tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59772923019873288532024-03-05T12:18:31.980-05:00this and thatLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-68303416608415213022011-01-26T23:13:00.000-05:002011-01-26T23:13:06.848-05:00moving on up<div align="center">Well, I'm not sure about the "up" part.</div><div align="center">But, I am moving...my blog, that is. </div><div align="center">I decided that my blog needs a fresh look and feel, something new for the new year. <br />
And try as I may, I can't get my old posts to convert to a new blog on Blogger.<br />
So,<br />
I'm moving to Wordpress. <br />
Come on over and take a look! <br />
I'm at <a href="http://snapshotsnscribbles.wordpress.com/">Snapshots & Scribbles</a>. <br />
I hope you like what you see.<br />
And don't forget to subscribe..'cuz that would really make my day! </div><div align="center"></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-38756751681404832912011-01-22T23:33:00.000-05:002011-01-22T23:33:09.008-05:00no words<div align="center">Are you ever in that crazy place where there are tons of things swirling around in your head, </div><div align="center">yet you don't have words for any of it? </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">That's me right now. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">There is so much going on, that the thought of writing about it all is overwhelming to me. </div><div align="center">There is school, which is going well, but takes a lot of discipline to stay on task.</div><div align="center">There is my <a href="http://sweetpplusthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-midst-of-storm.html">dad's health</a>, which is not looking good.</div><div align="center">There is Marko's work situation, which has recently taken a turn for the better </div><div align="center">(read: he actually has work again! Yay!).</div><div align="center">And then there's me, the very pregnant <strike>wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend</strike> woman trying to stay afloat. </div><div align="center">Some days all the balls I'm juggling seem to be made of lead.</div><div align="center">Some days I drop them. </div><div align="center">Some days I juggle them well, by the grace of God.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">And blogging, well it just seems like a chore right now. </div><div align="center">So pardon me while I take a breath. </div><div align="center">I'll be back when things calm down a bit. </div><div align="center">And I might bring some surprises back with me. </div><div align="center">So stay tuned.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-12569489729140581262011-01-01T14:21:00.000-05:002011-01-01T14:21:48.648-05:00fresh<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I don't know about you, </div><div align="center">but the first day of the new year always inspires me with fresh beginnings.</div><div align="center">I'm not a resolution maker, but the thought of a clean slate and new chalk is always exciting.</div><div align="center">The endless possibilites that lay ahead of me...</div><div align="center">New life,</div><div align="center">New friends.</div><div align="center">New opportunities.</div><div align="center">A chance to reconnect.</div><div align="center">A chance to dig deeper.</div><div align="center">A chance to be the best that I can possibly be. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;"> "No matter what a man's past may have been, his future is spotless."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">John R. Rice</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I love this quote, because it's filled with such hope and promise. </div><div align="center">A spotless future...how great does that sound?</div><div align="center">A future in which I don't yell at my kids,</div><div align="center">or get lazy about cleaning my house,</div><div align="center">or ignore the opportunity to minister to someone because of my selfishness.</div><div align="center">That's the kind of year I want 2011 to be.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So here's a challenge to myself for the new year...</div><div align="center">do the right thing,</div><div align="center">do it well, </div><div align="center">and do it cheerfully.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Happy New Year, Everyone!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-13645280887729382552010-12-30T22:18:00.000-05:002010-12-30T22:18:14.664-05:00in the midst of the storm<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Today I received some hard news. </div><div align="center">My dad (who was diagnosed with cancer in October) went in for his second surgery </div><div align="center">to remove tumors under his collarbone and on his neck. </div><div align="center">The doctors were not successful. </div><div align="center">The tumor is larger than expected and embedded in a major artery. </div><div align="center">They will not attempt another surgery. </div><div align="center">Radiation and chemo are not viable options. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Reality is setting in,</div><div align="center">my Dad will not be around forever.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I wonder how long he'll get to enjoy his new granddaughter.</div><div align="center">I wonder if he'll be here for Sam or Ava's next birthdays.</div><div align="center">I wonder if he'll enjoy another Christmas with the family. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So many thoughts are swirling through my head.</div><div align="center">So many questions that there are no answers to.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But one thing I <em><strong>do</strong></em> know.</div><div align="center">My Jesus is in control. </div><div align="center">He is my Comfort and Peace, </div><div align="center">the Arms That Will Carry Me,</div><div align="center">my Assurance and Hope. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So in this moment </div><div align="center">I will look to Him and take refuge in His strength.</div><div align="center">Tomorrow (or the next hour) has it's own troubles.</div><div align="center">But <em>right now</em> I will choose to rest in the soothing embrace of my Savior.