEhjfI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rj6Ss0QWiIk/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335368487732874738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsJXyEhjfI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rj6Ss0QWiIk/s200/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile every time I look at this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6377480348785721685?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6377480348785721685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6377480348785721685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6377480348785721685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6377480348785721685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-help-but-chuckle.html' title='can&apos;t help but chuckle'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsJXyEhjfI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rj6Ss0QWiIk/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3077192299034553274</id><published>2009-05-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:52:35.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsIb_NOl4I/AAAAAAAAATc/azpY97KNzro/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335367460466890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsIb_NOl4I/AAAAAAAAATc/azpY97KNzro/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy let me take some pictures of him an&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;d the&lt;/span&gt; kids last weekend. This is one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav's&lt;/span&gt; because Addison doesn't just give kisses away. This time it was her idea and the word kiss wasn't even mentioned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3077192299034553274?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3077192299034553274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3077192299034553274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3077192299034553274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3077192299034553274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/daddy-let-me-take-some-pictures-of-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SgsIb_NOl4I/AAAAAAAAATc/azpY97KNzro/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5896595376495649303</id><published>2009-05-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:45:11.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmm........</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night we went out to dinner at Macaroni grill for an early Mother's day celebration. Afterwards Todd surprised the kids with a trip to Sonic for dessert. What a treat! He pulled into the parking area and asked if they wanted a burger and Jacob looked at him like he was crazy. "Dad, I'm not hungry!" Kids fall for the silliest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we are laughing and talking about how yummy their ice cream was...except Payton. Todd looks in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rear view&lt;/span&gt; mirror and asks her how her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;root beer&lt;/span&gt; float was.Silence....then "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMMMMmmmm&lt;/span&gt;!" and that was it. We cracked up because she wasn't going to take one second away from her treat to answer. Normally she is the most talkative one out of the bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5896595376495649303?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5896595376495649303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5896595376495649303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5896595376495649303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5896595376495649303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmmmmm.html' title='mmmmmm........'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1481922580611230425</id><published>2009-05-06T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:07:40.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Where is she? I know I have a daughter with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair, hazel eyes, about 5 feet, 90 pounds and is 12 years old. She goes by the name "Mo". I haven't seen her since Friday afternoon. Heard her voice on the phone when I was talking to Nanny....but haven't had a conversation with her. If you see or hear from her, would you point her in my direction. Please. I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1481922580611230425?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1481922580611230425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1481922580611230425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1481922580611230425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1481922580611230425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2497332956231719775</id><published>2009-05-04T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:51:23.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mary, mary quite contrary.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeuC0iQI/AAAAAAAAATE/q6uqHdMaW00/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332057977399838978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeuC0iQI/AAAAAAAAATE/q6uqHdMaW00/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeTpybII/AAAAAAAAAS8/UW_PQ17rw10/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332057970315521154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeTpybII/AAAAAAAAAS8/UW_PQ17rw10/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeCdmT_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/S3V9AGe5ehM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332057965700993010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeCdmT_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/S3V9AGe5ehM/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch our garden grow. Well hopefully. This is what we started a month or two ago and this is the "fruits of our labor". This is our first year to start one. We decided to go small just it case it doesn't grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far it is doing pretty good and we will be excited if it actually produces some vegetables. If we can only keep the pesky dog out of it. We have put up a "fence" to block off the area and she keeps digging under it or jumps on it to go over. I finally caught her and "scolded" her. Like that is going to help. Any suggestions on how to keep a stubborn dog out of your garden?&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/1846518272140277559-2497332956231719775?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2497332956231719775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2497332956231719775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2497332956231719775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2497332956231719775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/mary-mary-quite-contrary.html' title='mary, mary quite contrary.....'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sf9GeuC0iQI/AAAAAAAAATE/q6uqHdMaW00/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-405278219825874824</id><published>2009-05-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:31:41.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-623a9976bca0c8bc" 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href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/405278219825874824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=405278219825874824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/405278219825874824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/405278219825874824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/gettin-creative.html' title='gettin creative'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8113413285456460780</id><published>2009-05-03T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:25:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love it. Just 10 seconds ago I am logging in my points on the WW website. Addison comes over to me and says,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I'm thirsty mommy. I want othin' to dink. Get off the computer. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Either I am on this thing too much or my youngest is getting too bossy. What do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8113413285456460780?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8113413285456460780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8113413285456460780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8113413285456460780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8113413285456460780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-much.html' title='too much'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-539855425184291206</id><published>2009-04-28T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:20:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week #2</title><content type='html'>Today was my second week on weight watchers. It has been a week in a funk with Payton getting over an ear infection, Addison trying to get sick and all of this crummy rain. So I wasn't on track like I should have been. I didn't work out but maybe once and didn't drink all my water like I should have. But I did stay on track with my points....at least I did something right. Well, weigh in was today and I really didn't want to get on the scale. Holding my breath, I stepped on and I am down 2.5 more pounds. Not exciting but I can't complain it is a lose. I really thought that I hadn't lost any. So, I am getting back on schedule with my workouts and hydrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to get my prebab(ies) body back after way too many years. I know that won't happen because I was 115 when I got pregnant with Mo. It has been over 12 years and I ain't no spring chicken any more. Plus pregnancy does some mean things to a woman's body....and age...not to mention gravity*grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not expecting miracles, just a healthy mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my closest friends was going to ask if I was sick because I had lost a little. I told her "yes, I am sick. Sick of being overweight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-539855425184291206?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/539855425184291206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=539855425184291206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/539855425184291206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/539855425184291206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-2.html' title='week #2'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8346773563280039799</id><published>2009-04-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:06:14.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got this as an e-mail</title><content type='html'>THE TEACHER APPLICANT ---------THIS IS A GOOD ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being interviewed by the school administration, the teaching prospect said, "Let me see if I've got this right: You want me to... go into that room with all those kids,&lt;br /&gt;1. correct their disruptive behavior,&lt;br /&gt;2. observe them for signs of abuse,&lt;br /&gt;3. monitor their dress habits,&lt;br /&gt;4. censor their T-shirt messages,&lt;br /&gt;5. and instill in them a love for learning.&lt;br /&gt;6 - check their backpacks for weapons,&lt;br /&gt;7 - wage war on drugs and sexually transmitted diseases, and&lt;br /&gt;8 - raise their sense of self esteem and personal pride.&lt;br /&gt;9 - teach them patriotism and good citizenship, sportsmanship andfair play, and&lt;br /&gt;10 - how to register to vote,&lt;br /&gt;11 - balance a checkbook, and&lt;br /&gt;12 - apply for a job.&lt;br /&gt;13 - check their heads for lice,&lt;br /&gt;14 - recognize signs of anti-social behavior, and&lt;br /&gt;1 5 - make sure that they all pass the state exams.&lt;br /&gt;16 - provide them with an equal education regardless of theirhandicaps, and&lt;br /&gt;17 - communicate regularly with their parents in English and Spanishby letter, telephone, conferences, email, homework hotline, web page,midterm newsletters, and report card.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to do all this with a piece of chalk, a blackboard, abulletin board, a few books, a big smile, and a starting salary that qualifies me for food stamps.&lt;br /&gt;You want me to do all this and then you tell me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I CAN'T PRAY?" Are you nuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8346773563280039799?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8346773563280039799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8346773563280039799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8346773563280039799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8346773563280039799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-this-as-e-mail.html' title='I got this as an e-mail'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8694175651867382671</id><published>2009-04-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:05:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little success</title><content type='html'>A month ago I decided enough was enough. I have been over weight since the twins were born....5 YEARS ago. So, I joined the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FLC&lt;/span&gt; at church and have been working out about 3 to 4 days a week since. Nothing was really changing because I wasn't watching my calories. I joined weight watchers last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; and have been watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; point intake as well as doing my p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ilates&lt;/span&gt; or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FLC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my weigh in day and I was excited to see that I have lost 5.5 lbs in one week. YEAH!! I am very encouraged and pray that I can keep on this road to success. I really need to lose the pounds and get in good health. I have no energy to keep up with the kiddos. I have it in for me because Addi is a ball of fire taking off when you least expect it. Just wanted to share how excited I am to make some progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8694175651867382671?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8694175651867382671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8694175651867382671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8694175651867382671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8694175651867382671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-success.html' title='a little success'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-73784736163873912</id><published>2009-04-19T16:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:24:34.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuddlin' with my daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeutxfsvGiI/AAAAAAAAASs/KoRIHP2VlAI/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326542050130074146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeutxfsvGiI/AAAAAAAAASs/KoRIHP2VlAI/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Payton hasn't been feeling well. I am sure she has a double ear infection. Hopefully I can get her in to see the doctor tomorrow. Well, here she is snuggling with her Daddy earlier today. They both look pretty comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Payton has an ear infection in one ear. She is on antibiotics and antihistamine. Poor baby can't hear well and we have to literally holler at her so she can hear us. Today she is feeling better.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-73784736163873912?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/73784736163873912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=73784736163873912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/73784736163873912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/73784736163873912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuddlin-with-my-daddy.html' title='cuddlin&apos; with my daddy'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeutxfsvGiI/AAAAAAAAASs/KoRIHP2VlAI/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1518318622905387734</id><published>2009-04-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:08:48.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peek a boo...i see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Seag_cCIbOI/AAAAAAAAASk/-NQifSzOM-Y/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325120621129526498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Seag_cCIbOI/AAAAAAAAASk/-NQifSzOM-Y/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playin' with daddy? couldn't resist sharing. she keeps us laughin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1518318622905387734?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1518318622905387734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1518318622905387734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1518318622905387734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1518318622905387734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/peek-booi-see-you.html' title='peek a boo...i see you'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Seag_cCIbOI/AAAAAAAAASk/-NQifSzOM-Y/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7876153182386122152</id><published>2009-04-14T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:03:45.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBkK8rpNI/AAAAAAAAASc/wCf4Q2Lk8cc/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593486617093330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBkK8rpNI/AAAAAAAAASc/wCf4Q2Lk8cc/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjxFCteI/AAAAAAAAASU/KKwBxY30RdU/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593479672837602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjxFCteI/AAAAAAAAASU/KKwBxY30RdU/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjgY1gMI/AAAAAAAAASM/AsgZf99uQZ4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593475192455362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjgY1gMI/AAAAAAAAASM/AsgZf99uQZ4/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjbTcX7I/AAAAAAAAASE/BjnhaCw0IrM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593473827659698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjbTcX7I/AAAAAAAAASE/BjnhaCw0IrM/s200/003.