<?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-3329774962279353743</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:17.372-08:00</updated><category term='God&apos;s greatest blessings'/><title type='text'>The Wacky Wewe's</title><subtitle type='html'>A little insight into the Wewe's world in Arizona</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8963416869517336497</id><published>2009-01-12T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:49:33.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what REALLY being tired looks like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SWvk8HZzegI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cuJGhjsPGvY/s1600-h/Bryce%27s+asleep+on+stool+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SWvk8HZzegI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cuJGhjsPGvY/s320/Bryce%27s+asleep+on+stool+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290573908707342850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture my mom sent me today.  This is my precious nephew Bryce.  He and Kailey are the same age.  This is how he fell asleep today.  Now that's tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8963416869517336497?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8963416869517336497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8963416869517336497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8963416869517336497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8963416869517336497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-what-really-being-tired-looks.html' title='This is what REALLY being tired looks like'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SWvk8HZzegI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cuJGhjsPGvY/s72-c/Bryce%27s+asleep+on+stool+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1997463218780526627</id><published>2008-12-10T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:56:24.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies with Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACphxZt2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JpTPvjaRSTQ/s1600-h/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACphxZt2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JpTPvjaRSTQ/s320/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278221675741689698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACpMrgxKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/y-UTycZFUEY/s1600-h/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACpMrgxKI/AAAAAAAAAjo/y-UTycZFUEY/s320/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278221670079841442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACoYWN_TI/AAAAAAAAAjg/v2ZS7BHfYfQ/s1600-h/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACoYWN_TI/AAAAAAAAAjg/v2ZS7BHfYfQ/s320/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278221656031886642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACnkUFcnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aZTPEyZ9E10/s1600-h/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACnkUFcnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/aZTPEyZ9E10/s320/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278221642064294514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACnbH29LI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/52FALWzwNwY/s1600-h/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACnbH29LI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/52FALWzwNwY/s320/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278221639597094066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-1997463218780526627?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1997463218780526627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1997463218780526627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1997463218780526627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1997463218780526627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookies-with-santa.html' title='Cookies with Santa'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SUACphxZt2I/AAAAAAAAAjw/JpTPvjaRSTQ/s72-c/Cookies+with+Santa+2008+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-7827795058566187544</id><published>2008-12-01T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:53:49.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Who Wouldn't Go Swimming on Thanksgiving Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRARtxwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xe7rdkGgFB8/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274911736647935938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRARtxwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xe7rdkGgFB8/s320/Thanksgiving+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRAQ6L4AmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LAmjN13_kag/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274911722798842466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRAQ6L4AmI/AAAAAAAAAjA/LAmjN13_kag/s320/Thanksgiving+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRAQWkMjQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Hxz5thXXWhE/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274911713237175554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRAQWkMjQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Hxz5thXXWhE/s320/Thanksgiving+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRAP-UEA-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/n03oL9GkSyU/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274911706727056354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRAP-UEA-I/AAAAAAAAAiw/n03oL9GkSyU/s320/Thanksgiving+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please notice, Kailey wanted the ENTIRE leg. It covered her plate. She was one happy pilgrim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-7827795058566187544?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/7827795058566187544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=7827795058566187544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7827795058566187544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7827795058566187544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-who-wouldnt-go-swimming-on.html' title='Well, Who Wouldn&apos;t Go Swimming on Thanksgiving Day?'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STRARtxwZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Xe7rdkGgFB8/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-5104055637950005144</id><published>2008-12-01T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:45:28.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case of the Missing Brownies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-tLAUkDI/AAAAAAAAAio/nwG_BT9_-rM/s1600-h/Brownies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274910009326866482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-tLAUkDI/AAAAAAAAAio/nwG_BT9_-rM/s320/Brownies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-sXJqn5I/AAAAAAAAAig/45WZ9Ebq5lA/s1600-h/Brownies+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274909995407417234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-sXJqn5I/AAAAAAAAAig/45WZ9Ebq5lA/s320/Brownies+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-rEB3rdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/mJVfnRE1384/s1600-h/Brownies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274909973094575570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-rEB3rdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/mJVfnRE1384/s320/Brownies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crime scene, the evidence and the suspect...like mother like daughter. &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/3329774962279353743-5104055637950005144?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/5104055637950005144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=5104055637950005144' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5104055637950005144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5104055637950005144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/12/case-of-missing-brownies.html' title='The Case of the Missing Brownies'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ-tLAUkDI/AAAAAAAAAio/nwG_BT9_-rM/s72-c/Brownies+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4307918984707102045</id><published>2008-12-01T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:37:01.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake Wins 2 Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ8ySTYqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4E8M9n31B-I/s1600-h/Jake+at+School+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274907898161965682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ8ySTYqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4E8M9n31B-I/s320/Jake+at+School+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ8xhVKczI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5qqEt8NqQVw/s1600-h/Jake+at+School+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274907885016085298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ8xhVKczI/AAAAAAAAAiI/5qqEt8NqQVw/s320/Jake+at+School+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake received two awards during an all school assembly recently. He got a perfect attendance award and he received the "Good Samaritan Award". I'm really proud of him for this. The Good Sam award is a citizenship award. (I know, you could have figured this out on your own.) Anyway, the teacher chooses one student from her class who shows quality qualities...he he... He is a great kid and we are very proud of him. &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/3329774962279353743-4307918984707102045?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4307918984707102045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4307918984707102045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4307918984707102045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4307918984707102045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/12/jake-wins-2-awards.html' title='Jake Wins 2 Awards'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ8ySTYqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/4E8M9n31B-I/s72-c/Jake+at+School+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-308291167549102127</id><published>2008-12-01T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:25:41.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6B-H96JI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UlNfGfwMF7A/s1600-h/Tea+Party+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904869088389266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6B-H96JI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UlNfGfwMF7A/s320/Tea+Party+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6BKs655I/AAAAAAAAAh4/1U55SfzzIFA/s1600-h/Tea+Party+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904855284737938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6BKs655I/AAAAAAAAAh4/1U55SfzzIFA/s320/Tea+Party+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6AlwuriI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W0xHAysDZPk/s1600-h/Tea+Party+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904845368602146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6AlwuriI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W0xHAysDZPk/s320/Tea+Party+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ5_mlFnAI/AAAAAAAAAho/TfXKDrwaQGw/s1600-h/Tea+Party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904828408339458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ5_mlFnAI/AAAAAAAAAho/TfXKDrwaQGw/s320/Tea+Party+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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ5_Rdo06I/AAAAAAAAAhg/xmlsKQ-vYNQ/s1600-h/Tea+Party+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274904822739948450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ5_Rdo06I/AAAAAAAAAhg/xmlsKQ-vYNQ/s320/Tea+Party+001.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;There is a historic home in the area that is generally used for weddings and such. At Christmas time, they host an abbreviated version of the nutcracker and host a tea party. It was great!! The perfect thing for a girl and her mom. &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/3329774962279353743-308291167549102127?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/308291167549102127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=308291167549102127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/308291167549102127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/308291167549102127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/STQ6B-H96JI/AAAAAAAAAiA/UlNfGfwMF7A/s72-c/Tea+Party+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-5440090143952099210</id><published>2008-10-19T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:08:11.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Of Course...</title><content type='html'>Just for a laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upstairs this evening to find a laundry basket of clean, folded clothes all over the floor.  Now, knowing my children, there was no question who had committed this crime.  The fact that a baby doll now occupied the basket sealed her fate.  When I asked her about it, and threw in a "Don't do that again" she replied with this, "BUT Mommy there were crocodiles on the floor!!".  Well of course there are...that explains it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-5440090143952099210?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/5440090143952099210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=5440090143952099210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5440090143952099210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5440090143952099210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-of-course.html' title='Well Of Course...'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1574322508795021117</id><published>2008-10-14T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:47:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weather, Great Picnics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUTaW7FV9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_LGC8I8i2r4/s1600-h/misc+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257129483575842770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUTaW7FV9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_LGC8I8i2r4/s200/misc+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUTSNMImcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/M-pSXbIqTLA/s1600-h/misc+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257129343524051394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUTSNMImcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/M-pSXbIqTLA/s200/misc+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the weather gets hot again, and since this is fall break, the kids and I packed a picnic and rode our bikes over to the park. It was great and we had a good time. And it did not take long for Kailey to crash when we got home. Kyle's taking the end of the week off so I'm sure we will have more adventures to share later. &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/3329774962279353743-1574322508795021117?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1574322508795021117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1574322508795021117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1574322508795021117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1574322508795021117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-weather-great-picnics.html' title='Great Weather, Great Picnics'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUTaW7FV9I/AAAAAAAAAYk/_LGC8I8i2r4/s72-c/misc+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8007326220134954389</id><published>2008-10-14T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:40:38.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon Naps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPURxqs1LKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/47ZCpTB1d0g/s1600-h/misc+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257127684998507682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPURxqs1LKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/47ZCpTB1d0g/s200/misc+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8007326220134954389?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8007326220134954389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8007326220134954389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8007326220134954389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8007326220134954389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-afternoon-naps.html' title='Sunday Afternoon Naps'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPURxqs1LKI/AAAAAAAAAYU/47ZCpTB1d0g/s72-c/misc+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8843186464081074783</id><published>2008-10-14T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:38:36.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardinal Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPURK6fPYrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Ogb-0IE6Fuk/s1600-h/misc+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257127019221574322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPURK6fPYrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Ogb-0IE6Fuk/s200/misc+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUPoAcbhrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/MWOWuoIxauk/s1600-h/misc+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257125320013350578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUPoAcbhrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/MWOWuoIxauk/s200/misc+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUPoIigE2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/oX_5i_4f5t4/s1600-h/misc+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257125322186298210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPUPoIigE2I/AAAAAAAAAYE/oX_5i_4f5t4/s200/misc+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have a friend who took us on a tour of the stadium where the Cardinals attempt to play football. Of course, we jumped at the chance to go. I was excited to go because it was Saturday before they hosted the beloved Cowboys on Sunday, (but let's don't discuss the outcome.) and Troy Aikman had been in the stadium on Friday. Anyway, here are the kids on the the field, in the visitors locker room and Jake in the press box. We all had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8843186464081074783?