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-47616594296451763432010-12-26T13:53:00.000-05:002010-12-26T13:53:48.623-05:00comfort and joy<div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">God rest ye merry, gentlemen</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Let nothing you dismay</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Remember, Christ, our Saviour</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Was born on Christmas day</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">To save us all from Satan's power</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">When we were gone astray</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Comfort and joy</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">In Bethlehem, in Israel,</div><div style="text-align: center;">This blessed Babe was born</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And laid within a manger</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Upon this blessed morn</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The which His Mother Mary</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Did nothing take in scorn</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Comfort and joy</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">From God our Heavenly Father</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">A blessed Angel came;</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">And unto certain Shepherds</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Brought tidings of the same:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">How that in Bethlehem was born</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">The Son of God by Name.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">O tidings of comfort and joy,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Comfort and joy</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">O tidings of comfort and joy<br />
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"Fear not then," said the Angel,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Let nothing you affright,</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This day is born a Saviour</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Of a pure Virgin bright,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">To free all those who trust in Him</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">From Satan's power and might."</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Comfort and joy</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now to the Lord sing praises,</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All you within this place,</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And with true love and brotherhood</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Each other now embrace;</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This holy tide of Christmas</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All other doth deface.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy,</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Comfort and joy</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">O tidings of comfort and joy</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wishing you and your family the Comfort and Joy that comes from our Savior!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">The other day Sam asked Marko,</div><div align="center">"Do you know why I'm a redneck and you're not?"</div><div align="center">"Um, nooo..."</div><div align="center">"Because I have camo underwear and you don't!"</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This morning was our first real "cold" day. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">After Marko went outside and declared that it was 42 degrees, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sam said, </div>"Mom, we're gonna need <em><strong>muffins</strong></em> for our hands!"<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And last, an entry from the dictionary of Sam:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong>PUMBLE</strong>: verb </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1. Strike repeatedly, typically with the fists.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As in, Sam and Marko were wrestling and Sam said, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"I'm gonna pumble you, Daddy!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-9809284502996510372010-12-04T10:18:00.000-05:002010-12-04T10:18:49.379-05:00christmas creativity<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Something about Christmas gets my creative juices flowing. </div><div align="center">I get this huge urge to craft and create, to give handmade gifts </div><div align="center">and invest time in making the perfect offering for my friends and family.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Here is the first item in a clutter of gifts I'll be making this year.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Isaiah 49:16</span></strong><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'd love to know, are you doing any crafting for Christmas this year? </div><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-20079898777124631502010-12-03T15:38:00.000-05:002010-12-03T16:38:08.814-05:00something to ponder<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OExXItDyWEY?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OExXItDyWEY?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-43673049330458969212010-11-30T23:29:00.001-05:002010-11-30T23:31:28.491-05:00tick tock<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">This week brings me to 6 months pregnant.<br />
I can't believe that I'm over half-way through with this pregnancy. </div><div align="center">I feel like I just found out yesterday that I was expecting.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Baby Girl is kicking and grooving up a storm these days. </div><div align="center">Thankfully, she settles down at night and I'm still able to get a good night's sleep.</div><div align="center">(Except for the 5 times a night I have to get up to pee!)</div><div align="center">We have decided on a name (no, I'm not telling) <br />