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjISKsbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EsPskhFfiG8/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324593468722033074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBjISKsbI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EsPskhFfiG8/s200/002.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;Hope everyone had a great Easter. We spent it with Susan and Garry. Attended church, got caught in the down pour of rain,ate a yummy brunch, thankful the sun came out, hunted eggs, Daddy snoozed on the couch, came home, made the kids rest, never dyed the eggs(oops), ate dinner, and Daddy went to work. It felt rushed, but very nice to remember the true meaning of the love Jesus showed and continues to show us daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am disappointed I didn't get better pictures. I hope S and G did better. Here is what I could salvage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-7876153182386122152?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7876153182386122152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7876153182386122152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7876153182386122152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7876153182386122152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='pictures.....'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SeTBkK8rpNI/AAAAAAAAASc/wCf4Q2Lk8cc/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1298287955168851653</id><published>2009-04-10T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:03:40.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dating all over again</title><content type='html'>Todd and I have been together over 13 years now. So ,you know, the spark is pretty much a fizzle. After 4 kids there isn't much time for romance or couple time. We really didn't put forth an effort to turn off the parenting and focus on husband and wife time. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; was stalled and uneventful. Don't get me wrong, we love each other but we were stuck in a rut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided that we need more communication of what each others' needs are. We are talking more and putting forth the effort for each other. Making sure the other feels important and spending more time together. It's like we are dating again. We did have dinner and a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; last weekend...alone. I know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; isn't that romantic but it was nice to just be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan and I went shopping this morning and Todd kept the kids. Thanks Susan for taking me and being my fashion consultant. My hubby is making sure that he takes the kiddos for me every once in a while so that I can unwind. After I got home my nephew returned Todd's call to confirm babysitting tonight. Wow, 2 weekend nights in a row. How did I deserve that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get some house work done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; my "hot" date tonight. Anybody jealous?*grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1298287955168851653?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1298287955168851653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1298287955168851653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1298287955168851653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1298287955168851653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-all-over-again.html' title='dating all over again'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3133615412951490459</id><published>2009-04-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:16:16.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sdg9vPJQiYI/AAAAAAAAARM/sH0G1i9gMnY/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321070841466751362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sdg9vPJQiYI/AAAAAAAAARM/sH0G1i9gMnY/s200/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one picture from our photo shoot. I like it....... The only thing missing is Todd. We'll get one soon with all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3133615412951490459?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3133615412951490459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3133615412951490459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3133615412951490459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3133615412951490459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-tried.html' title='we tried'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/Sdg9vPJQiYI/AAAAAAAAARM/sH0G1i9gMnY/s72-c/135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1151986741592316850</id><published>2009-04-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:17:14.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little hot tamale</title><content type='html'>Todd loves hot sauce. The hotter the better he says. I bought him some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cholula&lt;/span&gt; and one he had never tried before called Yucatan made with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habanero&lt;/span&gt; peppers. Yeah, can you say burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, little miss Addison decides to try them both. She managed to get the bottles off the counter and the lids off. I noticed that she wasn't where I could see her. I call her name and she has the Yucatan in her hand, the evidence around her mouth, drool coming down her chin. I ask her what she did. She says, "I try it." Mind you there are NO tears or screaming hot. She actually liked it. I guess she takes after her Daddy on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to post a picture of her face.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1151986741592316850?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1151986741592316850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1151986741592316850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1151986741592316850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1151986741592316850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-little-hot-tamale.html' title='my little hot tamale'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7564984523146698333</id><published>2009-04-03T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T17:09:45.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little....or big..... push</title><content type='html'>*I forgot to post about the most exciting part of our day. After parking at the mall for our play date, I was talking to one of the other moms while she got her kids out of her car. Took about 5 minutes. As we started walking I looked over at the van and I had a flat tire. I mean it was dead. No hope for fix a flat....so my wonderful hubby who was just about to go to sleep since he works the 3rd shift. Drove 20 minutes to change my tire. What a man!!! I did pay attention so that I can change it if it ever happens again. I'll pray it doesn't. So after our fun time playing, we went to Discount Tire where I was told it could not be patched because a razor sliced it open.(how did that happen?) $26.00 and a new tire later, we are blessed.* added later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sports program for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that meet twice a month. Morgan has only been&lt;br /&gt;twice, today being one of the times. She enjoyed it so much the first time and couldn't wait to go back. She had met 2 or 3 girls that she had hit it off with. Yesterday she couldn't wait to go to see one girl in particular. Well, this morning it was completely different. She complained and didn't want to go. I usually give in and say OK but not this morning. (I am working on that.....give me some time.) I put my foot down and gave a push(not literally) and told her she WAS going. Of course then I got the attitude which seems to be a lot lately since she is a "preteen". Oh the hormones, but that is a another post all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I take her into the building and she is still really not wanting to be there. Being standoff-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, looking uncomfortable, looking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; face. A smile appears of recognition, the little girl she wanted to see was there. Yeah. But she still wasn't participating like she normally does in sports. My athletic daughter didn't want to play. Well, the younger kids and I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; with 2 other moms and their kids so I left. When I came back to get Mo, she introduced me to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; and asked if she could go hangout at her house for a little while. Double yeah!! So she is at her house right now. I know that she is having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am realizing that I do have to give a push every once in a while or she is going to miss out on some thing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-7564984523146698333?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7564984523146698333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7564984523146698333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7564984523146698333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7564984523146698333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/04/littleor-big-push.html' title='a little....or big..... push'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5999829349712438782</id><published>2009-03-29T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:00:23.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't it be easy</title><content type='html'>Today was a beautiful day so the kids and I enjoyed being outside. I was able to get some good pictures of us but can't download them on our new computer. Our camera is no longer compatible with our "operating system". Wouldn't you know it. Todd told me to take the picture disk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walgreens&lt;/span&gt; and get them put on a disk. Then down load them on our computer to post on here. Seems like a lot for this very impatient person. Our world is way to advanced in technology for me to have to do all that WORK.*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is was a gorgeous day to be outside. The kids road their bikes, played basketball, gave each other rides in the wagon. Todd put some pork burgers on the grill and we made total pigs of ourselves. We had a nice time. Addison went down early because we skipped her nap and by 7 she was having meltdowns right and left. I laid her in her bed, gave her her puppy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; and we didn't hear a peep out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down...3 to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5999829349712438782?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5999829349712438782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5999829349712438782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5999829349712438782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5999829349712438782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-cant-it-be-easy.html' title='why can&apos;t it be easy'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3793196565964286327</id><published>2009-03-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:43:31.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new toy</title><content type='html'>Todd bought us a new computer yesterday. We needed one BAD. Our other one crashed a few months back. My dad is a computer whiz and had a go at it. I am not a technical person so don't ask me what was the problem. Needless to say he was able to retrieve my pictures and Todd's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; etc. You know, all of the things we can't live without.*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we still have some income tax money left, we decided to splurge on a new one. Now we are fighting over who gets to play on it and figure every thing out. I am going to take some pictures and see what kind of program is on here. I have been lacking in posting recent pictures of all of us. So stay tuned and we'll see how well the kids  and Todd cooperate. And if I can take a decent picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3793196565964286327?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3793196565964286327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3793196565964286327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3793196565964286327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3793196565964286327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-toy.html' title='new toy'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6412219435663919790</id><published>2009-03-26T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:58:22.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neglected</title><content type='html'>Yes, I realize I have neglected this blog. I don't think it minds and it isn't like we have an exciting life around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the pictures I have posted and realize I need to put new ones up. My kids are changing daily and it is hard to believe. Susan and Garry wanted to spend some time with them the other evening. When they returned home, Todd and I thought that Addison's features were different. I know it sounds crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are potty training "queen A" and not pushing the issue. If she wants to try when we ask, great, if not that is OK too. I guess after 3 kids before her I am not so much in a hurry with the baby. Morgan and Payton were trained right when they turned 2. Jacob was a late bloomer, he was 3. I was determined to potty train him before Addie arrived. I finally just put underware on him and told him that he would wear them. He maybe had 2 accidents. He was ready. Addie turned 2 in January so we will see how she does. She all ready thinks she is grown so she may not take long...then again she is pretty stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob has been a cuddler lately. I'm not complaining one bit. I am going to take al I can because one day he will not want to. I pray that that won't be for a long time. Every morning he wakes up and the first thing he does is come give me a big hug and say, "I love you." He is going to make some girl a wonderful, affectionate husband one day. Us girls are training him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payton is still the prissy, primping, princess. Try saying that fast 3 times. SHe is putting her hair up by herself now and does a pretty good job. SHe just got 2 bags of dresses and 1 bag of flip flops from a little girl my aunt knows. SHe has had to wear each outfit and shoe once before she wears any a second time. We are in for it when she gets to be Mo's age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo thinks that she is older than what she is. WHat is it about wanting to grow up so fast. She got really upset with me the other day when I called her a little girl. YOu would have thought I'd drop the floor out from under her. How dare I say that? SHe is awesome though. THe other day I went grocery shopping without her. I took the 3 younger ones and was stressed out more than normal. Mo helps so much. If I forget some thing on another aisle, she gets it for me so I don't have to back track. If someone needs to potty she takes them. That day it took me probably 30 minutes more than normal. I made sure to thank her for all that she does when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on. Todd is on 3rd shift at work. THat is difficult at times. But we manage and will continue to. We are blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray all is well with ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Lucy tell EMily we got the pictures the other day of her and Sav. Too CUTE. Miss you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6412219435663919790?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6412219435663919790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6412219435663919790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6412219435663919790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6412219435663919790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/neglected.html' title='neglected'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5182229173612433759</id><published>2009-03-01T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:39:07.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad has been home from the hospital for a few days now. I am not sure when because the days have been running together. He is doing really well. The doctors did several tests and procedures. He is on medication. He was at church today and looked really good. Thank you all for your prayers and comments. Our family appreciates knowing that so many people care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going to send a "shout out" to the Broyles family. Saturday was a struggle with emotions from different things going on in this crazy life. I here a truck pull up in front of our house. It is the UPS person with a package for us. Inside is a beautiful iron cross with a sweet note from our cousins giving some encouraging words after Gwen's passing. Yes, when I look at it I will remeber wonderful memories of my sister. Thank you so much for that specail gift. God always seems to know exactly what we need and when we need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5182229173612433759?