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8843186464081074783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8843186464081074783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8843186464081074783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8843186464081074783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/cardinal-stadium.html' title='Cardinal Stadium'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SPURK6fPYrI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Ogb-0IE6Fuk/s72-c/misc+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8362876771533701533</id><published>2008-10-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:15:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3gz2mkZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KmnwYoygPqU/s1600-h/Tommy+the+Tiger+and+Bryce+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621064467583378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3gz2mkZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KmnwYoygPqU/s200/Tommy+the+Tiger+and+Bryce+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3hLXIzEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/h2eK7f8ndlg/s1600-h/School+stuff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621070778059842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3hLXIzEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/h2eK7f8ndlg/s200/School+stuff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3hPumz8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/fengG4kctUQ/s1600-h/School+stuff+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621071950237634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3hPumz8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/fengG4kctUQ/s200/School+stuff+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3hRL6enI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IROcF-6BMak/s1600-h/School+stuff+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621072341596786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3hRL6enI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IROcF-6BMak/s200/School+stuff+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these pictures is of the loot Jake brought home from school today. His teacher uses a coupon system to reward behavior and for turning in homework on time, etc. At the end of every quarter, they can "buy" items with their coupons. I was really proud of the fact that he even bought something for Kailey. And it really was for K, because it was chocolate and we all know he doesn't want that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8362876771533701533?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8362876771533701533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8362876771533701533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8362876771533701533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8362876771533701533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-3gz2mkZI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KmnwYoygPqU/s72-c/Tommy+the+Tiger+and+Bryce+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8910312027705676163</id><published>2008-10-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:09:25.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jake's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-1ypLLsgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jw_iIguTses/s1600-h/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619171815502338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-1ypLLsgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jw_iIguTses/s200/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-1zcQSaWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aJCP90W1gsg/s1600-h/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619185527122274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-1zcQSaWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aJCP90W1gsg/s200/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-10mU5GQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mHLwsLGTOLI/s1600-h/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619205410658562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-10mU5GQI/AAAAAAAAAXE/mHLwsLGTOLI/s200/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-10gPLEoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Y_7jT7JR7ME/s1600-h/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619203776057986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-10gPLEoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Y_7jT7JR7ME/s200/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-11ewNKKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/f2F7l8AOKz0/s1600-h/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619220557605026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-11ewNKKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/f2F7l8AOKz0/s200/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake's birthday was on a Saturday this year, so we got to have the party on the actual day. This is the first year we've had it outside of our house. He chose an indoor amusement place and had a great time. We started the day with a treasure hunt at home for his presents from us. Kyle did a great job with writing clues to lead to the next prize/clue. They sure are lucky to have Kyle as their dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8910312027705676163?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8910312027705676163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8910312027705676163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8910312027705676163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8910312027705676163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/jakes-birthday.html' title='Jake&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-1ypLLsgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/jw_iIguTses/s72-c/Jake%27s+7th+birthday+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2255252190815247042</id><published>2008-10-10T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:59:36.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts and Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-0E1dN9ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/H0Sq1bwgtVQ/s1600-h/School+stuff+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255617285326763410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-0E1dN9ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/H0Sq1bwgtVQ/s200/School+stuff+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-yYTrtvmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EgmLZObvMsg/s1600-h/art+projects+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255615420834889314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-yYTrtvmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EgmLZObvMsg/s200/art+projects+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-yYg2Q4uI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7IXfxsD-WIA/s1600-h/art+projects+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255615424368796386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-yYg2Q4uI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7IXfxsD-WIA/s200/art+projects+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-yY9R3dgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qGJMbg4KES8/s1600-h/art+projects+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255615432000763394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-yY9R3dgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qGJMbg4KES8/s200/art+projects+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some art projects Kailey's done at school and Jake did the foot art for his class. Both kids also ended up being the superstar student of their class on the same week. I've scaled it WAY back from last years poster. Anyway, enjoy&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/3329774962279353743-2255252190815247042?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2255252190815247042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2255252190815247042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2255252190815247042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2255252190815247042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/10/arts-and-crafts.html' title='Arts and Crafts'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SO-0E1dN9ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/H0Sq1bwgtVQ/s72-c/School+stuff+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2175869487514522587</id><published>2008-09-22T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:47:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in Case Anyone is Stilling Checking in on Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguDsl2qXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UyPj8_qKcyM/s1600-h/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248996006744729970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguDsl2qXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UyPj8_qKcyM/s200/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguEPIGVkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7Ust9HBxZXs/s1600-h/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248996016015169090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguEPIGVkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7Ust9HBxZXs/s200/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguEUGxTnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZXwNQBCeiiU/s1600-h/S5008093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248996017351773810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguEUGxTnI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZXwNQBCeiiU/s200/S5008093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguEm5AlBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/naEMqcWoabw/s1600-h/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248996022394328082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguEm5AlBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/naEMqcWoabw/s200/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 1st day of school pictures. 1st grade (CHOKE!) and preschool. They both love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also included a picture of all the kids at a Diamondbacks game.  The suite is the way to go.  And one picture of the kids with my nephew, Bryce.  My sister says he has the facebook picture down pat.  Ha Ha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you do still check this blog, please comment so I can know if I should continue posting, or just give up. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2175869487514522587?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2175869487514522587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2175869487514522587' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2175869487514522587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2175869487514522587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-in-case-anyone-is-stilling.html' title='Just in Case Anyone is Stilling Checking in on Us'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SNguDsl2qXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UyPj8_qKcyM/s72-c/First+day+of+1st+grade+and+preschool+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-5335892757014245259</id><published>2008-06-28T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:19:31.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil Made me Do It!!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those times in your life when you step back and say, "Shoot, he got me again!"  Satan works his way into our lives and is so stinkin' sneaky about it.  He destroys relationships and self-esteem.  I am such a sinner and need God every day.  Some days just seem harder than others.  Today was one of those days - a hard one.  Satan won the round, but good news - Christ won the war!  Thank goodness for that, tomorrow is another day.  I just wish people could forgive like God does.   In the words of one of the greatest authors of all times, " The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."  My prayer is that tomorrow will be better than today, that I will learn the lesson God is teaching me so I don't have to repeat it.  May my steps  be worship, and may my thoughts be praise!  (Totally stole that last sentence.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-5335892757014245259?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/5335892757014245259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=5335892757014245259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5335892757014245259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5335892757014245259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/devil-made-me-do-it.html' title='The Devil Made me Do It!!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8580844974412109945</id><published>2008-06-19T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:58:35.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anniversary Post</title><content type='html'>This is a little late, but that does not change it's importance.  Kyle and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary at the beginning of this month.  Man how time flies (sp?).  But on the other hand, it seems like we've been together forever.  Parts of our life are a haze and memories blend together.  One thing remains the same. We are in this together, forever.  No if, ands, or buts about it.   I wish I could sit here and say that it's been a cake walk.  That our life has been easy and that our marriage has been blissful.  But I won't.  That's not true and it's not realistic.  I can say one thing.  I thank God every day that he gave me Kyle.  A man who not only loves God, but has a personal relationship with him.  A man who seeks God and wants to do His will.  Because, you see, our marriage is not perfect.  If it were, where would God fit in?  Who would need him.  Neither of us are perfect.  That leaves plenty of room for God.  Over the years, we have learned that God is truly at the center of our life together.  Without Him, who knows were we'd be.  The one truth that has not changed since the day we said "I DO" is the fact that we both made a promise to God that we would be together until death parted us.  And during the trials we've endured, that point has been made plainly clear.  No matter what happens, we're stickin'.  Without those trials, we might not be sure of the other's commitment.  So, in a way, I understand, "Count it pure joy, when you endure trials..."  because that is how our faith is made strong.  I would not trade a day, good or bad, of this marriage.  It has made us who we are and solidified our commitment to each other.    I love Kyle more than words can say and couldn't imagine my life without him.  (He never reads this, so this isn't for him.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8580844974412109945?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8580844974412109945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8580844974412109945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8580844974412109945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8580844974412109945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/anniversary-post.html' title='The Anniversary Post'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2055246419568283691</id><published>2008-06-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:06:55.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What Came in the Mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNCsrfEq9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/fckN4peExms/s1600-h/The+knight+and+the+princess+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211582529152527314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNCsrfEq9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/fckN4peExms/s200/The+knight+and+the+princess+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNCtV7xThI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5-nNyCknM3w/s1600-h/The+knight+and+the+princess+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211582540547182098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNCtV7xThI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5-nNyCknM3w/s200/The+knight+and+the+princess+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Ginger sent Kailey her birthday present in the mail. (YES, we are all aware that it is almost 2 months late, but we don't mind. ;) ) Aunt GIN-GER (must be said in a sing-song voice) knows what a girl wants. The shoes pretty much sealed the deal. Kailey is actually wearing every last piece of clothing/accessory that came in the box. That included a mix of a ballerina and a princess outfit. So, the skirt is double layered. One connected to the ballerina tu-tu and one that is independent. So funny. She wore the earrings and ring to Target today. She is in hog heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2055246419568283691?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2055246419568283691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2055246419568283691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2055246419568283691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2055246419568283691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-what-came-in-mail.html' title='Look What Came in the Mail!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNCsrfEq9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/fckN4peExms/s72-c/The+knight+and+the+princess+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-7322314120899047046</id><published>2008-06-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:55:54.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy Lou Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAfdrdU5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Qb-oadJxSck/s1600-h/The+knight+and+the+princess+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580103084823442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAfdrdU5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Qb-oadJxSck/s200/The+knight+and+the+princess+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAgJQ48jI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9KkDtyn6OPE/s1600-h/The+knight+and+the+princess+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580114784547378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAgJQ48jI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9KkDtyn6OPE/s200/The+knight+and+the+princess+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAg3oSG-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/KGGfAhhQ7ZU/s1600-h/The+knight+and+the+princess+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211580127230696418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAg3oSG-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/KGGfAhhQ7ZU/s200/The+knight+and+the+princess+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids came down stairs after their baths just a giggling away. This is what had happened. Kyle did it. He is so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-7322314120899047046?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/7322314120899047046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=7322314120899047046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7322314120899047046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7322314120899047046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/cindy-lou-who.html' title='Cindy Lou Who'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFNAfdrdU5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Qb-oadJxSck/s72-c/The+knight+and+the+princess+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-3912596169006544075</id><published>2008-06-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:49:02.