and it's fun to talk to/about her like a real person now,</div><div align="center">instead of referring to her as "the baby."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Sam is getting used to the idea of another sister...<br />
although he's still praying that she will come out a boy! </div><div align="center">And Ava, she's totally clueless.</div><div align="center">However, she is very, very interested in her newborn cousin.</div><div align="center">And wants to be touching and playing with her whenever she can reach the baby. <br />
So, I'm sure once her little sister arrives, Ava will be all over her! </div><div align="center">Speaking of Ava...</div><div align="center">she is walking all over the place now <br />
and tries really hard to keep up with her big brother. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Her favorite questions are, "What's that?" and "Who's that?"...</div><div align="center">questions she asks a hundred times a day!</div><div align="center">She also says, "WOW!" about anything that catches her eye. </div><div align="center"><br />
She has perfected the temper tantrum, </div><div align="center">and looks up at us out of the corner of her eye <br />
to see if we're watching her do something she knows is wrong.</div><div align="center"><br />
She is obsessed with cell phones and, if there is one in a 20 ft. radius, <br />
she will have it in her hands in 1.6 seconds. <br />
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The moment music hits her ears, she wiggles and jiggles like she's dancing for her life. <br />
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And she manages to wrap everyone around her little finger in a matter of moments.<br />
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I'm just wondering...what happened to my newborn? </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-27724479369464770152010-11-22T15:26:00.000-05:002010-11-23T13:00:39.583-05:00a reminder from the Lord<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Things are tough right now. </div><div align="center">There are unanswered questions.</div><div align="center">The path is not well marked </div><div align="center">and the way is not clear. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">It <strike>could be</strike> is easy to get discouraged and wonder </div><div align="center">"why, Lord?"</div><div align="center">But I am reminded of this verse,</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">"And those who<em> know your name</em> put their trust in you, for you, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek you." </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Psalm 9:10 </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">And what is His name?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>Protector</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><strong>Joy-Giver</strong></strong><div align="center"><strong>Provider</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Counselor</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Strength</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Comforter</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Healer</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Friend</strong></div><div align="center">just to name a few.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">He says, "I AM."</div><div align="center">So I will remember His promises. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In the storm </div><div align="center">He says, </div><div align="center">"I AM your Shelter."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In the drought,</div><div align="center">"I AM your Refreshing."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In the confusion,</div><div align="center">"I AM your Wisdom."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In the fear,</div><div align="center">"I AM your Consolation."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I have expereinced Him to be all these things.</div><div align="center">So I will trust Him once again </div><div align="center">to be who He says He is. </div><div align="center">After all, He is Good.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-34638365287527388302010-11-14T20:52:00.003-05:002010-11-14T20:54:22.930-05:00how is it<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">that I got a little girl that loves everything girly?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">At 13 months, she is completely smitten with babydolls <br />
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</div></div><div align="center">and jewelry<br />
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</div><div align="center">Not that I think there's anything wrong with this...at all.<br />
I love that she loves all these things.</div><div align="center">It's just that I was so, so different growing up. </div><div align="center">Instead of dolls, I loved drawing.</div><div align="center">Instead of baubles, I loved books.</div><div align="center">There were no frills or lace or pink (gasp!) around me if I could help it.<br />
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And now, I have a daughter, who at a very early age <br />
is showing serious signs of girliness.<br />
This is definitely a stretch for me. <br />
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God has such a sense of humor! </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-23572747949909384722010-11-09T10:26:00.001-05:002010-11-09T10:27:49.180-05:00pumpkin patch fail<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">All I wanted were a few cute pumpkin patch pictures. </div><div align="center">Is that too much to ask? </div><div align="center">Apparently my charming children thought so. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">They were bound and determined not to look my way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was like they had plotted before we even got to the pumpkin patch,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Ok, here's the plan: if mommy calls your name, look away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anywhere is fine, as long as it's <em>not at her</em>!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Like this?