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5182229173612433759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5182229173612433759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5182229173612433759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5182229173612433759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/03/dad-has-been-home-from-hospital-for-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6645767541285747154</id><published>2009-02-23T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:27:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too long</title><content type='html'>Our computer has a mind of it's own and hasn't let us do much of any thing on it for the past several months. I finally have a chance to touch base with those we haven't spoken to in the blog world. Have you missed us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has gone on. Christmas was great. We were blessed tremendously by loved ones and a family from church who had no clue who we were but knew my kids so well. Todd was hired at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; at the end of November and is doing wonderful. God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; knew what He was doing. When will we ever learn that. For years, I have prayed for this job.......God answered. Right now Todd is working the 3rd shift which is rough. He has to get used to staying up all night. After six months he can request a change if this doesn't work out for our family. We'll see. Right now we are just so glad that he is working at an awesome place with so many benefits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; is new to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo turned 12 on the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of December. She wanted a slumber party and invited 4 of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun watching and listening to 5 giggling, laughing, rowdy, LOUD preteens. They had a fabulous time. We told Mo that that was great because that would have to last her a few years. They stayed up high on sugar until about 3:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison turned 2 on January 17 and is definitely showing and acting her age. That little stinker knows how to work everyone for what she wants. Smiling and batting her eyes. She is quick too and into every thing. None of my other babies were as nosey. But she keeps us smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; loss in our family. My sister Gwen passed suddenly on January 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. She was 38 years old and has 2 kids. She was a wonderful, caring, loving, giving, smiling, protective...the list could go on and on....She is missed terribly by all of us. What gives me peace is that I know I will see her again. She is with our Father and that is the best place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is currently in the hospital. His heart is skipping a beat and they are running test after test. He has been there since last Thursday. He has a new doctor today so hopefully this one can find out what is going on and how it can be fixed. Please pray for him and my mom. They are under a lot(understatement) of pressure. The passing of my sister, taking care of her 2 kids, dad being in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;, the uncertainty of their finances.......they need peace and to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; to give it all to our Savior who knows all and can do all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all is well with everyone. God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6645767541285747154?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6645767541285747154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6645767541285747154&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6645767541285747154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6645767541285747154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-long.html' title='too long'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7599352911119916149</id><published>2008-11-30T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T09:12:59.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young to be starstruck</title><content type='html'>We had my family over at our house for Thanksgiving. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; got clothes with Hannah Montana on them. Addison, who is all of 23 months, went crazy saying," Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;onana&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does a baby know who Hannah Montana is?? Is that crazy or what!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-7599352911119916149?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7599352911119916149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7599352911119916149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7599352911119916149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7599352911119916149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-young-to-be-starstruck.html' title='Too young to be starstruck'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4411924726411789673</id><published>2008-11-25T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:34:36.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>If my camera's battery wasn't dead I would post a picture of Payton's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;artwork&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on her closet wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about your kids, but mine love to play in the closet. I went in there to hang up clothes and just happen to move a lid to a container. It was leaning on the wall. I found Addy written "&lt;em&gt;ABBY&lt;/em&gt;" and the beginning of "&lt;em&gt;PAY&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that Addison didn't do it because, let's face it, she isn't a prodigy....&lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. And Jacob just isn't into spelling right now. So, that only leaves one other person. One that loves to do classwork and &lt;em&gt;begs&lt;/em&gt; for more letters to write. How could I punish her for writing on the wall when she is so excited about how well she is doing on spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mo is doing school work, Payton wants to do hers. So I get all three of them settled at the table. Payton is excited and races through her letters. Asking for more. Jacob grumbles, trudging through the first page asking if he is done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my Mom is grinning as she reads this. It reminds her of a time when a certain little girl of hers engraved her name in the door of our old, blue van. Backwards L and Y so proud of spelling her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the saying goes....Like mother like daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4411924726411789673?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4411924726411789673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4411924726411789673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4411924726411789673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4411924726411789673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing.html' title='writing'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8154769538482456908</id><published>2008-11-25T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:05:04.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why do we have Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the most important thing about Christmas? What do we celebrate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P,"Santa brings us presents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**blushing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; as I type this**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but that isn't &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; we celebrate Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J"It's Jesus' birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is right. That is why we have Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J," When is God's birthday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jacob that is a great question......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain that one so a 5 year old can understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8154769538482456908?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8154769538482456908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8154769538482456908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8154769538482456908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8154769538482456908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-do-we-have-christmas-p-ummmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4378657716131938323</id><published>2008-11-20T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:52:56.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I still be Jacob?</title><content type='html'>J and I went to get our haircut the other day. Getting out of the car, J asks me, "Mom, when I grow up will I still be Jacob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will always be Jacob because that is your name. But when you're older you can be Jake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J said, "I'm not Jake. I don't like it. I'm Jacob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No identity crisis there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4378657716131938323?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4378657716131938323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4378657716131938323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4378657716131938323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4378657716131938323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-i-still-be-jacob.html' title='Will I still be Jacob?'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2190995965391322211</id><published>2008-11-20T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:38:18.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>progress</title><content type='html'>Todd got his paperwork yesterday from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt;. It looks like the ball is rolling now. He has to go through a few procedures before we know if he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; hired or not. Please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; praying about this job. We want T to get hired but only if it is right. He will be back in town tomorrow afternoon and will have to finish up the packet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BH&lt;/span&gt; sent. From there he has all the usual stuff that goes with any new job. I thank you all for your continued love, support and prayers for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-2190995965391322211?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2190995965391322211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2190995965391322211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2190995965391322211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2190995965391322211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/progress.html' title='progress'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8987936429810260462</id><published>2008-11-20T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:33:16.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my knees...</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of speaking to me this week, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; apologize for my crabby, sarcastic, rude, emotional and ugly behavior I have exhibited. You all did not deserve my snide remarks and I hope that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; are in a forgiving mood. So I am REALLY sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that when you are going through struggles your true colors come out. How faithful you truly are. I guess I have some major work to do on my self.......Like it is written, "God began doing a good work in you, and I am sure he will continue it until it is finished when Jesus Christ comes again." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Philippians&lt;/span&gt; 1:6 I have a devotional that has this prayer in it. I wanted to pass it along to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father, help us not to minimize our struggles; yet, at the same time, help us recognize that any struggle we have is small in comparison to the great God we serve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8987936429810260462?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8987936429810260462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8987936429810260462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8987936429810260462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8987936429810260462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-my-knees.html' title='on my knees...'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5788217062057502598</id><published>2008-11-15T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:15:30.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>struggles</title><content type='html'>****Forgive me if I am all over the place on this post.****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a rough few days here. It has been 2 months since T lost his job because of Ike. He has had 3 prospects and nothing has happened yet. We are still in the waiting game because he hasn't heard back from an interview he went on Tuesday. I think that is the worst part. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAITING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not knowing one way or another. You can't go forward because you don't know if something will come about . But you don't want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stand still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because you feel like you have to keep moving or you sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that God is trying to tell us some thing, teach us. He wants us to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in His word and presence. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and He will guide us through this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Him completely because T will get a job in His time not ours. It is hard when you're trying to obey but your flesh is telling you to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;control&lt;/span&gt;. When you know, you can't do it alone, without the Lord. And you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; in one ear working on every doubt, fear, struggle, worry, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt; going through your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are struggling. We want the quick fix, now. We want answers and just to get this over with and move on with our lives. But we know, without a doubt, we will miss out on the true blessings God has in store for our family. We will be stronger in faith and closer to our Lord and Savior when this battle is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard Beth Moore say, " Our problems may be above our heads' but they are below God's feet." I find rest in that, knowing that &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; is bigger than our God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5788217062057502598?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5788217062057502598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5788217062057502598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5788217062057502598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5788217062057502598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/struggles.html' title='struggles'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1769615944736002887</id><published>2008-11-12T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:44:05.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hi, all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Todd said that his interview went well. He is waiting on some paperwork, physical and drug test. So we should know by next week if he has the job or not. We have discussed it and both know that all of this is in God's hands and it doesn't help for us to stress out about the waiting game. If it is the one, that is great. If it isn't, we keep our faith that God's plan is better than ours'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Yesterday, I got a call for an interview. How funny is that? In the same week Todd does. It is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WalMart&lt;/span&gt; of all places. Todd says I live there so why not get paid for it. Friday I will talk with someone. We aren't sure how this will play out if we both get hired. All we know is that God is going to work it all out. We just have to sit back, relax, listen, seek Him, and rest in His peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;P had a "hat day" at school. We stopped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gpa's&lt;/span&gt; house last night to borrow one of great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gma's&lt;/span&gt; hats. She was excited to wear the one she picked out. I will post a picture later.....just too tire right now. I asked her about what they did and she said,"nothing". She did say that they wore them but nothing else. I'll have to ask her teacher on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tomorrow we are going to the zoo with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; group. Pray for clear, beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;skys&lt;/span&gt;. There is a 60 percent chance of rain. We're going to have a fun time either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love to all!!! I am off to bed, I am exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1769615944736002887?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1769615944736002887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1769615944736002887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1769615944736002887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1769615944736002887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6584098918095422820</id><published>2008-11-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:42:22.