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Love Teenagers...and They Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgru6ghMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tO90JR9uUXU/s1600-h/Toliet+Paper+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgsphci7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/FSAMO6_XxHA/s1600-h/Toliet+Paper+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211052564021021618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgsphci7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/FSAMO6_XxHA/s200/Toliet+Paper+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgs5RPFLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CMY57TT08QM/s1600-h/Toliet+Paper+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211052568247997618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgs5RPFLI/AAAAAAAAAUs/CMY57TT08QM/s200/Toliet+Paper+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgtDMO_EI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HEtmWeLt7P8/s1600-h/Toliet+Paper+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211052570911374402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgtDMO_EI/AAAAAAAAAU0/HEtmWeLt7P8/s200/Toliet+Paper+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens to your house. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-3912596169006544075?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/3912596169006544075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=3912596169006544075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3912596169006544075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3912596169006544075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-love-teenagersand-they-love.html' title='When You Love Teenagers...and They Love You'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SFFgsphci7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/FSAMO6_XxHA/s72-c/Toliet+Paper+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-306619978146144613</id><published>2008-06-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:50:13.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This was on my calendar and I thought it was worth sharing:  God always gives the best to those who leave the choice with Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hard one for me.  Anyone else have any thoughts on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-306619978146144613?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/306619978146144613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=306619978146144613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/306619978146144613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/306619978146144613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-60620347801315318</id><published>2008-06-10T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:14:32.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fed My Children Popcorn for Breakfast</title><content type='html'>That is o.k., right?  Harkins Movies has a summer movie program.  They show a kid movie 1x a day at 9:45 every week day morning.  We need to leave at 9a.m.  We are not, I repeat not, morning people.  So that leads us to the logical conclusion:  Popcorn for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-60620347801315318?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/60620347801315318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=60620347801315318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/60620347801315318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/60620347801315318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-fed-my-children-popcorn-for-breakfast.html' title='I Fed My Children Popcorn for Breakfast'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1184624236952944499</id><published>2008-06-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:16:41.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoITkIr_6I/AAAAAAAAATg/fLUr1DNS7H8/s1600-h/Jake+at+school+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208985051218050978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoITkIr_6I/AAAAAAAAATg/fLUr1DNS7H8/s200/Jake+at+school+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoIUDhccAI/AAAAAAAAATo/Jbx8KU9EZUk/s1600-h/Jake+at+school+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208985059643387906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoIUDhccAI/AAAAAAAAATo/Jbx8KU9EZUk/s200/Jake+at+school+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoIU6a_r6I/AAAAAAAAATw/b_sbnEVMTQo/s1600-h/Jake+at+school+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208985074380287906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoIU6a_r6I/AAAAAAAAATw/b_sbnEVMTQo/s200/Jake+at+school+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoIVhZDAoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Xuc1KFTV3_M/s1600-h/Jake+at+school+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208985084841099906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoIVhZDAoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Xuc1KFTV3_M/s200/Jake+at+school+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake has successfully completed kindergarten. It is bitter sweet for me. I was fortunate to have him in a half day kindergarten, so he was still home most of the day. With the start of 1st grade, I realize he will be gone for most of the day. I'm really going to miss him. Of course, I thank God every day that he is growing and healthy. I realize it is a blessing that he is developing and moving on. If he weren't, there would be a problem and I would never wish for that. Here are some pictures of him with his teacher, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wornick&lt;/span&gt;. The aid, Mrs. Ford. With his certificate he got at their little graduation ceremony. Kindergarten got off to a rocky start, but went so much better than I could have hoped for. It has given him a love a school and for that, I am truly grateful. It was some crazy weather on the last day. At the beginning of the week we were at 100 degrees. (Not uncommon for us.) But that Thursday night a storm blew in. (VERY uncommon for us.) Friday the high was in the low 60's. We all had to wear long sleeves and I had to dig out jackets. Crazy. Friday morning, the teacher had set up a breakfast before the graduation ceremony. Then they had their last chapel of the year. What I failed to mention was that we had been out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;galavanting&lt;/span&gt; the night before. Thursday happened to be high school graduation, and since Kyle was out of town, the kids and I went and did the youth minister thing and partied like it was 1999. Kailey was worn to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frazzle&lt;/span&gt;, but kept in together pretty well...until we got home. The picture tells the story. This is how I found her in the den, on the floor, asleep...naked...go figure. I promise I was not out of the room that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-1184624236952944499?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1184624236952944499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1184624236952944499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1184624236952944499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1184624236952944499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-days-of-kindergarten.html' title='Last Days of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoITkIr_6I/AAAAAAAAATg/fLUr1DNS7H8/s72-c/Jake+at+school+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8967412054610208653</id><published>2008-06-06T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:52:13.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Sightings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoF1nUQxqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/psN2MtPpqP4/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208982337652573858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoF1nUQxqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/psN2MtPpqP4/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoF2P_ryoI/AAAAAAAAATY/9RnTxNnMGtw/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208982348572117634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoF2P_ryoI/AAAAAAAAATY/9RnTxNnMGtw/s200/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dear friend Karen gave Kailey a Dora Dance pad for her 3rd birthday. It's like Dance Dance revolution for the toddler set. It came complete with pad, maracas, and a Dora costume. You plug in the DVD and dance your heart out. She loves it, but insists on wearing the whole get up for the adventure. Jake, on the other hand, believes it is hilarious to wear the glasses and side burns that go with Kyle's Elvis costume. Who needs Hollywood? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8967412054610208653?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8967412054610208653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8967412054610208653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8967412054610208653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8967412054610208653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/celebrity-sightings.html' title='Celebrity Sightings...'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoF1nUQxqI/AAAAAAAAATQ/psN2MtPpqP4/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4343591850711917175</id><published>2008-06-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:44:54.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog.  Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoEDN7_l-I/AAAAAAAAATA/9Y-xflNT4U8/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208980372334811106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoEDN7_l-I/AAAAAAAAATA/9Y-xflNT4U8/s200/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoEDmencbI/AAAAAAAAATI/0HsOiRuDBXQ/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208980378922480050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoEDmencbI/AAAAAAAAATI/0HsOiRuDBXQ/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother-in law got on to me, and she told me it was time to update the site. I did not realize how long it had been since the last post. I'm sure you are all biting your nails to see what's been going on at the Wewe house. Well lots of things. I'll break them down to different post, but to start, summer is here, so that means swimming almost everyday. Here are the kids catchin' some rays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-4343591850711917175?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4343591850711917175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4343591850711917175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4343591850711917175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4343591850711917175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/06/long-time-no-blog-sorry.html' title='Long Time, No Blog.  Sorry'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SEoEDN7_l-I/AAAAAAAAATA/9Y-xflNT4U8/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-5799172542121702118</id><published>2008-04-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:01:34.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailey Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>Wow, as I sit to write this post, I'm overcome with emotion. So much happiness and a little sadness at how fast time is passing. Kailey, you are such a firecracker. So much curiosity, energy and spirit. You fear nothing and can conquer everything. My life has been so blessed with your presence. You have stretched me to the limits, and taught me more about parenting than I ever could have imagined. Life is so much more fun because of you. You love deeply and are already passionate at your tender age. You are tender and tough. You stir my spirit with the praise songs you sing all day. I love the fact that you are so much like your dad. I also love the fact that you love to hear me say, "You rock, Kailey!". I pray this blessing for you and your life: May the Lord find favor in you. May you always hunger to know Him and have a heart that seeks Him. May you be blessed with health and happiness. I love you Kailey, and can't image life with out you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-5799172542121702118?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/5799172542121702118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=5799172542121702118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5799172542121702118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/5799172542121702118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/kailey-elizabeth.html' title='Kailey Elizabeth'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1284486158813166517</id><published>2008-04-23T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:38:28.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAct1KqUwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ptfb-vKwt5c/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681944049668866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAct1KqUwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ptfb-vKwt5c/s200/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAculKqUxI/AAAAAAAAASY/XTVDxBFpDi8/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681956934570770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAculKqUxI/AAAAAAAAASY/XTVDxBFpDi8/s200/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcvFKqUyI/AAAAAAAAASg/82mSD17ORik/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681965524505378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcvFKqUyI/AAAAAAAAASg/82mSD17ORik/s200/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcvlKqUzI/AAAAAAAAASo/LhLqZns3LMs/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681974114439986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcvlKqUzI/AAAAAAAAASo/LhLqZns3LMs/s200/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-1284486158813166517?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1284486158813166517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1284486158813166517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1284486158813166517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1284486158813166517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAct1KqUwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ptfb-vKwt5c/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1150512633740579407</id><published>2008-04-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:35:21.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailey turns 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAb_VKqUrI/AAAAAAAAARo/vSorCTS097g/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681145185751730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAb_VKqUrI/AAAAAAAAARo/vSorCTS097g/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAb_1KqUsI/AAAAAAAAARw/r6b3c80tYRI/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681153775686338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAb_1KqUsI/AAAAAAAAARw/r6b3c80tYRI/s200/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcAlKqUtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/14Q8kORZ8r8/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681166660588242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcAlKqUtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/14Q8kORZ8r8/s200/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcA1KqUuI/AAAAAAAAASA/SDxihKcE6W8/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681170955555554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcA1KqUuI/AAAAAAAAASA/SDxihKcE6W8/s200/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcBVKqUvI/AAAAAAAAASI/g4ZCThvLqOQ/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192681179545490162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAcBVKqUvI/AAAAAAAAASI/g4ZCThvLqOQ/s200/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can not believe what I just wrote, but it is true. My baby is three years old. She got to choose where to go to eat, Chuck E. Cheese, and then we came home for cupcakes and candles. Kyle and I decided to get her a little playhouse to put outside. Jake and Kyle went to pick it up on Monday and then spent this afternoon setting it up. I'm not sure who was more excited about it, her or Jake, because he got to be such a big part of the surprise. Kyle did a beautiful job of creating a little play area for them in the corner of the yard. He bought them a tree swing. Then on Monday he cut back the limbs to make everything fit perfectly under the tree. He also laid out a brick foundation and created a little flower garden just for the new "club house." He is such a great girl's dad. We also moved the sand box over to the same area of the yard so that they have their own little oasis. (DISCLAIMER: When I use the term 'we' I mean Kyle.) We are going to have a small party on Saturday, so come back for those pictures. One little note. I guess the house needed some plumbing work done, but it's ok, Kailey got it taken care of. (This is one slight problem we have now that there is no diaper to keep the pants up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-1150512633740579407?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1150512633740579407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1150512633740579407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1150512633740579407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1150512633740579407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/kailey-turns-3.html' title='Kailey turns 3'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAb_VKqUrI/AAAAAAAAARo/vSorCTS097g/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-7188240094262809620</id><published>2008-04-23T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:22:06.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Happy Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAYbVKqUqI/AAAAAAAAARg/YZ-SyD9zFN0/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192677228175577762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAYbVKqUqI/AAAAAAAAARg/YZ-SyD9zFN0/s200/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what happiness looks like. &lt;/strong&gt; Guess who's potty trained???!!! That's right folks, we are officially diaper free.  Kailey gave us the hint. Last week, yes last week...(read, it took less than a week to do this) she started going to sit on the potty and pee-pee after Kyle got her out of the bath. So after three straight days of this, I decided, the time had come and we were going full panties. The first day was great. She was on the potty every ten minutes. When she got done, a loud announcement came. "Come see what I did!" The first two days, she didn't do so well on outings, but after that...beautiful. I can hear the money from diapers we no longer have to buy just pouring into our account. We even made it under the three year birthday mark. Thank goodness for kids who are willing to potty train themselves. Easy breezy lemon squeezy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-7188240094262809620?