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"How 'bout this?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Yep, that's great! Looking down is always good too!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Man, is she gonna be frustrated, or what?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Uh oh. There's that look. We better cooperate or bad things might happen..."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Sucker...you fell for the 'ugly face'?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm still not looking!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I'll just pretend to be distracted by this pumpkin stem."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's always next year, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And adding a 7 month old to the mix is bound to make it easier...or not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-58512827712457591522010-11-08T22:11:00.000-05:002010-11-08T22:54:56.072-05:00raw(e) little<div align="center">This week's theme over at <a href="http://www.sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/">Sailor & Company</a> is </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">And since it's officially fall here in the south,</div><div align="center">I thought it would be fitting to take a photo</div><div align="center">of my itty bitty pumpkins.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Aren't they adorable?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">If you love the little stuff, take a few baby steps over to <a href="http://www.sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/">Sailor & Company</a> to see all the other itty bitty cuties. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-55527172720943496322010-11-01T13:16:00.000-04:002010-11-08T22:55:18.222-05:00take a look<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">at these incredible chalk drawings! </div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center">Yesterday I grabbed my camera and headed to the downtown Chalk Festival. </div><div align="center">A city block was closed off and over 250 street painters from around the world </div><div align="center">gathered to display their <em>amazing</em> talents! </div><div align="center">The theme this year was 'halloween' (not a fan!)</div><div align="center">but I figured there would be a huge variety of interpretations on the theme. </div><div align="center">And I was right!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love the 3-D quality of these two. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In person it seemed as if you could actually step down into them.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I think my favorite part though, was watching all the artists at work. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">What incredible talent!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">What a groovy way to spend an afternoon!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-62419309590167691992010-10-27T18:41:00.000-04:002010-11-08T22:55:37.255-05:00shocked<div align="center">Well, the results are in and it's a </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #e06666;">GIRL!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We are all shocked and surprised.</div><div align="center">Sam is a little sad. </div><div align="center">Poor guy, I know how he feels.</div><div align="center">I wanted a sister more than anything, and got a brother...twice. </div><div align="center">But time will ease the disappointment.</div><div align="center">And by the time the baby is here, he will be excited to see her.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Otherwise, she is healthy and right on target according to the ultrasound. </div><div align="center">She is very wiggly and even sucked her thumb for a second (just like her brother).</div><div align="center">Whether or not she has CF, still remains a mystery. </div><div align="center">We have opted not to do an amniocentesis (same as with Ava).</div><div align="center">But the ultrasound markers were clear, which is a good sign.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Thank You, God, for another little life!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-35308923971013628562010-10-26T23:24:00.001-04:002010-11-08T22:55:49.385-05:00tomorrow<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">is the day that I find out the sex of babe #3.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Marko and Sam are totally rooting for a boy.</div><div align="center">Honestly, I'll be surprised if it's<em> not</em> a boy. </div><div align="center">My pregnancy symptoms have almost been identical to what I had with Sam.</div><div align="center">And nothing like what I had with Ava.</div><div align="center">Sooo, we'll see.</div><div align="center">I'll keep you posted!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"> </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-85340561206650616242010-10-24T22:18:00.000-04:002010-11-08T22:56:15.487-05:00does this<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">ever happen to you? </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I had one of the best times with the Lord on Friday morning. </div><div align="center">And then, by Friday afternoon I felt like the biggest heathen ever. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Giving in to temptation,</div><div align="center">snapping at the kids,</div><div align="center">being lazy,</div><div align="center">whining, </div><div align="center">the list goes on and on!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I find myself exclaiming with the Apostle Paul.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">"Wretched person that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?"</span></div><div align="center"> (Romans 7:24)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">How can I be walking in the presence of the Lord one moment</div><div align="center">and then totally<em> not</em> walking in it the next?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The answer:</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">my choices.