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>send a prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My wonderful hubby has an interview tomorrow morning at 9am.Would you mind sending a prayer up for him? If this is the job God has planned for him, make it clear to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interviewer&lt;/span&gt;,Todd and anyone else involved.If this isn't,help Todd and all the rest of us rest in peace knowing that God is working and has some thing so extraordinary waiting for him.We just have to be patient,be still and listen carefully to His words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We are edgy around here because he has been out of work for some time but God has provided for all of our needs.He has also shown us where we have spent money unwisely and how to be better stewards of what He gives us.We are learning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6584098918095422820?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6584098918095422820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6584098918095422820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6584098918095422820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6584098918095422820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/send-prayer.html' title='send a prayer'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3694340041483373285</id><published>2008-11-10T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:31:22.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saving</title><content type='html'>The grocery store I shop at had an awesome sale going on that ends today. I was able to buy 10 item combinations, limit 3 times, and get 5 dollars off when checking out. I happened to have coupons for numerous things which worked out FABULOUS!! The total cost of my bill was $131.28, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saved $76.03&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So I walked out of the store only spending $55.25 of the total bill. My jawed dropped when the cashier told me how much I saved. I am a believer of coupons now. Oh, I did learn some thing new. You might know this already but if you don't FYI. If you have a store card that gives you more savings, if it isn't scanned before they start scanning your groceries. It won't double or triple any of your coupons. Sneaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3694340041483373285?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3694340041483373285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3694340041483373285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3694340041483373285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3694340041483373285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/saving.html' title='saving'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3125280802328120939</id><published>2008-11-08T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:24:24.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't win for losin'</title><content type='html'>I am once again reading Creative Correction. It has been quite a few years since the first go around. Then I was a young mom, in a different stage of heart and mind. I thought that there was no way any of Lisa's ideas would work so I didn't stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, lately, that all I seem to be doing correction wise with the kids is spanking, time out, and screaming because I am at my wits end. I needed a change and fast. So I decided to give it another try and have an open mind and be more diligent in applying some of her ideas. I really have enjoyed reading and I actually like some of what she says. So whenever I get a chance I try to implement an idea of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were cleaning up before Todd got home Friday night. I told the kids that if there were any wet towels left on the floor and I found it, the slacker would wash towels the next day. It sounds good, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the younger ones bath tonight I went by J's room and spotted his wet towel. I casually announce that I see something on the floor that doesn't belong. P comes running down the hall with another towel yelling, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't put mine up. Can I wash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;towels tomorrow?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" She was genuinely excited about the thought.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. did I miss something in the book? Todd said to take advantage of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3125280802328120939?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3125280802328120939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3125280802328120939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3125280802328120939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3125280802328120939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-win-for-losin.html' title='can&apos;t win for losin&apos;'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1067037544102870770</id><published>2008-11-07T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:26:23.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My drama queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oops, I mean princess. Addison is the queen around here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J and P were in the backyard, Addi was napping, Mo was doing school work and I was in the shower. P comes in and asks to play in the front with the neighbor. I tell her not now because she couldn't be in the front alone. She leaves the bathroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get out about 5 minutes later. As I am toweling off, here she comes again. She is whining trying to tell on Mo. I tell her that I cannot understand her when she whines. Also that she needed to think about if she was tattling to get someone in trouble or because someone was going to hurt themselves by doing some thing wrong. We are working on not tattling so much around here. She continues to have a whiny tone. I tell her that she needs to come back when she can talk without whining. I turn her toward the door and guide her out and shut it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going into my room I can hear her and J talking outside. I peak out the window and listen. P is standing by the trampoline and J is jumping. P is pouting with arms crossed in front of her, lip protruding. It really was a site. J is showing concern for his younger twin. He asked if she was upset because I wouldn't let her play with the neighbor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is what my darling daughter replies. "Mommy said that I could go out in front after she is out of the shower. She is and I was trying to say to her and she pushed me like this(hitting on her shoulder) and shut the door!!" J spots me peeping then,so that was the end of that little white lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that P didn't think that she was stretching the truth. I had hurt her feelings and that is how she felt....like I had pushed her out the door and slammed it in her face. I have to tread lightly with this young lady. She wears her heart on her sleeve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is better now, her Daddy came home tonight. She got lots of snuggle time. So much that her bedtime came and went....maybe an hour and a half later. But it was worth them enjoying each others company.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1067037544102870770?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1067037544102870770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1067037544102870770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1067037544102870770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1067037544102870770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-drama-queen.html' title='My drama queen'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7009134566976875349</id><published>2008-11-06T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:44:20.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free</title><content type='html'>OK, you might not get excited about this like I did. But I am going to post it any way. I have never been a coupon clipper. I always thought that it was too much of a hassle and wasn't worth the few cents saved. I have just recently become a believer of clipping. I should have kept up with all of the money I've saved so far.....sorry Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way today was the first day that I actually got some thing FREE. Yes, I said free. I printed out a $5.00 coupon for science diet dog food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt; has 5lb bags on sale for $5.00 so I got it for nothing. The checker asked were I got the coupon and said "sweet" about 3 or 4 times.(young guy) He said that if he was me he would do it again but to make sure that he wasn't working. I'm not going to.It felt weird walking out with a bag and not having to pay for it. But oh so nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-7009134566976875349?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7009134566976875349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7009134566976875349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7009134566976875349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7009134566976875349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/free.html' title='free'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1716141980399591876</id><published>2008-11-02T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:47:56.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-xycH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZaAKlsxnGsE/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264191172936212306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-xycH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZaAKlsxnGsE/s200/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-tRE7QI/AAAAAAAAAQs/86Fe5tm5GC4/s1600-h/DSC00104_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264191171722538242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-tRE7QI/AAAAAAAAAQs/86Fe5tm5GC4/s200/DSC00104_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-NPufcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YX0bwT70un0/s1600-h/DSC00097_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264191163126939074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-NPufcI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YX0bwT70un0/s200/DSC00097_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladybug....aka.....Addison who had a fun time being silly. She was definitely in the zone of being a bug, pesky little thing. She hammed it up for the camera for as long as she could stay still. Quick little bug she is. We could get her to look at the camera but a second and then she was off again. The wings didn't last long on but she still looked cute. One lady at the festival told me that I was young and could make another baby just as cute as her, so she was taking Addi home. Then she saw Payton and oohed and aahhed over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4oN3-RFOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3HqjFyWIgn8/s1600-h/DSC00118_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264189233271215330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4oN3-RFOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3HqjFyWIgn8/s200/DSC00118_edited.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4oN4eiwAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SORDMy4VlgE/s1600-h/DSC00114_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264189233406590978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4oN4eiwAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SORDMy4VlgE/s200/DSC00114_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4oNXayQNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uid3rzOGldQ/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264189224532459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4oNXayQNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uid3rzOGldQ/s200/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ironman...aka....Jacob. Daddy had the honors of getting him ready. Pull on the suit and POOF, muscles appear. He thought that was cool. He was in an uncooperative mood when it was time to take pictures. His mind was on one thing and one thing only, CANDY. He didn't want to fuss with getting his picture taken. He wanted to get to our church fall festival NOW. Not ten, fifty, or twenty minutes...NOW. (what can I say, he is just like his mommy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped by Grandma and Grandpa's to trick or treat and got lollipops. He was excited about getting his first piece and wanted it then. We tried to get him to show off his muscles but he was being shy. He did see a lot of other Ironmen at the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4mQo4MF0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/OM6opKxYaFo/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187081735542594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4mQo4MF0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/OM6opKxYaFo/s200/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4mQg_1xLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DYDDSVhvYfM/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187079620150450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4mQg_1xLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DYDDSVhvYfM/s200/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4mQeSgvqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4boHOXn90hE/s1600-h/DSC00094_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264187078893158050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4mQeSgvqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4boHOXn90hE/s200/DSC00094_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinkerBell.....aka.....Payton. She was so fun to dress up on Halloween. I really think that this might be a favorite occasion of hers. She actually gets to wear make up away from home. She was too cute getting ready. I pulled her hair up in a ponytail and curled it. I applied powder, blush, eyeshadow, liner, mascara and lip gloss....she was in heaven. To top off the outfit, Nanny sprayed gold glitter ALL over her hair and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night was the play of Peter Pan. Guess what Miss Thang wore? Yes, her Tinker Bell costume. Jacob decided that he wanted to wear his too. I think we got our moneys worth out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pictures of Mo. She really hasn't dressed in the last 2 years. Pre-teen years have begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post the rest of our pictures on the shutterfly website. Go check then out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1716141980399591876?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1716141980399591876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1716141980399591876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1716141980399591876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1716141980399591876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing......'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SQ4p-xycH1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZaAKlsxnGsE/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8370129157964668640</id><published>2008-10-31T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:48:33.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*******I found out today that the zoo trip is next Thursday not this one. That helps out a lot this week. Mo presented her report on Coronado this morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; did very well. She said that one other kid did the same person. The teacher did not inform them that they had to present it without reading it from their paper. Mo did awesome!!! Some times I think that she isn't listening or paying attention. I guess I am wrong. I need to learn to give her MORE credit. Although it wasn't graded, the teacher did give her scores in each area. Oral, visual, speaking clearly,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;...etc. Her next one is on Indians. She is somewhat excited about this because my Dad's grandmother was a full blooded Cherokee Indian. She is going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incorporate&lt;/span&gt; her in it.************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited!! Daddy comes home after being gone for days. We cannot wait!! We have missed him terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight we will go to our church's fall festival to have tons of fun and get lots of candy. I will post pictures of the kids in their costumes. So you just have to be patient to know what they are going to be for Halloween.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom is also coming to stay with us this weekend and go to a play with us tomorrow evening. My good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; Robin and her daughter are involved in a fantastic group. They are called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Youth Theatre and are just fabulous, talented kids. Most of them are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;home schooled&lt;/span&gt;. We went last year and saw them perform Beauty and the Beast. My kids LOVED it and couldn't wait for this production of Peter Pan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday I have an appointment.....too time consuming and boring to go into more details.