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/7188240094262809620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=7188240094262809620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7188240094262809620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7188240094262809620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-happy-mommy.html' title='A Very Happy Mommy'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAYbVKqUqI/AAAAAAAAARg/YZ-SyD9zFN0/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-452589006467001084</id><published>2008-04-23T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:10:32.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One bites the dust...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAWMFKqUnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IWfBvIBSOvY/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192674767159317106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAWMFKqUnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IWfBvIBSOvY/s200/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAWM1KqUoI/AAAAAAAAARY/caCJsGXCsVE/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192674780044219010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAWM1KqUoI/AAAAAAAAARY/caCJsGXCsVE/s200/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake may not have too many teeth left at the rate he's going. This one was a lot less stressful than the last one. We talked him into letting Kyle pull it. It went something like this: "OW!! Hey, were did it go?" Not bad. The best part, neither son nor dad is mad at mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-452589006467001084?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/452589006467001084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=452589006467001084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/452589006467001084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/452589006467001084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One bites the dust...'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SBAWMFKqUnI/AAAAAAAAARQ/IWfBvIBSOvY/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2336882892962486143</id><published>2008-04-08T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:30:52.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy strikes the Wewe house and, and I still win the Mom of theYear Award</title><content type='html'>Here it is, the tooth is gone, but there is &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xP-Rch8lI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rpN2hylE-kQ/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187108802077520466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xP-Rch8lI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rpN2hylE-kQ/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a story that goes along with it.  On Tuesday evenings, we host a small group bible study in our house.  After school, things get a little hectic on these days.  Today was no exception.  When we got home from school, I put Kailey down for a nap, went downstairs and began getting ready for this evening.  Jake got to watch 30 minutes of T.V. and then it was on to homework.  In the course of beginning homework, he mentioned he would like a snack and could he have an apple.  Well, (now this is were the mother of the year and wife of the year award come in to play) I didn't think anything of it and said, "SURE!" So, homework begins and so does the snacking.  I on the other hand, am cleaning up the kitchen, not paying much attention.  I look over, to see him chewing on the side of his mouth.  I also notice a gaping hole in the front.  SO... I say, "Jake, your tooth is gone.  Is it in your mouth?"  To which he replies, "WHAAAAAAAAA!!!"  He starts checking his apple, but is crying so hard.  He did NOT want to swallow that tooth.  BUT...it just got worse.  I called Kyle, and said "Jake has something he wants to tell you. " To which Kyle says, "MARNA!"  I tried to defend myself by telling him I didn't pull it, but apparently that doesn't ease the blow of not being able to be here for the event or for not having the tooth to hold on to.  I have evidently failed everyone but Kailey, who could care less.   After much consolation, we convinced him he could leave a note for the tooth fairy.  That I will be able to keep.  Now for some interpretation,  the note reads, " I accidentally swallowed my tooth.  I ate an apple."  Notice the drawing of the tooth going from the mouth to the belly.  Wow, what a day.  What a gamut of  emotions.  There is something so grown up about losing teeth.  Not sure I'm ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xP-xch8mI/AAAAAAAAARA/2z1BZGmiiOs/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187108810667455074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xP-xch8mI/AAAAAAAAARA/2z1BZGmiiOs/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2336882892962486143?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2336882892962486143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2336882892962486143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2336882892962486143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2336882892962486143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/tragedy-strikes-wewe-house-and-and-i.html' title='Tragedy strikes the Wewe house and, and I still win the Mom of theYear Award'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xP-Rch8lI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/rpN2hylE-kQ/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2348317943745889998</id><published>2008-04-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:11:09.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot the tooth, pardon me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rh_Bch8kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cqw1ydEIVeQ/s1600-h/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186706393706656322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rh_Bch8kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cqw1ydEIVeQ/s200/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the tooth.  He's pushing on it with his tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2348317943745889998?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2348317943745889998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2348317943745889998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2348317943745889998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2348317943745889998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-forgot-tooth-pardon-me.html' title='I forgot the tooth, pardon me...'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rh_Bch8kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Cqw1ydEIVeQ/s72-c/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-6944546411896943116</id><published>2008-04-07T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:55:05.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose tooth, playdough penguins and 3D movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPRch8gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/he3bBIwvTh8/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186694578251624962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPRch8gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/he3bBIwvTh8/s200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPhch8hI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8GncQgtp3Oc/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186694582546592274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPhch8hI/AAAAAAAAAQY/8GncQgtp3Oc/s200/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPxch8iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/81BNzIcw-O4/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186694586841559586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPxch8iI/AAAAAAAAAQg/81BNzIcw-O4/s200/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXQhch8jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/03GbiOA1-J8/s1600-h/S5007464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186694599726461490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXQhch8jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/03GbiOA1-J8/s200/S5007464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some random pictures of the kiddos. Jake is about to lose his first baby tooth and I wanted to get a picture of it before it goes. I'll post new ones when it's gone. If it wouldn't freak him out, (and qualify me for mom of the year) I would go ahead and pull it, but he will, so I won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-6944546411896943116?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/6944546411896943116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=6944546411896943116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/6944546411896943116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/6944546411896943116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/loose-tooth-playdough-penguins-and-3d.html' title='Loose tooth, playdough penguins and 3D movies'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rXPRch8gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/he3bBIwvTh8/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-3486930909351474688</id><published>2008-04-07T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:33:16.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know the desert has a "Botanical Gardens"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xVAhch8nI/AAAAAAAAARI/Jv_S5OQ9KnA/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187114338290365042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xVAhch8nI/AAAAAAAAARI/Jv_S5OQ9KnA/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUShch8bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/j2FdjxyAgD4/s1600-h/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691335551316402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUShch8bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/j2FdjxyAgD4/s200/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUTBch8cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Tr0osvg92bg/s1600-h/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691344141251010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUTBch8cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Tr0osvg92bg/s200/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUTRch8dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LErD-9GU91c/s1600-h/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691348436218322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUTRch8dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LErD-9GU91c/s200/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUThch8eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fSSxcpUwaVY/s1600-h/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691352731185634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUThch8eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/fSSxcpUwaVY/s200/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUUBch8fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/M8QrkyOQdM0/s1600-h/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691361321120242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rUUBch8fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/M8QrkyOQdM0/s200/Field+Trip+to+Botanical+Gardens+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a field trip, Jake's Kindergarten class went to the Botanical Gardens. Now don't let the pictures fool you, all of the butterflies were in a special butterfly garden that was enclosed. It was a really beautiful day and was perfect for being outside. The best part was it's just down the road from Kyle's office and he was able to join us for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-3486930909351474688?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/3486930909351474688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=3486930909351474688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3486930909351474688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3486930909351474688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-know-desert-has-botanical.html' title='Did you know the desert has a &quot;Botanical Gardens&quot;?'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_xVAhch8nI/AAAAAAAAARI/Jv_S5OQ9KnA/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8823436779992978054</id><published>2008-04-07T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:06:03.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent Service,  Yeah you heard me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSCBch8XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HvUkT_Jypzo/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186688853060219250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSCBch8XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HvUkT_Jypzo/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSChch8YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0xe8kJ9atj0/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186688861650153858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSChch8YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0xe8kJ9atj0/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSCxch8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hWyeQBdIwEg/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186688865945121170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSCxch8ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hWyeQBdIwEg/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSDBch8aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XCzE8EkJX9g/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186688870240088482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSDBch8aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XCzE8EkJX9g/s200/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny coming from a good ole CofC kinda girl like me. Jake's goes to a Lutheran school, so he was part of the "preservice music for one of the Lent services." They sang some really great songs that actually brought tears to my eyes. My little boy is growing up! Such a kind spirit he has. I'm so proud of who he is.   Although, I'm not sure how the church felt about Jake using their "baptismal fount" as an arm rest.  Hey, you can't blame the kid, we meet at a school and don't even have a regular baptistery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8823436779992978054?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8823436779992978054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8823436779992978054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8823436779992978054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8823436779992978054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/lent-service-yeah-you-heard-me.html' title='Lent Service,  Yeah you heard me!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rSCBch8XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HvUkT_Jypzo/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-7154802726254257286</id><published>2008-04-07T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T18:55:44.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPKhch8SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YtOj8SU_TyU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPKhch8SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YtOj8SU_TyU/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186685700554223906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPKxch8TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c3mHr78Ag1I/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPKxch8TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c3mHr78Ag1I/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186685704849191218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPLRch8UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/USZ176l20-Y/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPLRch8UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/USZ176l20-Y/s200/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186685713439125826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPLhch8VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O8Xiov1kDzc/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPLhch8VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O8Xiov1kDzc/s200/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186685717734093138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPLxch8WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/caFmWK95S6g/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPLxch8WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/caFmWK95S6g/s200/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186685722029060450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to catch up on.  Here are pictures of our trip to Tx.  Some are of the kids with my nephew Bryce and my cousins little girl, Savannah.  One picture is of me and my mom, and my sister.  I love this picture SO MUCH, because I love them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-7154802726254257286?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/7154802726254257286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=7154802726254257286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7154802726254257286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7154802726254257286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R_rPKhch8SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YtOj8SU_TyU/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8275696781720473819</id><published>2008-03-12T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:16:38.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on... there's still more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyOnip6hI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QZMgR9FqUX8/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyOnip6hI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QZMgR9FqUX8/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013367120456210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyPHip6iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ix3N1tY5f6Y/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyPHip6iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ix3N1tY5f6Y/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013375710390818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyR3ip6jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_TxmVf52ss0/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyR3ip6jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/_TxmVf52ss0/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013422955031090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyTHip6kI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TzSa2Lp_qas/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyTHip6kI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TzSa2Lp_qas/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013444429867586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyUHip6lI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AQpPpyb0nIU/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyUHip6lI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AQpPpyb0nIU/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013461609736786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8275696781720473819?