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">In 10 minutes </div><div align="center">I can make enough wrong choices</div><div align="center"> to take me from </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">life</span></div><div align="center">to </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">death. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">But...</div><div align="center">here is my comfort. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Jesus rescues me. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">He picks me up,</div><div align="center">brushes me off,</div><div align="center">lifts my face,</div><div align="center">and speaks tenderly to my heart.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">"I love you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Let me help you up</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">and together we can continue on."</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">O, what a wonderful Savior!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I woke up this morning with this song in my head. </div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Waiting for His touch,</div><div align="center">immersed in the shower of His presence,</div><div align="center">satisfied with nothing less than Jesus. </div><div align="center">Looking at my Savior,</div><div align="center">awed by the glory of my Lord,</div><div align="center">Face to face with Love Divine.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">What a spectacular way to start the day! </div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-28729333614384146522010-10-18T00:02:00.000-04:002010-10-18T00:02:47.150-04:00in other news<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>Alternately titled:</strong> Random thoughts that have nothing to do with each other.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Tomorrow I will be 18 weeks pregnant. </div><div align="center">Now that I am fully into my 2nd trimester, my energy has returned and my stomach has settled. </div><div align="center">My tummy is starting to pop out a bit and the maternity clothes have come out of hiding. </div><div align="center">Can I just tell you how much I love wearing maternity clothes...cute ones, anyway? </div><div align="center">I love them. </div><div align="center">I love that I can have a tummy and people look at me with a twinkle in their eye, </div><div align="center">instead of giving me the stink eye because they think I've had one too many twinkies. </div><div align="center">Just kidding. I don't <strike>really</strike> normally get the stink eye. </div><div align="center">Only if I'm walking passed a gym eating twinkies. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Sam has finally decided that he is okay with the boy name that we've most likely chosen. </div><div align="center">Whew. </div><div align="center">Now he wants to name the baby Charlotte Leah, if it's a girl. </div><div align="center">Not our first choice, but it sure beats <a href="http://sweetpplusthree.blogspot.com/2010/08/houston-we-have-problem.html">Gator</a>!</div><div align="center">Anyways, my 20 week ultrasound is coming up soon and all mysteries will be revealed. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Speaking of Sam, his mouth is healing well. </div><div align="center">He had his stitches removed yesterday, and the scabs have all fallen off. </div><div align="center">Unless I look into his mouth, I can hardly tell that he was a <a href="http://sweetpplusthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/hiatus-is-over.html">bloody mess</a> one week ago. </div><div align="center">His teeth have not shifted back into place yet, and I'm not sure that they will. </div><div align="center">I'm just happy that they are all baby teeth, that will eventually come out anyways.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Ava is taking her first steps, and will soon be on her way to full-on walking. </div><div align="center">She has also acquired several new words and has become quite a chatterbox.</div><div align="center">She is fascinated with babies (baby dolls, specifically) </div><div align="center">and anything with a face-that is smaller than her-is a "baby."</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The S.W. Florida version of fall is finally here, which means pumpkin patches and fall festivals. </div><div align="center">It also means weather that is NOT scorching hot! </div><div align="center">I'm thrilled that our highs are in the 80's and the lows are in the 60's. </div><div align="center">Outdoors, here we come!</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-84417018154254606802010-10-13T14:33:00.001-04:002010-10-13T14:36:23.890-04:00the hiatus is over<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Honestly!</div><div align="center">What a slacker I've been. </div><div align="center">I can't believe that it's been almost a month since my last "real" post.</div><div align="center">Much has happened in the past several weeks. </div><div align="center">There have been births,</div><div align="center">and birthdays,</div><div align="center">a trip to Sea World,</div><div align="center">and most recently, our first kid ER visit. </div><div align="center">(Gorey picture ahead. Consider yourself warned.)</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sam was swinging on a baby swing on the neighbor's patio (read: brick floor) </div><div align="center">Sunday afternoon, and decided to jump off of it. </div><div align="center">The landing was less than perfect and the bricks caught his fall. Heh.</div><div align="center">Marko came running into the house with him and </div><div align="center">blood</div><div align="center">was </div><div align="center">EVERYWHERE.</div><div align="center">Sam was bleeding so much that I couldn't even see inside his mouth. </div><div align="center">So, off to the ER Marko and Sam rushed.</div><div align="center">Once there, they discovered that Sam had knocked out one of his bottom teeth </div><div align="center">(not adult, thank the Lord!)</div><div align="center">and needed about 6 stitches on his lower lip.</div><div align="center">A trip to the dentist the next day revealed that there were no fractures or permanent damage to the bones in his mouth/jaw. </div><div align="center">WHEW!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Well, I guess all's well that ends well. <br />