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday, Mo has co-op and has to present an oral essay about a Texas Explorer. She picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Francisco&lt;/span&gt; De Coronado, he looked for the "city of gold". As part of her presentation she needs something visual. We came up with making a clay model of the so called golden city. Hopefully with the help of her Daddy's creative ability, they can put it all together. I just come up with the ideas.....not an artist bone in my body. Did I mention that she has to talk and present for 5 minutes. She is nervous about that. Pray, pray, pray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, J and P have a check up. I am also asking the doctor to give P a referral to an urologist. She is having some issues and we need to figure out why. I am praying that things will go smoothly with this because you know how difficult insurance companies can be. P needs attention about this and not weeks and months from now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; is suppose to be Mo's science museum day but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; group is going to the zoo instead. Of course I am keeping J and P home from preschool so that we can make a family day of it. Maybe if Daddy is home he will tag along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday is free, so far. I may keep it that way!!! We have a busy week ahead of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8370129157964668640?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8370129157964668640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8370129157964668640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8370129157964668640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8370129157964668640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3813417605263124007</id><published>2008-10-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:59:13.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>single white female looking for lost husband</title><content type='html'>Have you seen him? He is about 5'10", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; hair, blue/grey eyes, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt;. He went missing this morning at 6:30am. If you see him, would you point him back in our direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd is in San Leon until Friday. He is helping rebuild damaged homes from Ike. My great Uncle is gracious enough to hire him out for the week so that we can pay a few bills. We are thankful for the help but it feels strange not having him at home. He was driving me a little crazy but I miss him all ready....and so do the kids. I had to call him before putting Addison down tonight. Every time a car went by the house, she got excited and called ,"Daddy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now until Friday night it is just us girls and my little man of the house.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3813417605263124007?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3813417605263124007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3813417605263124007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3813417605263124007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3813417605263124007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/single-white-female-looking-for-lost.html' title='single white female looking for lost husband'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6760230658712189897</id><published>2008-10-24T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:59:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A"</title><content type='html'>Payton has show and share on Thursdays at school. It always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;co insides&lt;/span&gt; with the letter of the week. This week it was A. So we were brainstorming what she could take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payton said "apple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said "Addison"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ,being sarcastic after battling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pesky&lt;/span&gt; ants in our kitchen, said "ants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she wanted to take........ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she ended up taking was a photo ALBUM that grandma put together which happened to also have pictures of ADDISON in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ants unfortunately. Her teachers might have been a bit mad at us if we had allowed that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6760230658712189897?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6760230658712189897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6760230658712189897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6760230658712189897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6760230658712189897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;A&quot;'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6009002723875603905</id><published>2008-10-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:52:13.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back home</title><content type='html'>Our visitor stayed over one night. Mo took her for a walk the next afternoon and the owners were driving down the road. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy to find her...so were T and I. They thanked Mo for taking great care of her. Mo was a little disappointed because she thought that we would keep her. ( we don't know where she got that idea? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6009002723875603905?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6009002723875603905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6009002723875603905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6009002723875603905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6009002723875603905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-home.html' title='back home'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7693879130090254476</id><published>2008-10-20T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:43:22.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a visitor at our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_amsSm_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/08wJGK3ehdE/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259429666134072306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_amsSm_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/08wJGK3ehdE/s200/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_bIQW_kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/szguYu7dmns/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259429675143724610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_bIQW_kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/szguYu7dmns/s200/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_bp4cepI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xqigMGdMUvk/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259429684170226322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_bp4cepI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xqigMGdMUvk/s200/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Mo found on our doorstep tonight. Her name is Teddybear. She was hungry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;, and shivering. Poor baby. She has a collar on but the number has been disconnected. My neighbor suggested googling the number. It was an address in HUMBLE. We think that someone has moved to our area and hasn't changed the dogs tags yet. So for tonight, we have a visitor that will sleep over. Hopefully we can find her owners tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob asked if we were keeping her? It figures, the one who is teffified of dogs. He actually rubbed on her a little. Todd and I made sure we let him know that she all ready has an owner. We just have to find them.&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/1846518272140277559-7693879130090254476?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7693879130090254476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7693879130090254476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7693879130090254476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7693879130090254476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/visitor-at-our-house.html' title='a visitor at our house'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SP0_amsSm_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/08wJGK3ehdE/s72-c/DSC00092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8825533271653339437</id><published>2008-10-20T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:18:04.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>other plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately Todd didn't get the job I posted about earlier. He is frustrated about the whole thing. I could tell that he wasn't enthusiastic about the position but he feels like he &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; to get &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; job to provide for us. He wants to change careers because he is burned out. Which I can completely relate to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My prayer has been that God would make it clear if this was the right job for Todd or not. I guess He did. I am actually at peace about him not getting hired because he would have been miserable doing something he settled for. God knew that and a lot more than we do. God has &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; job for Todd. One that is better than that other job. One that Todd is going to enjoy and will fit well with us. I pray that Todd realizes that this is a blessing. That God is still working on him and us for that matter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told Todd what we have been praying for. I can tell that something is going on inside that head and heart of his. God is working.......was there any doubt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8825533271653339437?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8825533271653339437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8825533271653339437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8825533271653339437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8825533271653339437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/other-plans.html' title='other plans'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3858823959646610524</id><published>2008-10-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:37:13.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belting out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Payton and Jacob had a fantastic time playing in their new crab sandbox that Grandma and Grandpa gave them for their birthday. So much that they were covered from head to toe in sand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told them to strip down outside(in the backyard..don't worry I'm not teaching them to be streakers). Payton has no problem. She pokes her head inside and asks if she was suppose to take ALL her clothes off. I don't know why she asked because she was all ready naked. She dashes through the house and into the awaiting shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob, on the other hand, is my modest little man. He asks me if he has to take EVERY thing off. I can tell he isn't wanting to. I tell him to take it all off but the undies. He is happy with that. So off he goes to shower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After about ten minutes, Todd and I hear this &lt;/em&gt;loud&lt;em&gt;, singing coming from the bathroom. She is making sure that Jesus and the entire neighborhood can hear her beautiful song. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I have decided...to follow JEEEESUS. I have deeeeecided ....to fooooolow Jeeesus. No turning baaaack...Nooooo turning baaack!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Payton very rarely is the singing one. At church Wednseday evening this is the song they learned. They were so proud of themselves because they both got a prize after singing it to their teacher. Payton and Jacob have been singing it ever since.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying that my children will decide to and keep following Jesus today, tomorrow and all ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3858823959646610524?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3858823959646610524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3858823959646610524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3858823959646610524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3858823959646610524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/belting-out.html' title='Belting out'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3374211976664506152</id><published>2008-10-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:58:29.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todd worked the weekend at a mechanic shop. He will go in Monday and find out "officially" if he is hired or not. He is sure that he is but the boss hasn't said it aloud yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said Friday was good. The guys liked him and he worked well with them. ( I had no doubts. Todd is a great person.) He was really tired when he came home and sore. Saturday he had a bad day. Not necessarily bad....but a bit discouraged. He used the word...rusty...when doing something. Sometimes he tends to be harder on himself than he should. He doesn't realize how smart and talented he is. When he doesn't get some thing the first time...he's very hard on himself. Not to mention the fact that he is being evaluated to get a job.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you send a prayer up for my hubby? It has been stressful for him the last month.(stress being an understatement) Pray for wisdom with this job and any other that might come along. For God to make it perfectly clear where He wants Todd. Pray that Todd can relax and be at peace because God is in control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3374211976664506152?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3374211976664506152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3374211976664506152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3374211976664506152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3374211976664506152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/job.html' title='Job??'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6548443855277593901</id><published>2008-10-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:56:18.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8WHbn-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MOhCSO5kckw/s1600-h/DSC_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256852990544551906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8WHbn-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MOhCSO5kckw/s200/DSC_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8fZpVLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qUKxu41qcD0/s1600-h/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256852993036866738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8fZpVLI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qUKxu41qcD0/s200/DSC_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8h1m6JI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2RvDk4Y9Feg/s1600-h/PA120110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256852993691019410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8h1m6JI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2RvDk4Y9Feg/s200/PA120110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures of our fun time at the Pumpkin Patch. Thanks to grandma and grandpa!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6548443855277593901?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6548443855277593901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6548443855277593901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6548443855277593901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6548443855277593901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-pictures-of-our-fun-time-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPQX8WHbn-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/MOhCSO5kckw/s72-c/DSC_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4444991554694226992</id><published>2008-10-12T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:28:57.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new bike!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to our great neibor Mr.Phill  i got  2 new  bikes awesome right?I got a mongoose bike that is blue and another bike. If you didn't know  1 of my old bikes got stolen and the other got ran over.tomorow me and dad are going to ride to gether.Now that my dad doesn't have a job we have been spending alot of time to gether and  it has been relly fun to. Now i don't have to walk or ride Jacobs bike the is to big for him.. YAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4444991554694226992?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4444991554694226992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4444991554694226992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4444991554694226992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4444991554694226992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-bike.html' title='new bike!!!!!'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6647373521651661608</id><published>2008-10-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:42:40.