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8275696781720473819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8275696781720473819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8275696781720473819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8275696781720473819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/03/hold-on-theres-still-more.html' title='Hold on... there&apos;s still more'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hyOnip6hI/AAAAAAAAAN4/QZMgR9FqUX8/s72-c/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4518231744746687432</id><published>2008-03-12T17:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:12:00.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures of our Fab Vaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw9nip6cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/m7gagpTw5rg/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw9nip6cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/m7gagpTw5rg/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177011975551052226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw-Xip6dI/AAAAAAAAANY/5hfTw4hfEAc/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw-Xip6dI/AAAAAAAAANY/5hfTw4hfEAc/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177011988435954130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw_Hip6eI/AAAAAAAAANg/nCYC18xB6i0/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw_Hip6eI/AAAAAAAAANg/nCYC18xB6i0/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177012001320856034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw_nip6fI/AAAAAAAAANo/myZKVd31TiI/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw_nip6fI/AAAAAAAAANo/myZKVd31TiI/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177012009910790642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hxAXip6gI/AAAAAAAAANw/f0pwwGE2bek/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hxAXip6gI/AAAAAAAAANw/f0pwwGE2bek/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177012022795692546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-4518231744746687432?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4518231744746687432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4518231744746687432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4518231744746687432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4518231744746687432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-pictures-of-our-fab-vaca.html' title='More pictures of our Fab Vaca'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hw9nip6cI/AAAAAAAAANQ/m7gagpTw5rg/s72-c/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-3549453895271678126</id><published>2008-03-12T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:02:05.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALOHA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huvXip6WI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XMqaPAXAwp4/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huvXip6WI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XMqaPAXAwp4/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177009531714660706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huxnip6XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JvZ7t8fTR3I/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huxnip6XI/AAAAAAAAAMo/JvZ7t8fTR3I/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177009570369366386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huy3ip6YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WKODsDSl450/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huy3ip6YI/AAAAAAAAAMw/WKODsDSl450/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177009591844202882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hu0Hip6ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7xaDgFNC5wE/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hu0Hip6ZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7xaDgFNC5wE/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177009613319039378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hu1Hip6aI/AAAAAAAAANA/N4morayieTo/s1600-h/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9hu1Hip6aI/AAAAAAAAANA/N4morayieTo/s200/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177009630498908578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that it's been so long, folks...I'm sure you are all holding your breath to see what earth changing events have been happening at the Wewe house as of late. Well, wait no longer! Actually, life has been good here. God afforded us the opportunity to take a wonderful trip to Maui. (DISCLAIMER: SHAMELESS BRAGGING ABOUT TO BEGIN.) In October of 06', Kyle took a sales position within Avaya. At the end of Sept. of '07, he had done SO WELL, that he was one of their top sales guys IN THE NATION. So, because of his hard work, the company gave him a trip to Maui. It was wonderful and very much deserved. I will on any day of the week, pit Kyle's drive and work ethic against anyones. Avaya would do well to have 4 or 5 more Kyle's on their team. Any company would. The best part is that Kyle knows what's important. Avaya pays the bills, but Kyle works for the church as the youth minister also. He works just as hard for Gateway c of C, if not harder. God is already saying, "Well done my good and faithful servant." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was generous enough to fly out and stay with the kids while we were gone. She did the whole school and church thing and kept the house running like a fine oiled machine. No one missed a beat. We talked to the kids every night, but they only wanted to know what we were bringing them. Did not miss us in the least! Any way, here are some pictures of us, Hawaii, and the kids with Mimi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-3549453895271678126?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/3549453895271678126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=3549453895271678126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3549453895271678126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3549453895271678126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/03/aloha.html' title='ALOHA!!!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R9huvXip6WI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XMqaPAXAwp4/s72-c/Vacation-+Hawaii+Feb.++08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1710388652829501337</id><published>2008-02-14T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:49:15.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3FzMg3VI/AAAAAAAAALk/uhwvjYQoJ9s/s1600-h/S5007525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3FzMg3VI/AAAAAAAAALk/uhwvjYQoJ9s/s320/S5007525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166955982770724178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3GzMg3WI/AAAAAAAAALs/YnG_ZMvbp0E/s1600-h/S5007526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3GzMg3WI/AAAAAAAAALs/YnG_ZMvbp0E/s320/S5007526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166955999950593378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3HTMg3XI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XN53NqLDO1Q/s1600-h/S5007527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3HTMg3XI/AAAAAAAAAL0/XN53NqLDO1Q/s320/S5007527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166956008540527986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3HjMg3YI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9sd68MAEiJY/s1600-h/S5007528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3HjMg3YI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9sd68MAEiJY/s320/S5007528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166956012835495298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3IDMg3ZI/AAAAAAAAAME/lkcHq03iXJA/s1600-h/S5007529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3IDMg3ZI/AAAAAAAAAME/lkcHq03iXJA/s320/S5007529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166956021425429906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Valentine's Day!  Here is Jake delivering valentines to his classmates.  They all were so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-1710388652829501337?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1710388652829501337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1710388652829501337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1710388652829501337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1710388652829501337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S3FzMg3VI/AAAAAAAAALk/uhwvjYQoJ9s/s72-c/S5007525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2519871386091884017</id><published>2008-02-14T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:51:32.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S1TTMg3UI/AAAAAAAAALc/76XKf56eqU0/s1600-h/S5007522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S1TTMg3UI/AAAAAAAAALc/76XKf56eqU0/s320/S5007522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166954015675702594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Jake's school celebrated love week.  Everyday, they brought in something they loved.  One day was the game they love, one day the stuff animal, etc,etc.  Well, Thurday was the outfit you love, and here is what he chose.  I'm so glad that there's still a strong sense of Texas in that boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2519871386091884017?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2519871386091884017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2519871386091884017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2519871386091884017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2519871386091884017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-week.html' title='Love Week'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S1TTMg3UI/AAAAAAAAALc/76XKf56eqU0/s72-c/S5007522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8182121711413790817</id><published>2008-02-14T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:43:09.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S0TTMg3SI/AAAAAAAAALM/-R0J-rI5hiU/s1600-h/S5007515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S0TTMg3SI/AAAAAAAAALM/-R0J-rI5hiU/s320/S5007515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166952916164074786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S0WjMg3TI/AAAAAAAAALU/KuRVlstpk70/s1600-h/S5007518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S0WjMg3TI/AAAAAAAAALU/KuRVlstpk70/s320/S5007518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166952971998649650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's 100th day of school project.  And yes, there were 100 M&amp;M's before a few fell off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8182121711413790817?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8182121711413790817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8182121711413790817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8182121711413790817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8182121711413790817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-day-of-school.html' title='100th Day of School'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R7S0TTMg3SI/AAAAAAAAALM/-R0J-rI5hiU/s72-c/S5007515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2729995629129171155</id><published>2008-02-01T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:54:16.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures and still more to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QFanXRWXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-2u_nedf1wg/s1600-h/S5007318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QFanXRWXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-2u_nedf1wg/s320/S5007318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162257027674757490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QFbHXRWYI/AAAAAAAAALE/9oxRenqfO-M/s1600-h/S5007323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QFbHXRWYI/AAAAAAAAALE/9oxRenqfO-M/s320/S5007323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162257036264692098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2729995629129171155?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2729995629129171155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2729995629129171155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2729995629129171155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2729995629129171155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-pictures-and-still-more-to-come.html' title='More Pictures and still more to come'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QFanXRWXI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-2u_nedf1wg/s72-c/S5007318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2723167328820878960</id><published>2008-02-01T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:51:59.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...But Now I'm Back, from Outerspace..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD-nXRWSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qUAPcTjS_9o/s1600-h/S5007285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD-nXRWSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qUAPcTjS_9o/s320/S5007285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162255447126792482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD_XXRWTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/my_IxTTAQgk/s1600-h/S5007292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD_XXRWTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/my_IxTTAQgk/s320/S5007292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162255460011694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD_nXRWUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bQw096ZEBoA/s1600-h/S5007302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD_nXRWUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bQw096ZEBoA/s320/S5007302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162255464306661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QEAHXRWVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-ImrxKrZchk/s1600-h/S5007310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QEAHXRWVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-ImrxKrZchk/s320/S5007310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162255472896596306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QEAnXRWWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aCN-lmLMI54/s1600-h/S5007313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QEAnXRWWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aCN-lmLMI54/s320/S5007313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162255481486530914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDKHXRWNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Muwe2TYQyRo/s1600-h/S5007240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDKHXRWNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Muwe2TYQyRo/s320/S5007240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162254545183660242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDLXXRWOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Wh7gCPrDhss/s1600-h/S5007245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDLXXRWOI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Wh7gCPrDhss/s320/S5007245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162254566658496738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDL3XRWPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HjrPxjO8LC8/s1600-h/S5007252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDL3XRWPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HjrPxjO8LC8/s320/S5007252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162254575248431346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDM3XRWQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ICmriGTCeLA/s1600-h/S5007264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDM3XRWQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ICmriGTCeLA/s320/S5007264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162254592428300546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDNXXRWRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HPgZXNtludo/s1600-h/S5007266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QDNXXRWRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HPgZXNtludo/s320/S5007266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162254601018235154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., so...here is December and Christmas in pictures. Putting up the Christmas tree, cookies with Santa, school concert (they were part of the Wednesday night service.), house decorations that Jake and Kailey picked out.  Jake said we still didn't have enough.  He's a real Clark Griswald in the making.  Here ya go!  Enjoy.  I'll be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2723167328820878960?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2723167328820878960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2723167328820878960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2723167328820878960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2723167328820878960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2008/02/but-now-im-back-from-outerspace.html' title='&quot;...But Now I&apos;m Back, from Outerspace...&quot;'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R6QD-nXRWSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qUAPcTjS_9o/s72-c/S5007285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-796642845406722995</id><published>2007-12-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:12:13.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Alive</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.  I know it's been a while since I updated this thing, but life gets busy sometimes.  There is a lot to report and many pictures to download, so check back with me in a couple of days.  I promise, I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-796642845406722995?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/796642845406722995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=796642845406722995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/796642845406722995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/796642845406722995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/12/were-still-alive.html' title='We&apos;re Still Alive'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-648541321555641272</id><published>2007-11-18T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:14:58.