Sam has learned his lesson, and will now be traveling the preschool circuit extolling the virtues of swing safety. </div><div align="center"></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-17747724276121830012010-10-07T22:27:00.001-04:002010-10-13T14:36:40.070-04:00happiness is...<div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
...balloons<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a ladybug smash cake,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">and turning ONE!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Ava! </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">To see what others are happy about, check out <a href="http://pastors-girl.blogspot.com/">this blog</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-80879583130468260392010-09-23T00:48:00.000-04:002010-09-23T00:48:20.810-04:00raw(e) smiles<div align="center"><br />
This week's <a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/09/rawe-smiles-and-laughter.html">RAW(e)</a> photo challenge over at <a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/">Sailor & Company</a> is <br />
SMILES & LAUGHTER<br />
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Introducing...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Miss Mischief.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have discovered something about Ava. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is FULL of mischief. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Even at 11 months, she gets that glimmer in her eye </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and I know that some naughtiness is about to happen.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can almost hear the "MUAHAHAHAHA"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">running through her little head.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is so completely different from Sam in that respect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He was my calm, totally compliant baby/toddler. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If we told him not to do something, he didn't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No questions asked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I actually thought for awhile it was because of our fabulous parenting skills. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">HA! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now I know that it was just his laid-back personality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But not his sister! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh me, Oh my!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is proving to be a little handful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And this is just the beginning...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-44597568939766224272010-09-17T23:48:00.001-04:002010-09-23T10:10:34.759-04:00i wonder<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I had my first OB appointment a couple of days ago</div><div align="center">and it got me wondering...</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...why you wait for an hour and a half to be seen for 30 mins?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...why they can't come up with a better name than "Advanced Maternal Age" </div><div align="center">to describe those of us that are over 35 and pregnant?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...why all the cute maternity clothes in the pregnancy magazines cost over $100...I mean really, for a t-shirt?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...why the office scale always says I weigh 4 lbs. more than my scale at home does?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...why "the cup" is the size of a thimble?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">...why the paper on the exam table induces butt-sweat?</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Any answers?</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10815407223291687972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977292301987328853.post-54587622756004559112010-09-14T10:00:00.003-04:002010-09-23T10:10:52.517-04:00raw(e) snacks<div align="center"><br />
I had to laugh at this week's <a href="http://sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/2010/09/rawe-snacktime.html">RAW(e)</a> photo challenge over at <a href="http://www.sailorandcompany.blogspot.com/">Sailor & Company</a>.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"> Since I've been pregnant, the only thing that consistantly sounds good to me </div><div align="center">and settles my yucky stomach is </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheez-Its.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">And what is the theme this week? </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Snacks!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">So, here are my beloved Cheez-its.</div><div align="center">Preserved for all eternity as a testimony to my pregnancy craving with babe #3.<br />
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...your entire meal is dominated by the sentence, "<em>Please</em> keep eating!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...conversations about the frequency, density and color of poop are a normal part of life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...your entire day is scheduled around breathing treatments.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...you secretly rejoice when your offspring asks for additional food.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...you feel weird giving your non-CF child food without enzymes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...the words "negative culture" are music to your ears.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">... you never thought you'd have such a dislike for the words "crackles" and "wheezing."<br />
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...you feel especially blessed that the Lord has entrusted this precious life into your hands.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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