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZa3dwnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gqKnK4nvJrI/s1600-h/DSC00069_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478556570894962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZa3dwnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gqKnK4nvJrI/s200/DSC00069_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZbj1VeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WkzgI_gWKu8/s1600-h/DSC00074_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478556756989410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZbj1VeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WkzgI_gWKu8/s200/DSC00074_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZb-QryI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sJJm9_iKpbk/s1600-h/DSC00075_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478556867833634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZb-QryI/AAAAAAAAAO0/sJJm9_iKpbk/s200/DSC00075_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZ-oHguI/AAAAAAAAAO8/93sKdTAz5So/s1600-h/PA120118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478566170198754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZ-oHguI/AAAAAAAAAO8/93sKdTAz5So/s200/PA120118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today we enjoyed a wonderful day at the Pumpkin Patch. We had decided that is where we would take J and P for part of their b-day celebration. Also to make a family day of it. We invited Grandma and Grandpa to come along with us. The kids had a great time and we did too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We took tons of pictures with the pumpkins and the kids liked to climb all over them. We went on a hayride through the patch and saw the Christmas trees, animals, and playground. The patch is near a small airport so planes kept flying over us. There was a giant spider made out of hay bails and pipes that the kids liked to climb. There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; a pen with two goats to feed and watch. We were so proud of Jacob because he touched the goats. He is scared of animals and was very brave today. It didn't take any coaxing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Payton was so funny. We were able to borrow wagons to pick out our pumpkins. She was so grown up pulling her wagon along searching for just the right one. Jacob decided his was too hard to pull and asked if I would help him. Mo being the amazing sister she is, had Addison in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hers&lt;/span&gt; looking for both of them pumpkins. Addison loved being toted around....for a little bit. Then ,the big girl she is, she had to get out and do every thing her older siblings were doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had an extremely good time today. We really were happy that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;G'ma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;G'pa&lt;/span&gt; came along with us. I have added a new album to our other web page of our trip today. We got some good shots so go check them out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6647373521651661608?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6647373521651661608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6647373521651661608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6647373521651661608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6647373521651661608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumkin-patch.html' title='Pumkin Patch'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SPLDZa3dwnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gqKnK4nvJrI/s72-c/DSC00069_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4188017356674903961</id><published>2008-10-12T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:22:27.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twinkies Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday was my babies' birthdays. J and P turned five years old. I am in denial that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;twinkies&lt;/span&gt; are growing up. It was a long pregnancy with numerous scares and lots of stress. Preterm labor at 24 weeks and about three months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt;. But by God's grace, and His alone, my babies are here with us healthy, happy, and just plain enjoyable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They both make me smile daily. They are complete opposites in every way but two. They love the Lord with all of their hearts. They love their family and show it all the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; enjoy lots of cuddles, kisses, and plain ole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;luvin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that J and P will continue to grow in their faith to our Lord. I pray that we do them justice in raising them. I pray that they will never lose their compassion for others. J and P are amazing kids that I know will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; in all that they do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Jacob and Payton!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4188017356674903961?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4188017356674903961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4188017356674903961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4188017356674903961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4188017356674903961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/twinkies-birthday.html' title='twinkies Birthday'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3930415215581782241</id><published>2008-10-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:21:35.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob," K's not a word. Right Mom?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, Jacob. You're right. How did you know that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacob," I know lots of thing because I turned five today. I'm going to know lots of stuff now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3930415215581782241?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3930415215581782241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3930415215581782241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3930415215581782241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3930415215581782241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/lots-of-stuff.html' title='lots of stuff'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5816855388680419373</id><published>2008-10-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:48:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its Mo</title><content type='html'>heyy the Science museum  was awsome! we walked around after our 1st class thats when we did the star fish.they had a jiant bucket full of them and we only used 5 of them 1 for the teacher, 3 for my class mates and 1 for me. i didn't want to  do it at first but then i changed my mind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was all gooie in side we cut off 1 leg and cut another 1 in half . Then it was over  the guys were like finaly and im like NNNNNNOOOOO.well guess what im the only girl in my group of  2 teachers , 4 kids including me  but im not  complaing im  used 2 it most of my friends are guys. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5816855388680419373?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5816855388680419373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5816855388680419373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5816855388680419373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5816855388680419373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-mo.html' title='its Mo'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4721825939949898836</id><published>2008-10-05T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:19:34.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saggin Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Got your attention!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We went to Old Town Spring the other day with my aunt. It was a very nice day. We really just went to window shop, let the kids run around some, eat lunch, and visit. We stayed a few hours and enjoyed going into a few shops and letting the kids play up and down the stairs and on the decks. The owners didn't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We decided to hit one more store before leaving. It was full of different bath ducks which the kids loved. As we were leaving, the owner stopped me and gave me a free gift. He said it was because my kids were so well behaved. I said thank you, feeling pretty good about getting something for free and having someone notice my kids behavior. That is the good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As Mo and I are walking away we look at what he gave me. It was some bath salts which I love. But as I turn it over to see what kind...I was somewhat offended...at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saggin&lt;/span&gt; Butt Bath Salts....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When your butt's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saggin&lt;/span&gt;, just pour 2-3 tbs under hot running water. A blend of essential oils etc.....makes a great soak for sore muscles&amp;amp; aching joints.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I mean, YES, I carried 4 kids,2 at once. And I still haven't got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prebaby&lt;/span&gt; body back(will I ever!) But did he have to call attention to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;derriere&lt;/span&gt;. *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4721825939949898836?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4721825939949898836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4721825939949898836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4721825939949898836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4721825939949898836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/saggin-butt.html' title='Saggin Butt'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3629541889250395999</id><published>2008-10-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:20:10.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a mom's request</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received an e-mail from my mother in law, Susan. She started out by saying how much she liked reading our blog. I always know something else is coming when she begins with the positive stuff first. He He. I love you, Susan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then she goes on by asking me to change the color schemes because her "old eyes" can't read it that well. So, because I have such an amazing 2nd Mom and I love her dearly. I abidded by her request. Here's to you,Mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3629541889250395999?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3629541889250395999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3629541889250395999&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3629541889250395999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3629541889250395999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/10/moms-request.html' title='a mom&apos;s request'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7383044472033299666</id><published>2008-09-30T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:43:00.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;My sister and her family finally got their electricity back on late Saturday night. It was 2 whole weeks that they were without power!!! Can you believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;They packed up and went home Sunday evening. I know that they are happy to be home. Now we are trying to get back on track here. M, J, P and A are all in their own beds at the normal bed time. It has been rough getting on our schedule. There has been whining, back talking, arguing, moodiness, and struggles. I can't blame the kids. Their lives were turned upside down for a couple of weeks, I can't expect them to jump right back to the way things were. It is going to take a few days....or even a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;J and P &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; went to school today. It has also been 2 weeks that they've been off because of Ike. They were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy to go back and see their teachers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad that they are enjoying preschool. P's teacher told me that she thoroughly enjoys her. That she is very creative and not shy one bit. That made me feel good for P. It puts my mind at ease some what to know that she is doing well when I am not around. The first day she was clingy and wasn't sure about being in a class without J. She is my sweet girl and has been wanting extra attention from me lately. I have taken advantage of it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;J told me that he made 2 new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;. He also said that a little girl in his class kissed him. What kind of school am I sending my kids to! Ha ha. I guess he's going to be a lady's man. I can definitely wait on that. He is a sweet boy and is always concerned for others....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; the girls. I was on the phone yesterday and he sat down by me and started rubbing my back. I asked what I did to deserve that. He said only because he loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mo's homeschooling is going well. We have to play catch up since we weren't doing work while my sister's family was here. But all is well because there is no stress with trying to get every thing done at a certain time. We are blessed and truly are having a good time with this new adventure. I have seen a subtle change in her attitude and attention span since we have begun homeschooling. I know that this is what we are suppose to be doing. Mo is a smart girl and will succeed in every thing she sets her mind to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-7383044472033299666?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7383044472033299666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7383044472033299666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7383044472033299666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7383044472033299666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3404226404488619246</id><published>2008-09-26T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:22:58.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Morgan has the opportunity, once a month, to attend classes at the science museum. The first one was the Thursday before Ike and was cancelled because of traffic and safety issues. The make up day was yesterday. She was extremely excited about going. I was unable to go with her so she rode with a friend. When she got home she couldn't talk about any thing else but dissecting a starfish. She thought it was fantastic to be able to use the scalpel and actually cut open a starfish....or any thing else for that matter. She explained how they cut one of the "legs" off and saw what was inside. They had enough for each child to have their own. I asked what else she did. Oh, they had a skyscraper class and just walked around was her reply. They didn't see the hissing cockroaches, butterfly exhibit or go to the IMAX. I couldn't get any specifics out of her because it wasn't as interesting as dissecting. My Mo's favorite subject is science. I am grateful that she is able to do this. One of the wonderful opportunities of being home schooled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3404226404488619246?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3404226404488619246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3404226404488619246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3404226404488619246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3404226404488619246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/opportunities.html' title='opportunities'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-1648230839953913648</id><published>2008-09-25T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:03:04.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a verse that keeps popping up in my life. In my mind, on KSBJ, during services,....you get the point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is Proverbs 3:5-6. "Trust in the Lord with all of your heart, And do not lean on your own understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge Him, And He will make your paths strait." I believe this is the story of the Wilsons' lives. If we could just trust in our Lord and not try to figure things out on our own our lives would be so much easier. If I wouldn't try to understand every little thing that God throws at me......and just TRUST in His word He will guide us on a strait path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not sure about our paths lately. Todd is out of a job because of Ike. I quit my job the first part of August to home school Mo and be a full time wife and mom. So we are in a tight spot. We have taken advantage of benefits from FEMA but that will only go so far. I tend to let these things consume my every thought. I feel like I have to fix the problem right now instead of being STILL. Laying all of it God's hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong,w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e are blessed in sooo many ways!! God kept us safe during the hurricane. Our house had minor damage and wasn't really caused by Ike but he made it worse. (a leak in the roof) A tree uprooted and took down some of our fence, falling the OPPOSITE way from our home. We were out of electricity for only 2  1/2 days. We have a home that family can take refuge in since their electricity has been off since Ike. It is going on 13 days that we have had company. It has been cramped and nerves are on edge but we really have enjoyed being with them. Todd's home and the kids have really enjoyed spending all of the extra time with him. I have too, not to mention loving the fact that Daddy's around to help more with playing, corralling, disciplining, cooking, loving, and just being here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there is still the nagging in my mind.....how are we going to pay our bills, will Todd find a job soon, what if some thing else happens, we're negative in the bank because we needed things during Ike and thought that we would have money to replace it....now what???!!! Do I need to go back to CFBC for a while until Todd gets on his feet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I just lean on God and have complete faith that He's going to lead us down the strait path. Why do I continue to beleive that I have controll over our lives. Why can't I just let go and give all of my worries to God and leave them with Him. I once heard Beth Moore say that our problems maybe above our heads but they are below God's feet. Nothing is bigger than Him!! There isn't any thing that He can't handle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why is it so hard then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-1648230839953913648?