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3rdjI40I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YsUVFqLUHok/s1600-h/S5007205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3rdjI40I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YsUVFqLUHok/s320/S5007205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134446269984990018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3rtjI41I/AAAAAAAAAJU/p2xmEXPiU4E/s1600-h/S5007207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3rtjI41I/AAAAAAAAAJU/p2xmEXPiU4E/s320/S5007207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134446274279957330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3sNjI42I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7fizjKu5VXU/s1600-h/S5007208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3sNjI42I/AAAAAAAAAJc/7fizjKu5VXU/s320/S5007208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134446282869891938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3sdjI43I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_ufCORyjuwI/s1600-h/S5007213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3sdjI43I/AAAAAAAAAJk/_ufCORyjuwI/s320/S5007213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134446287164859250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake's class celebrate Thanksgiving this past Thursday. They are out of school for this entire week, so that's why they did it so early. We had chicken soup, cornbread with homemade butter, and pumpkin pie. All of it was prepared by the class. One mother said her daughter (who as a side note, Jake called his "girl friend". To which Kyle replied, "I don't think so.") came home and asked, "Do you know how long it takes to cut a carrot when you're using a plastic knife?" Anyway, the feast was a success. Like any good kindergarten class, they all dressed up as pilgrims or Indians. Jake chose to be one of only two Indians in the class. We as great time and were lucky enough to be joined by Kyle's parents who had arrived from Texas just that morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-648541321555641272?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/648541321555641272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=648541321555641272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/648541321555641272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/648541321555641272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Feast'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E3rdjI40I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YsUVFqLUHok/s72-c/S5007205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-8557864190890449600</id><published>2007-11-18T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:04:25.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Blocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1R9jI4wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lsDlgTfRikI/s1600-h/S5007185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1R9jI4wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lsDlgTfRikI/s320/S5007185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134443632875070210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1SdjI4xI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6nEqT5FF0Ew/s1600-h/S5007189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1SdjI4xI/AAAAAAAAAI0/6nEqT5FF0Ew/s320/S5007189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134443641465004818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1TNjI4yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FSGN7SEc4P4/s1600-h/S5007196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1TNjI4yI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FSGN7SEc4P4/s320/S5007196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134443654349906722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1TdjI4zI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tGBNltO4TsQ/s1600-h/S5007202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1TdjI4zI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tGBNltO4TsQ/s320/S5007202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134443658644874034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Arizona's crazy answer to snow sledding.  You go to the ice store, yes they do exist, and you buy blocks of ice.  You throw a towel over it, find a hill, and off you go.  We did it at a youth small group gathering and to tell you the truth, it was a blast.  Here are some pictures, and yes that is me with my rear end facing the camera.  Who thinks these things up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-8557864190890449600?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/8557864190890449600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=8557864190890449600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8557864190890449600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/8557864190890449600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-blocking.html' title='Ice Blocking'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/R0E1R9jI4wI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lsDlgTfRikI/s72-c/S5007185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-3922118873081986318</id><published>2007-11-12T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:50:35.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you need a good laugh...</title><content type='html'>Today, Jake had the day off from school. So sad for him, he had to go get a flu shoot. Then we had to go to Wal-Mart to pick up a few odds and ends. On the drive home, the conversation turned to the Ninavites(sp?). We started talking about the Ninavite army. Jake asked if the Ninavites lived in the United States. I told him no that they lived in Ninava, and started to explain that it was in Europe, but he cut me off and said, "Oh yeah, I know, that's were they slap people with fish!" I started laughing so hard, that I was crying. I asked where he had heard that, just wandering were the story had taken a wrong turn. He promptly told me that on the Veggie Tales movie about Jonah, the people in Ninava slapped each other with fish. Now we now how stereotypes get started!! Thanks Jake, I needed a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-3922118873081986318?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/3922118873081986318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=3922118873081986318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3922118873081986318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3922118873081986318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-you-need-good-laugh.html' title='If you need a good laugh...'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4888104178358300501</id><published>2007-10-31T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:36:39.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO DOESN'T LIKE CHOCOLATE?!</title><content type='html'>And the answer is:  Jake.  I know I've said it before, but I still can't believe any child of mine doesn't like chocolate.  He's daddy doesn't either, so I guess they are two peas in pod.  Today at school they had a little party.  They played the game were you guess how many pieces of candy are in the jar.  This is the story I was told on the way home from school.  "Kevin won the candy.  You had to guess how much was in the jar.  I put down a wrong number because it was chocolate and I didn't want it."  Ha, kindergarten and we're already throwing competitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-4888104178358300501?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4888104178358300501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4888104178358300501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4888104178358300501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4888104178358300501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-doesnt-like-chocolate.html' title='WHO DOESN&apos;T LIKE CHOCOLATE?!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-206108210347177828</id><published>2007-10-31T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:31:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard yourself coming through your child's mouth? I did today, and thankfully it was pretty good. And extremely funny. Jake has really taken off in school and Kyle and I try to really be excited about what's going on so that he knows that education is very important to us. Today on the way home from school, we were discussing what was in his back pack. Well, Kailey wanted to be a part so I asked Jake if he had a worksheet she could look at. He willingly gave her one. She looked at it and replied, "Jake, did you do this? All by yourself? That's great, I'm so proud of you. Give me five." Ha, I had to laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-206108210347177828?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/206108210347177828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=206108210347177828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/206108210347177828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/206108210347177828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-mouths-of-babes.html' title='From the Mouths of Babes'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4614940746689969938</id><published>2007-10-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:27:06.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljUPKetoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r5E7taY5ZuA/s1600-h/S5007166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljUPKetoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r5E7taY5ZuA/s320/S5007166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127738850057041538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljUvKetpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eYoe8d5N41A/s1600-h/S5007170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljUvKetpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eYoe8d5N41A/s320/S5007170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127738858646976146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljVPKetrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZzhdgPsufZg/s1600-h/S5007178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljVPKetrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ZzhdgPsufZg/s320/S5007178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127738867236910770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylicfKetjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nOIPJpAwWgs/s1600-h/S5007149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylicfKetjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nOIPJpAwWgs/s320/S5007149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127737892279334450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylicvKetkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i9ILuTS4Y_I/s1600-h/S5007155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylicvKetkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/i9ILuTS4Y_I/s320/S5007155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127737896574301762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rylic_KetlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CvJlZuqKgGU/s1600-h/S5007156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rylic_KetlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CvJlZuqKgGU/s320/S5007156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127737900869269074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylidPKetmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tea8DeYmRik/s1600-h/S5007162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylidPKetmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/tea8DeYmRik/s320/S5007162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127737905164236386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylidfKetnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LlAqhORfa6E/s1600-h/S5007177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RylidfKetnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LlAqhORfa6E/s320/S5007177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127737909459203698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what a night!!  I was originally opposed to Halloween.  To be honest, it still makes my heart heavy and a little frightened to know what some use the holiday to celebrate.  But my kids love it.  They have so much fun, and to see the joy and excitement they have, how could I not enjoy it?  We had some friends over for an early dinner and then we all went out together to trick or treat.  We all had a ball.  Kailey Elizabeth didn't really understand what was coming, but once she got the hang of it,  get out of her way. &lt;a href="ymsgr:sendim?jamie.boiles"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Her bag was as big as she is, and she would be trying to run with it yelling at the bigger kids, "Hey wait for me!"   The sacker at the grocery store today asked her if she was going to get candy tonight, she told him, "No, I'm going trick or treating."    She was so good at saying trick or treat and would always say thank you.  Everyone was so impressed and thought she was the cutest thing.  I now realize they were impressed because they don't realize how old she actually is.  Now, the costume she is wearing was made the very impressive Mimi, and it was worn by Micah and Jake.  I'll try and get some pictures of them on here wearing them.  Anyway, here are the pictures.  Hope everyone had a GREAT day celebrating the good things in life, friends, family, and especially kids!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-4614940746689969938?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4614940746689969938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4614940746689969938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4614940746689969938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4614940746689969938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RyljUPKetoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/r5E7taY5ZuA/s72-c/S5007166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4843296571666536076</id><published>2007-10-21T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:22:15.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv66_LS4bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fY2aB5uXJK4/s1600-h/S5007118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123964892362236338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv66_LS4bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fY2aB5uXJK4/s320/S5007118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv67fLS4cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dk8icsHKolI/s1600-h/S5007119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123964900952170946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv67fLS4cI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Dk8icsHKolI/s320/S5007119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv67_LS4dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BQIBMZ9YUPA/s1600-h/S5007120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123964909542105554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv67_LS4dI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BQIBMZ9YUPA/s320/S5007120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv68fLS4eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o4CjciygwCo/s1600-h/S5007121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123964918132040162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv68fLS4eI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o4CjciygwCo/s320/S5007121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading over the blog I've realized that I tend to start my post with either OK or Yes. I have decided to branch out and try to use other words. Wow, when did my life become so complicated?! Anyway, I've written before about my struggle to find a consistent schedule. I've done pretty well with the whole school and nap thing. Now I'm on to trying to get other things into that schedule. One big schedule issue for me is exercise. I really enjoy running on my treadmill. A few weeks ago, we had our garage floor epoxied(SP?) It is beautiful in there now and we don't want to move anything back in. It's like having an additional room. We even bought exercise equipment mats to put the treadmill, bike and weight set on. Back to the story, I decided that now I can run while the kids are awake and they can come in the beautiful garage with me. How, you ask yourself, do they occupy their time? By riding bikes of course! It reminds me of when we were young and use to turn our garage into a skating rink. Well, this is how it turned out...pretty good I think and the kids had a ball!!! Oh no, there goes my excuse...guess I'll just have to think of another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-4843296571666536076?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4843296571666536076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4843296571666536076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4843296571666536076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4843296571666536076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/10/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv66_LS4bI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fY2aB5uXJK4/s72-c/S5007118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-704888241023668386</id><published>2007-10-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:08:05.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"End of Summer Party"...although it's already October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3qvLS4XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VRh9ob5qOLc/s1600-h/S5001373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123961314654478706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3qvLS4XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VRh9ob5qOLc/s320/S5001373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3rvLS4YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D8yFIrwe6UI/s1600-h/S5001382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123961331834347906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3rvLS4YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/D8yFIrwe6UI/s320/S5001382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3uPLS4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gh5V_qplURA/s1600-h/S5001383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123961374784020882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3uPLS4ZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gh5V_qplURA/s320/S5001383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3uvLS4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gUnIdWehqSk/s1600-h/S5001386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123961383373955490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3uvLS4aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gUnIdWehqSk/s320/S5001386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read it correctly. We attended a Farewell to summer party that the city puts on. Of course, it was about a month ago, but we have been so busy that I haven't had a chance to post the pictures. It's Jake and Kailey Elizabeth on the rides and in the bounce houses. The lines were a mile long, (maybe not a mile, but long...) and my children were very upset they didn't get to ride all of the rides they wanted. We had a lot of fun anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-704888241023668386?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/704888241023668386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=704888241023668386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/704888241023668386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/704888241023668386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-summer-partyalthough-its-already.html' title='&quot;End of Summer Party&quot;...although it&apos;s already October'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rxv3qvLS4XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VRh9ob5qOLc/s72-c/S5001373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-6623049488622503607</id><published>2007-10-05T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:14:31.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Went Skydivin, I Went Rocky Mountain Climbin..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyF_lqaII/AAAAAAAAAE8/0hPVw3unNsg/s1600-h/IMG_6785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117762736359106690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyF_lqaII/AAAAAAAAAE8/0hPVw3unNsg/s320/IMG_6785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyGflqaJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KZr_wBMsWQE/s1600-h/IMG_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117762744949041298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyGflqaJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KZr_wBMsWQE/s320/IMG_7049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyGvlqaKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nVOcHvWHlIw/s1600-h/IMG_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117762749244008610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyGvlqaKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nVOcHvWHlIw/s320/IMG_7075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyHPlqaLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Wv7oqnDileI/s1600-h/IMG_7110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117762757833943218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyHPlqaLI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Wv7oqnDileI/s320/IMG_7110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyHvlqaMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zqBSAACX3_I/s1600-h/IMG_7117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117762766423877826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyHvlqaMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zqBSAACX3_I/s320/IMG_7117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is my husband several THOUSAND feet in the air. He and our friend, Travis, went skydiving last Saturday. A woman Kyle works with does this all the time, so she set them up with where to go. The story is, Travis is in our youth group. For a while now he's been talking about how "When I turn 18, I'm going skydiving." Well, Travis turned 18 in September and Kyle was not letting him out of it. They had a great time, were quite proud of themselves, but aren't sure they'd ever do it again. They did get a t-shirt out of the deal, and they both proudly wore it to church on Sunday. I'd be wearin that shirt everyday. I told them, "The only way I'm jumping out of a plane is if it's on fire, and even then, you might have to push me." I love Jake and Kailey's reaction, they tell anyone that their daddy jumped out of a plane. When asked if he wanted to do that, Jake's response was NO WAY! This week Kyle is in Nashville for a national sales conference. Jake has told a couple of people this week that, "Now we don't have a daddy, just a mommy." Simply because Kyle is out of town. On Wednesday night at our small group, he informed everyone that, "My daddy jumped out of a plane and now we don't have a daddy anymore." We have to work on conversation flow. Needless to say, our small group thought it was hilarious. Here are the pictures, my mom is probably tossing her cookies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-6623049488622503607?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/6623049488622503607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=6623049488622503607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/6623049488622503607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/6623049488622503607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-went-skydivin-i-went-rocky-mountain.html' title='&quot;I Went Skydivin, I Went Rocky Mountain Climbin...&quot;'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RwXyF_lqaII/AAAAAAAAAE8/0hPVw3unNsg/s72-c/IMG_6785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2480863975485500153</id><published>2007-09-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:11:08.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth Spurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3eJum3aGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZnTywtU73lM/s1600-h/S5001372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3eJum3aGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZnTywtU73lM/s320/S5001372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115489010473986146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., so I knew that kids grew fast, but how fast sometimes surprises me. Most of you know that to say Kailey is petite is an understatement. The child, who is 2 and a half, still wears a size 12months in shorts. This now has become and issue for me with winter coming. Anyway, back to the original story. I've noticed lately that she seemed a little longer. My suspicions were confirmed this morning when we put on sandals she hasn't worn for a few weeks. Imagine my surprise when her toes were so far out!! I had noticed that she was filling out her church sandals almost to the end last Sunday, but nothing like this. I laughed so hard and just had to take a picture. Here it is. Now the question is, If you live in Phoenix, do you buy a new pair of sandals at the beginning of October. I would say no, but after this morning, I'm starting to rethink my position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2480863975485500153?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2480863975485500153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2480863975485500153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2480863975485500153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2480863975485500153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/growth-spurts.html' title='Growth Spurts'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3eJum3aGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZnTywtU73lM/s72-c/S5001372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-7730361921076471290</id><published>2007-09-28T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:01:52.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3be-m3aDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xc4kxaoUShs/s1600-h/S5001368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115486077011322930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3be-m3aDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xc4kxaoUShs/s320/S5001368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3bfum3aEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HPVXvdJU2D4/s1600-h/S5001370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115486089896224834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3bfum3aEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HPVXvdJU2D4/s320/S5001370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3bf-m3aFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HIluIOun0yA/s1600-h/S5001371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115486094191192146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3bf-m3aFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HIluIOun0yA/s320/S5001371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ayum3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/WIBXHAXw8i8/s1600-h/S5001357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115485316802111458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ayum3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/WIBXHAXw8i8/s320/S5001357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3azOm3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zjsee153MVM/s1600-h/S5001357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115485325392046066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3azOm3Z_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Zjsee153MVM/s320/S5001357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3azem3aAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FJQspWm8aEU/s1600-h/S5001363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115485329687013378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3azem3aAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FJQspWm8aEU/s320/S5001363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3azum3aBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ko0vMUNhsg4/s1600-h/S5001362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115485333981980690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3azum3aBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ko0vMUNhsg4/s320/S5001362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3a0Om3aCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PHs4fcws6cM/s1600-h/S5001365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115485342571915298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3a0Om3aCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PHs4fcws6cM/s320/S5001365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZYOm3Z5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Rg7BkIvGpJc/s1600-h/S5001346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115483762023950226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZYOm3Z5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Rg7BkIvGpJc/s320/S5001346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZYum3Z6I/AAAAAAAAADU/FSNdev3JSEk/s1600-h/S5001349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115483770613884834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZYum3Z6I/AAAAAAAAADU/FSNdev3JSEk/s320/S5001349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZZOm3Z7I/AAAAAAAAADc/EDzZHKxzSR4/s1600-h/S5001350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115483779203819442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZZOm3Z7I/AAAAAAAAADc/EDzZHKxzSR4/s320/S5001350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZZem3Z8I/AAAAAAAAADk/uNHCTjCxAnU/s1600-h/S5001351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115483783498786754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZZem3Z8I/AAAAAAAAADk/uNHCTjCxAnU/s320/S5001351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZZ-m3Z9I/AAAAAAAAADs/SoHifAzPDtM/s1600-h/S5001353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115483792088721362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3ZZ-m3Z9I/AAAAAAAAADs/SoHifAzPDtM/s320/S5001353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's true, my little boy is now 6 years old. Hard to believe. He had to go to school yesterday, but it was no ordinary day. Yesterday was a "most of the day" field trip. We had to be at school at 8am and returned at about 1pm. So, I got to spend all day with him. This would have been the first birthday we were apart, but God works in wondrous ways. Anyway, we went to the symphony in downtown Phoenix. They have a program just for school children. It was great, lots of great music. Jake's take on it was, "It was boring and I'm never going back there." Ha!! I thought it was funny just the way he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner Jake's choice was Peter Piper Pizza. Yummy. Then we went home to a little tradition that has just kind of happened since we've been in Arizona. On every one's actual day, mine and Kyle's included, we all don party hats and have some balloons to open presents and have birthday cake and ice cream. Just ice cream in Jake's case. (See previous post.) We all had a great time. I must say, I am quite proud of the person Jake is becoming. He said it was o.k. if Kailey shared his birthday and let us put candles in her ice cream too. He then let us sing "Happy Birthday" to her and even let her open on of his presents. God has really put a tender heart in him and I love him for it. Here are some pictures of the festivities. Hope you enjoy! I LOVE YOU JAKE!!!&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/3329774962279353743-7730361921076471290?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/7730361921076471290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=7730361921076471290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7730361921076471290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7730361921076471290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-jake.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE!!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rv3be-m3aDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xc4kxaoUShs/s72-c/S5001368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4427097720025478046</id><published>2007-09-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:03:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Mornings and Blue icing cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscoZ84ENI/AAAAAAAAADE/MBT0zDAJe3k/s1600-h/S5001343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114713282295894226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscoZ84ENI/AAAAAAAAADE/MBT0zDAJe3k/s320/S5001343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscXp84EMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uoSLfDBg2ew/s1600-h/S5001341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114712994533085378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscXp84EMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uoSLfDBg2ew/s320/S5001341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscFZ84ELI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K7FgIXtwAHc/s1600-h/S5001339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114712681000472754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscFZ84ELI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K7FgIXtwAHc/s320/S5001339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures of Kailey on Sunday mornig before church wearing some of the bows that I made her to go with the beautiful dress that Aunt Ginger gave her for her birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to the fun. Kailey and I went to the mall the other day while Jake was in school. After doing a little shopping, I stopped to get a treat. Kailey picked out a sugar cookie with BLUE ICING! Yikes!!! Now, let me stop right here are insert a side note. Having messy kids drives me CRAZY. I do mean CRAZY. I'm learning to let this go. For one thing, at 2 and 1/2, Kailey is still drooling. Now don't panic. I asked my doctor about it at her two year visit and he said, "She'll grow out of it." The next thing is, Jake was never messy, and he only likes sugar cookies and vanilla ice cream. All things white. For his birthday snack on Friday, I'm taking vanilla ice cream. He doesn't like cake, he doesn't like any chocolate, and he certainly doesn't like colored icing. He was just never messy. Anyway, back to the mall. Kailey picked the blue icing, and I will admit I tried to sway her to get something else. She just wasn't interested. So, I decided to let my issues go and buy the cookie. Kailey had a great time on the ride home. When we got home there was an entire cookie left with all of the icing licked, yes licked, off. Here is what I brought into the house. Needless to say, we changed our clothes and went to pick Jake up. Ah Kailey, life would be a snore without her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to our biggest events. Tomorrow Jake turns 6. I can hardly believe it. It really does seem like yesterday. What a blessing he has been in our lives. I thank God for him every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for the gift of my children. Today and tomorrow I really thank you for Jake. Give them a heart like Yours. Keep me ever mindful that you have given them to me as a gift from you. Help me guard their hearts and raise them to be followers of YOU. AMEN. &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/3329774962279353743-4427097720025478046?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4427097720025478046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4427097720025478046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4427097720025478046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4427097720025478046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday-mornings-and-blue-icing-cookies.html' title='Sunday Mornings and Blue icing cookies'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvscoZ84ENI/AAAAAAAAADE/MBT0zDAJe3k/s72-c/S5001343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-6037886063160897933</id><published>2007-09-20T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:35:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heaven for Little Girls, and Great Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvNJh584EKI/AAAAAAAAACs/y4ZxwM27JsQ/s1600-h/S5001337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112510848836309154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvNJh584EKI/AAAAAAAAACs/y4ZxwM27JsQ/s320/S5001337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.K. So it is no secret that at the Wewe house, we LOVE bows. Kailey has literally worn a bow every single day of her life. You know we live by the saying, "Fake it till you make it." Well, we replaced Texas big hair with big bows. The problem was, you can not find a decent sized, shaped, or colored bow around here. I have been obtaining bows for the past two years by either 1) bringing them home from Arlington with me or 2) ordering them online. Either way was not easy on the pocket book. Well, lucky me two of my friends have had babies in the past 6 months. And anyone want to venture a guess as to the gender? You guessed it, GIRLS! And to my good fortune, they like bows. Now to the really good news, they have learned to make them on their own. Recently they informed me they would teach me, and clued me in to a ribbon store that is beyond fabulous. SO, yesterday, the two of them, their cuties and my friend Kim, who has a three year old daughter and an adorable baby boy, all came over for lunch and a "Teach Marna how to save thousands on car insurance, I mean, thousands on hair bows." day. Evidently Kim, whom I have termed the Martha Stewart of our group, has been holding out on me these two years, because she herself is quite the artist with a ribbon and clip. I should have known, she's pretty good at those sorts of things. (She's a hygienist to boot.) Anyway, we had to greatest time, or I had the greatest time, and learned to do something that I enjoy and can be enjoyed for a while. I'm so excited. Now we can be very matchy matchy with our bows. Thank you Kim, Toni and Erin. Without friends like you, I'd be a lot poorer. Kyle thanks you too. Soon to come, Pictures of Kailey in bows created by her mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-6037886063160897933?