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/1648230839953913648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=1648230839953913648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1648230839953913648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/1648230839953913648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-270166152699395379</id><published>2008-09-20T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:32:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you hear that??</title><content type='html'>It's silence!! My wonderful, fabulous Mother in law, Susan came over and took 4 of the 6 kids to the mall. They were going to the museum and to ride the carousel. We have had 10 people at our house since last Sunday. 6 kids and 4 adults. My sister and her family have been out of electricity since IKE. My other sister and her family are roughing it too. I ran out of space for any more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine how crowded and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stir&lt;/span&gt; crazy it has been over here. So Susan, who is awesome, called and told me that she would take ALL the kids today. I wouldn't do that to her and neither would my sis, Shelly. My nephew,18, went to work with his dad and Addison stayed with us. I wanted some time with her alone, without the other kiddos. But that hasn't worked out because she has been sleeping since every one else left. She needs to catch up on her rest though, so I am letting her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much needed for all of us, including the kids. We were all getting on each others' nerves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THANK&lt;/span&gt; YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; MUCH SUSAN, YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-270166152699395379?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/270166152699395379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=270166152699395379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/270166152699395379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/270166152699395379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-you-hear-that.html' title='can you hear that??'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6722903711555071643</id><published>2008-09-17T19:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:18:52.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unwanted visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFk5mvV-I/AAAAAAAAALk/cRGodWX4CwA/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192278592608226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFk5mvV-I/AAAAAAAAALk/cRGodWX4CwA/s200/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFlAeN89I/AAAAAAAAALs/Qmq-6QZzb7A/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192280435913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFlAeN89I/AAAAAAAAALs/Qmq-6QZzb7A/s200/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFlt3TYPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HsER9Lv2woM/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192292620722418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFlt3TYPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HsER9Lv2woM/s200/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFljwSTAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qg5pNH1xHJU/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192289906936834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFljwSTAI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qg5pNH1xHJU/s200/DSC00036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFl2LOYSI/AAAAAAAAAME/QUzOJqJtNPs/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247192294851764514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFl2LOYSI/AAAAAAAAAME/QUzOJqJtNPs/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ike got to our place late Friday night, early Saturday morning. He was like a distant family member that shows up at your house, stays way too long, messes up every thing and leaves with a few things that don't belong to him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;No particular person in mind!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last picture is our back fence and the tree is uprooted. We are truly blessed!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying for all that have been affected by this storm. Love to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6722903711555071643?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6722903711555071643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6722903711555071643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6722903711555071643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6722903711555071643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/unwanted-visitor.html' title='unwanted visitor'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SNHFk5mvV-I/AAAAAAAAALk/cRGodWX4CwA/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-9208053374997382988</id><published>2008-09-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:01:38.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that all of you have seen most of the pictures in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;. I was trying to post it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; on this blog but couldn't figure it out. Computer illiteracy over here. I also didn't want my hard work going out the window either, so there it is. Any way, who wouldn't want to see all my kids pictures again. They're so darn cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-9208053374997382988?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/9208053374997382988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=9208053374997382988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/9208053374997382988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/9208053374997382988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-758618347650503423</id><published>2008-09-07T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:13:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4455324d7a41794d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play  " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4455324d7a41794d513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-758618347650503423?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/758618347650503423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=758618347650503423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/758618347650503423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/758618347650503423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/slideshow.html' title='slideshow'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-3486095742491866801</id><published>2008-09-07T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:41:18.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SMP6mcM-hLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X8HgG31xCD8/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243309929501983922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SMP6mcM-hLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X8HgG31xCD8/s200/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here is my baby girl. Yes, I still call her that even though she is almost 12 years old. She will &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be my baby. Isn't she beautiful???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mo is the best. I don't tell her that enough and I am working on it. Sometimes I am &lt;em&gt;way &lt;/em&gt;too hard on her. Todd tells me to lighten up and he's right. I want Mo and I to have the best relationship possible. If I don't relax with her....it isn't going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;She was the only kid around our house until she was almost seven. She completely embraced her role as big sister to twins...and then to Addi close to two years ago. She is growing into a wonderful, loving, caring, sweet, strong willed, faithful, compassionate young woman. It is happening too fast for me. I want time to stand still for a little longer so that I can cherish her more. Before I know it she will be grown and out of the house. But for now.....we're making the most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We started our chapter of homeschool last Tuesday. J and P also began preschool that day so we just had Addi with us. Morgan did great. We dropped the twinkies off and was back home by 10. We ate breakfast and got to work on her studies. We did have some music playing and she was able to focus on her work. Every once in a while we kidded and played around some. It was a very laid back environment, no stress to get it all done. Mo went at her own pace and before we knew it she was finished and it was almost time to pick up J and P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I really have a complete peace about homeschooling Morgan. I realize that she doesn't have to sit at a desk all day working on math, spelling, geography, etc etc. She can study about 2 or 3 pages of each subject and take a brake when she needs to. Her attention span is limited and her mind begins to wander if she sits too long on one thing. That is when we do something fun and active. Burn some energy off. Then we go back to school work. This works for Morgan. Homeschool works for Morgan. She is stress free!! I am stress free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-3486095742491866801?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/3486095742491866801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=3486095742491866801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3486095742491866801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/3486095742491866801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-is-my-baby-girl.html' title='Baby Girl'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SMP6mcM-hLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X8HgG31xCD8/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4372504511621336265</id><published>2008-09-07T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:51:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SMP4Wk-tR2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DycePvkwFHs/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243307457956890466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SMP4Wk-tR2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DycePvkwFHs/s200/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It seems like I am always telling the cute, funny things Jacob says and nothing about my Princess Payton. She is the more serious one when it comes to the twinkies and Jacob is the comedian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well, she had me and my mom giggling the other night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me, " Payton, you need to put your pillowcase on your pillow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Payton, looking at me very serious, " I can't Mommy. It just &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; let me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Since when do pillows and pillowcases have a mind of their own.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4372504511621336265?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4372504511621336265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4372504511621336265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4372504511621336265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4372504511621336265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/pillow.html' title='Pillow'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SMP4Wk-tR2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DycePvkwFHs/s72-c/DSC00035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2200007784318143162</id><published>2008-09-06T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:58:37.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homeschooling life saver</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O.K I have heard a lot of great reviews about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; planner. It has lesson ideas, helpful articles, recipes, calendars...whatever you need as a homeschooling mom the planner has it. I desperately need this planner and maybe you do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You can get a sneak peek of The School House Planner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theoldschoolhousestore.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=2499&amp;amp;zenid=f1538c6589d3ceb21c3d05b06e0117f9"&gt;http://www.theoldschoolhousestore.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=2499&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;zenid&lt;/span&gt;=f1538c6589d3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ceb&lt;/span&gt;21c3d05b06e0117f9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, I gave up trying to get the cute schoolhouse picture link. I'll figure it out one day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;PS I have a chance to win&lt;/span&gt; this awesome planner that would help this hectic, chaotic, unorganized thing I like to call our life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-2200007784318143162?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2200007784318143162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2200007784318143162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2200007784318143162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2200007784318143162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/09/homeschooling-life-saver.html' title='homeschooling life saver'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4283541968823802287</id><published>2008-08-29T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:51:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It worked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLg03ExLtcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/022vPrAdJxY/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239996287223051714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLg03ExLtcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/022vPrAdJxY/s200/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night it started storming before Todd got home. Jacob stops eating and runs over to me in a panic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, it's storming!!! Let's pray that Daddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; home safe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we all bow our heads and pray for Daddy's safety in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 30 minutes later, Todd pulls into the driveway. The girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;squealing&lt;/span&gt; because Daddy is home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob is so exciting, yelling, "It worked , Mom. It worked! Daddy got home safe!" It took me a second to realize what he was talking about. Then I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of my little man for his sweet prayers for his Daddy and realizing that God does answer them.&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/1846518272140277559-4283541968823802287?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4283541968823802287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4283541968823802287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4283541968823802287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4283541968823802287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-worked.html' title='It worked!'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLg03ExLtcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/022vPrAdJxY/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4687256883941504656</id><published>2008-08-27T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:41:03.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA35B8PaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XtST0l5uPp0/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239235439205563810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA35B8PaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XtST0l5uPp0/s200/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA4lTZjcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XgbaziCLv-M/s1600-h/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239235451089948098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA4lTZjcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XgbaziCLv-M/s200/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA46hvMYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7oZtU994QcI/s1600-h/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239235456787231106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA46hvMYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7oZtU994QcI/s200/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my girls resemble one another. We went to the pool last weekend and out of all the pictures I took. I think these are almost mirror images of one another. Morgan loves to play with Addison and has really matured into an awesome young lady. She takes on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; of older sister and does so with a happy, loving heart. Addison loves her very much and on occasion picks her over me..her own mommy. I think it is great that all of my kids enjoy each other and love one another tremendously. I am amazed at how blessed Todd and I are with our children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4687256883941504656?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4687256883941504656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4687256883941504656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4687256883941504656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4687256883941504656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirror-image.html' title='Mirror image'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SLWA35B8PaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/XtST0l5uPp0/s72-c/DSC02454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-6059635131548938807</id><published>2008-08-25T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:52:13.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Today was the first day of public school. It felt strange not taking Morgan. We are going to begin homeschooling after Labor Day. I am in the process of buying her curriculum. I know that I should have had it all together a month ago but all of this is a little over whelming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; being our first year and not really knowing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out's&lt;/span&gt; of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You wouldn't believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;he curriculum options out there. I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; convention a few weeks ago and there were about 200 vendors. Too expensive for us. I also went to the 1/2 Price Book Store and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited about all of the choices but couldn't narrow any thing down. I have been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mardel's&lt;/span&gt; a few times and am like a kid in a candy store. If I won the lottery, I would definitely hit that store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent about 1 hour and 20 minutes in there. I finally bought a science workbook, Math book, a music book for a friend, and a teacher's lesson planner. Oh, and an assortment of colored pens so that I can color code our calendar for the school year. With 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homeschooler&lt;/span&gt; and 2 preschoolers I needed a calendar so I won't forget any thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to get on the ball and figure out what other things I want to teach her this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to her old school today to check her out. I was told they don't do that any more. When I told her she would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;home schooled&lt;/span&gt; I had to sign a form. The attendance lady said that she would just be considered a "no show". I am concerned about that because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;truancy&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;truant&lt;/span&gt; officer showing up at my house because they think that she JUST isn't going to school. Hopefully they don't misplace the form.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-6059635131548938807?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/6059635131548938807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=6059635131548938807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6059635131548938807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/6059635131548938807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8366317288895756755</id><published>2008-08-22T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:37:51.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calling all bakers..or anyone who likes sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was watching Martha Stewart and there was a lady on there that came up with some really cute ideas for cupcakes. If you like to bake like I do check out her blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bakerella.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I might try out some of her ideas. Too cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8366317288895756755?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8366317288895756755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8366317288895756755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8366317288895756755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8366317288895756755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/calling-all-bakersor-anyone-who-likes.html' title='calling all bakers..or anyone who likes sweets'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-4680376720769442930</id><published>2008-08-15T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:14:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We went out to eat for lunch. Payton got a kid's meal that had a car for the prize. If you know my middle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;, you know she is the ultimate girlie girl. I asked her if she wanted to keep it and her first reply was no. Then after a second to consider it she changed her mind. Her reason you ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" I think I'll keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; Jacob doesn't let me play with HIS cars! That way I can have one to play with if I want." You have to imagine her sitting at the table, sassy voice, head tilted and nodding as she says it. Like I'll show Jacob not to let me play with his stuff....I'll get my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She's some thing else!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-4680376720769442930?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/4680376720769442930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=4680376720769442930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4680376720769442930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/4680376720769442930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-went-out-to-eat-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-7954289667733840537</id><published>2008-08-12T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:31:36.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Calling all cooks....I need new recipes because I'm stuck in a rut. I need good, cheap recipes that are easy to fix for a family of six. Any suggestions???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come on all you stalkers that haven't posted ( you know who I'm talking about ). I need your help....Todd and the kids would really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-7954289667733840537?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/7954289667733840537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=7954289667733840537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7954289667733840537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/7954289667733840537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-66251485563118585</id><published>2008-08-12T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:24:28.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No siblings around....blame the dog</title><content type='html'>Addi and I are in the kitchen preparing lunch. I smell an aroma that is not food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask, "Addi, did you poo-poo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply, "NOOOOO Asey!" (no, Chasey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor dog, the 18 month old is all ready blaming her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-66251485563118585?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/66251485563118585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=66251485563118585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/66251485563118585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/66251485563118585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-siblings-aroundblame-dog.html' title='No siblings around....blame the dog'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2153005890765146287</id><published>2008-08-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T08:45:26.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O.K. Todd informed me last night that the game was starting at 7pm. You ask what game??? Football of course. It is still preseason....but it doesn't matter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So from 6 until some time around 10-10:30 that is where my hubby was. In front of the TV. During commercials he would emerge from our room to refresh his drink, get a snack, or to shoo a toddler out. Addi just didn't understand why Daddy didn't want her to scream during his game. It was bedtime and she was being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; a bit honory.......oh...wait ...if you know Addi she is normally that way. But we love her any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I didn't mind that Todd was out of commission yesterday. He works hard all week and deserves a brake. He did have all 4 kids in bed with him at one time. I heard screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;, squeals, and giggles. Daddy is the official tickle monster. Jacob has started a new saying. I have no idea where he got it from. He gets in a stance and holds up his fists and tells you to"BRING IT ON!" Sometimes he just doesn't realize what he is getting himself into. Payton just loves to snuggle up next to him. Or get on his back and say"giddy up" which brings Addi to get a ride too. Mo is the wrestler.....no explaining needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So from now until the end of the season don't call Todd during any of the games, you'll have to talk to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......it's a good thing we have more than one television&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-2153005890765146287?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/2153005890765146287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=2153005890765146287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2153005890765146287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/2153005890765146287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5461462667771901045</id><published>2008-08-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:36:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is working</title><content type='html'>I have felt the need to post some thing like this lately. I think that I have started about 3 of 'em and ended up deleting them. It is hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;admit&lt;/span&gt; when you've strayed from the Lord or realized that you haven't completely been living for Him. Or that your relationship isn't where it is suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you might know about my past. That I was 11 or 12 when I asked Jesus in my heart. That it was only a few short years later that I strayed from my walk with Him. It wasn't until I was in my mid twenties that I rededicated my life to Him. I have gone to church, volunteered in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt;' Sunday school department, worked during the week at that same church and felt like I was doing God's will and obeying Him.God has just revealed to me that that isn't so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, something happened that rocked my boat and caused some waves. My faith was tested and I didn't do so well. Actually, I did HORRIBLE!! It was all about me. Why did this happen? I have done what I am suppose to do, why am I being targeted? This isn't all what I had planned, why are you letting this happen? You know I can do this ,why are you taking it away from me? Me Me Me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped cold. I stopped volunteering in SS, I stopped going to church all together. I only prayed every once in a while. My life that I thought that was so full of faith for my Father was a lie. I checked out when my world as I thought that it should be ,crumbled. I am embarrassed to confess this but feel the need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in my notice at work mainly because I felt betrayed and I had lost my passion for my job...and my home church. I know, it wasn't the right thing to do but like I said I really wasn't walking in faith. God never left me though. He was reaching out to me, through people in my life and through the Holy Spirit. I turned back to Him after months of trying to do things on my own and lots of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading scripture which wasn't something that I was dedicated to doing before. Now I realize that was some of my mistakes. How do I expect to know what God wants me to do and actually obey Him if I don't know His word?2 Timothy 3:16-17 says, &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;All scripture is inspired by God and is profitable for teaching,rebuking,correcting, for training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good ." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is a verse I need to memorize and apply to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a bible study through Priscilla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shirer&lt;/span&gt; called HE SPEAKS TO ME. She mentions how God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interrupts&lt;/span&gt; us. We don't realize that it is from God. We get irritated, frustrated because we are so focused on doing some thing that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interruption&lt;/span&gt;( hubby,child,phone,run in our hose,etc) is inconvenient and not noticed as a Godsend. As maybe a time out from God or Him redirecting us to His plan. I know that He is using my kids constantly. I get so frustrated and annoyed that I snap at them. I need to take my timeout and focus on the true important thing.THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started reading a book called Created to be his Help Meet. I haven't finished all of it and I don't necessarily agree with all of what she says. I do feel like I have neglected my family the past few years, putting my job outside my home before my husband and kids. That is my true job, taking care of Todd and making sure that he is happy and his clothes are clean and put away. Dinner is ready when he gets hungry and that the kids are taken care of. Making my husbands life less stressful. Being his Help Meet because God created woman for man not man for woman. I know that I might offend some of you, but this is my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been all kisses and hugs. We truly have struggled over the 11 years we have been together. Don't get me wrong, we love each other and know that we are meant to be together, but have had our fair share of troubles. We don't always see eye to eye on issues like finances, raising our kids, or some thing simple like what is for dinner. I never thought about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disrespectful&lt;/span&gt; I have been to him. Any time I doubted his judgement or questioned his motives. I didn't know that I was telling him that I didn't trust his ability to take care of our family. Not only was I disrespecting Todd but I was disobeying God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to learn scripture and what God says about being a help meet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, we will be blessed. I am reminded that I knew who Todd was before I married him. I fell in love with him faults and all. Instead of trying to change him.... I need to try to understand him more. To pray for wisdom which leads to understanding....and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I have been all over the place with this blog and it might not make ANY sense to you but I feel better. I have a long way to go with my walk with the Lord but I am glad that I am on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-5461462667771901045?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/5461462667771901045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=5461462667771901045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5461462667771901045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/5461462667771901045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-working.html' title='God is working'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8896356666983155939</id><published>2008-07-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:10:29.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1Fdo9F0YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oh40LsPJ2uM/s1600-h/DSC02219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911117959188866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1Fdo9F0YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oh40LsPJ2uM/s200/DSC02219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1FeAhEdAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EekpVvXC9fY/s1600-h/DSC02220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911124284109826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1FeAhEdAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EekpVvXC9fY/s200/DSC02220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1Fe97igOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NagUPMNfIas/s1600-h/DSC02223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227911140769693922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1Fe97igOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NagUPMNfIas/s200/DSC02223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jacob and Addi have been each other's only playmates recently. Here is what they were doing the other day. I never put up the playschool nativity just because the kids enjoy playing with it all year. Jacob couldn't find all of the figures so he improvised....with Addi's help. Yes, I realize that baby Jesus isn't there but J didn't forget about Him. He just couldn't find Him at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Spongebob, Sandy, a kitty from a pet shop and a kids' meal dinosaur made an appearance. Your eyes are not deceiving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1846518272140277559-8896356666983155939?l=loywilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/feeds/8896356666983155939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1846518272140277559&amp;postID=8896356666983155939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8896356666983155939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1846518272140277559/posts/default/8896356666983155939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loywilson.blogspot.com/2008/07/imagination.html' title='imagination'/><author><name>Loy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/S3NhGLLKYPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eP5BqhljsdM/S220/DSC00226.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKQ9bNBQBEM/SI1Fdo9F0YI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oh40LsPJ2uM/s72-c/DSC02219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