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/6037886063160897933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=6037886063160897933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/6037886063160897933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/6037886063160897933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-heaven-for-little-girls-and-great.html' title='Thank Heaven for Little Girls, and Great Friends!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RvNJh584EKI/AAAAAAAAACs/y4ZxwM27JsQ/s72-c/S5001337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-9046940513208206925</id><published>2007-09-13T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:46:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Run1s2FrzVI/AAAAAAAAACk/7dU9X2SzB7U/s1600-h/S5001334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109885403010944338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Run1s2FrzVI/AAAAAAAAACk/7dU9X2SzB7U/s320/S5001334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each week in Jake's class, one student is selected to be the "Super Star" student. Now I say selected, but what I really mean is the teacher does it in alphabetical order, only backwards. She said since her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wornick&lt;/span&gt; and her kids were always last growing up, she decided that the end of the alphabet would be first on occasion. Well, this one time I wish we would have gone in the real order. Jake got to be first. For Jake, this was great. For me, not so great. We were told to create a "display board" that had pictures of the family, the child at different ages, places we've been, things we like to do as a family. The kicker was these six words, "Be as creative as you like." Great I know lots of moms with creativity oozing out of their ears. Well, that's not me. And I had to go first. This little project didn't seem to enlist panic in the rest of the moms. After a little investigation, I found out why. They all did this in preschool. Double Whammy. I have to go first, and I'm a "super star" virgin. Anyway, after much blood, sweat and tears last weekend I finished on Saturday night. After putting the kids to bed on Sunday night I was struck with fear that maybe my board was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretentious&lt;/span&gt;. Kyle's response was, "Well, what can you do about it now?" . He had a point. I left it as it was and off we went. Now that it's done and at school, I feel quite proud of it. Judge for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-9046940513208206925?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/9046940513208206925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=9046940513208206925' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/9046940513208206925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/9046940513208206925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/super-star.html' title='Super Star'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Run1s2FrzVI/AAAAAAAAACk/7dU9X2SzB7U/s72-c/S5001334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4730620381023767469</id><published>2007-09-11T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:00:56.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7kcUCn3I/AAAAAAAAACc/wPEi_4TFCFc/s1600-h/S5001327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108977062048341874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7kcUCn3I/AAAAAAAAACc/wPEi_4TFCFc/s320/S5001327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7TcUCn2I/AAAAAAAAACU/6EUgpjqv3q4/s1600-h/S5001329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108976769990565730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7TcUCn2I/AAAAAAAAACU/6EUgpjqv3q4/s320/S5001329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7CcUCn1I/AAAAAAAAACM/4GvL7utBhMo/s1600-h/S5001331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108976477932789586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7CcUCn1I/AAAAAAAAACM/4GvL7utBhMo/s320/S5001331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new soccer season started on Saturday. Luckily for our family all our games start at 10a.m. Perfect. Jake is on the same team he's been on for the last four seasons. There are several of them who have been together that entire time. I think it's finally starting to click with them. On Saturday they scored 5 or 6 goal. (There is no OFFICIAL score kept.) They also stopped several balls. Jake played in the goal for one quarter and he stopped 3 balls himself. I was quite proud of him because he "pounced" on each of them, just like they've been working on in practice. He's also gotten much better at being aggressive and going after the ball. When he first started soccer he would cry because the other kids weren't stopping to let him kick the ball. After a couple of seasons and some explaining of how this game is actually played, he stopped taking it so personally. &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/3329774962279353743-4730620381023767469?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4730620381023767469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4730620381023767469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4730620381023767469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4730620381023767469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rua7kcUCn3I/AAAAAAAAACc/wPEi_4TFCFc/s72-c/S5001327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1710793329547681579</id><published>2007-09-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:00:08.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We had a great weekend at the Wewe household.  It was busy, but good.  Actually, this entire week has been busy.  At Gateway we have a very special kid's program called Crosstown.  "Crosstown is a place where kids bring their parents to learn."  It is a big theatrical production that starts with singers and dancers, and has a drama presentation every week.   Kyle happens to be one of two "host" so he is on every week.  I play the part of Mrs. F and am on just occasionally.  Anyway, back to the real story.  Crosstown took a break for the summer and just resumed this Sunday.  The idea was brought up that maybe we could revamp the set, which happens to be a club house.  WELL, Kyle took the initiative (our Crosstown virtue this month) and re-did the set himself.  Every night after work he would lay it all out in our garage and driveway and worked away.  He will tell you that it was a great ministry tool.  So many people st oped to ask what he was working on.  He did a marvelous job and the set looks awesome, but he was up past midnight every night trying to get it done.   He is a man of many talents, maybe too many.  Did I mention that Gateway is without a preacher.  Can anyone guess who might be filling in?  You're right. Our very own Daddy.  He and our involvement minister are rotating on a three week on, three week off basis.  And this weekend he was on.  He has done a wonderful job in this position too.  The last two Sundays he has spoken about being what the Potter created you to be and fulfilling the role that he has planned for you.  He took on the theory that busyness does not always relate to doing what God has called us to do.  I plan on putting up the set pictures pretty soon for you guys to see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-1710793329547681579?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1710793329547681579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1710793329547681579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1710793329547681579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1710793329547681579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/busy-weekend.html' title='A Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2304449310747486165</id><published>2007-09-07T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T13:42:14.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of a Kindergartner</title><content type='html'>Today was a big day.  Jake attended his first "school birthday party."  It was for a little girl in his class named Corinne.  She just turned 5, which makes her almost an entire year younger than Jake.  Anyway, she had a swimming party at her house before school this morning.  Jake, who is turning into a social butterfly, could not wait.  He came running into our room this morning sounding the alarm "Get up, today is the birthday party!!!".  So, up we got and off we went.  He had a great time and was not keen on the idea of leaving to go to school.  Oh man, the life of a kindergartner.          Because Jake attends a Christian school, they have  bible built into their day.  I am quite taken with the fact that they have a special prayer time where the teacher ask for prayer request.  The hearts of those kids are so wonderful it's easy to understand why Jesus uses them as our example.  Another part of their week is a chapel service.   Well, at each chapel the kids are given a chance to give an offering.  They send home these little envelopes and the kids put their coins in and bring them back to give at chapel.  Me, just being the mom, didn't really think this through.   So since we give every week at our home congregation, and Jake gives on Sundays too, I didn't send anything yesterday.  What a disaster.  I got an earful from a teary eyed 5 year old.  "EVERYONE had a little envelope and they got to give it to the guy playing music and I didn't have one!".  Now, why, after all this time has he suddenly become so observant of what is going on around him?  I guess I really screwed up.  For one thing, I didn't remember that it was chapel day and second of all, I don't know where I put those stinkin' envelopes.  You better believe I sent the teacher and email asking about offering etiquette and begging for more envelopes.  This mom won't let it happen again.  I HOPE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2304449310747486165?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2304449310747486165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2304449310747486165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2304449310747486165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2304449310747486165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-in-life-of-kindergartner.html' title='A day in the life of a Kindergartner'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1797263230161529754</id><published>2007-09-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:01:32.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Jake Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnFBMUCn0I/AAAAAAAAACE/FQL_pVyQQUc/s1600-h/S5001271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105328276876992322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnFBMUCn0I/AAAAAAAAACE/FQL_pVyQQUc/s320/S5001271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnEwMUCnzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MXRRaRbmuRU/s1600-h/S5001268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105327984819216178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnEwMUCnzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MXRRaRbmuRU/s320/S5001268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnEeMUCnyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sHPURskZ82w/s1600-h/S5001266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105327675581570850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnEeMUCnyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sHPURskZ82w/s320/S5001266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnEPcUCnxI/AAAAAAAAABs/FXoISlu0c8c/s1600-h/S5001265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105327422178500370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnEPcUCnxI/AAAAAAAAABs/FXoISlu0c8c/s320/S5001265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the first day of school we decided to go to Amazing Jake's for the finish of what we termed "Celebrate Jake Day". Amazing Jake's is a glorified mix of Chuck E. Cheese's and Dave and Busters. I thought you might enjoy just a few pictures from the after school festivities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more great story. Jake picked his first day of school outfit from the new clothes we bought him. He choose this one based on the fact that his shorts had a belt. No other thought was put into it. Just that it had a belt. He let me choose the shirt. The same kind of thought went in to the shoes we bought for school. The school required that we have closed toe shoes. Well, at our house we owned nothing but flip flops. So, we had to buy new tennis shoes. While shopping, we discovered a pair of Sketchers that had a mini flashlight in the box. Well, the looking was over and there was no consideration of any others. Ginger said Sketchers has a good marketing department. I agree. &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/3329774962279353743-1797263230161529754?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1797263230161529754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1797263230161529754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1797263230161529754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1797263230161529754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/celebrate-jake-day.html' title='Celebrate Jake Day'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnFBMUCn0I/AAAAAAAAACE/FQL_pVyQQUc/s72-c/S5001271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-4453113333088374289</id><published>2007-09-01T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:44:54.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Solved the Case and Now Have 1st Day of School Pictures. (How's that for a title?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnAzcUCnwI/AAAAAAAAABk/RgDeFMV07yg/s1600-h/S5001259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323642607279874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnAzcUCnwI/AAAAAAAAABk/RgDeFMV07yg/s320/S5001259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnAhsUCnvI/AAAAAAAAABc/6gxjWTd2C2A/s1600-h/S5001257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105323337664601842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnAhsUCnvI/AAAAAAAAABc/6gxjWTd2C2A/s320/S5001257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnADMUCnuI/AAAAAAAAABU/fvwmH2j8YHA/s1600-h/S5001256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105322813678591714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnADMUCnuI/AAAAAAAAABU/fvwmH2j8YHA/s320/S5001256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rtm_xsUCntI/AAAAAAAAABM/7qgAHJbIrw8/s1600-h/S5001248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105322513030880978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rtm_xsUCntI/AAAAAAAAABM/7qgAHJbIrw8/s320/S5001248.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://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rtm_gcUCnsI/AAAAAAAAABE/WL4OJ8gIkhQ/s1600-h/S5001244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105322216678137538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rtm_gcUCnsI/AAAAAAAAABE/WL4OJ8gIkhQ/s320/S5001244.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;The case has been solved. I must admit, I thought maybe Kailey Elizabeth was our main suspect, but alas, it was her daddy. Kyle evidently put the camera in his "church backpack" on Sunday morning and forgot about it. Since he doesn't use the backpack for the rest of the week, we didn't search it until last night. There it was! Hooray!!! So now we have school pictures. School, by the way, is going great. The more I see and talk to the teacher, the more I like her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the pictures, there are so many to choose from. If you look closely you will see that Kailey is wearing her polka dot backpack. She is so ready for school. Everyday she says, "Where's my backpack?" and when we get to school she'll say, "I go to school." She hates it that she can't stay. We have not found a mother's day out program around here. Jake went to preschool at the school he attends now. Their start age is 3, so she still has eight months. Until then she's stuck with me. &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/3329774962279353743-4453113333088374289?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/4453113333088374289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=4453113333088374289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4453113333088374289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/4453113333088374289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-solved-case-and-now-have-1st-day-of.html' title='We Solved the Case and Now Have 1st Day of School Pictures. (How&apos;s that for a title?)'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtnAzcUCnwI/AAAAAAAAABk/RgDeFMV07yg/s72-c/S5001259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-1948447059308752104</id><published>2007-08-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:55:21.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule...What Schedule?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtetMcUCnrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iHy-1fhlV2Y/s1600-h/S5000714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104739131918032562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtetMcUCnrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iHy-1fhlV2Y/s320/S5000714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtesysUCnqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZerBsuLJuUc/s1600-h/Kailey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104738689536401058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtesysUCnqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZerBsuLJuUc/s320/Kailey%27s+2nd+birthday+party+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtesJsUCnpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X3mYCdofV-0/s1600-h/S5000403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104737985161764498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtesJsUCnpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/X3mYCdofV-0/s320/S5000403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rter08UCnoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6JWysgie6k/s1600-h/S5000388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104737628679478914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rter08UCnoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/p6JWysgie6k/s320/S5000388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having the hardest time with our schedule. Since school started I feel like a chicken with it's head cut off. Jake has to be a school at 12:20, that means we leave the house at about 5till. I pick him up at 3:20. SO, you guessed it, I leave the house around 5 till 3. Well here lies the problem, my youngest child was use to having a nap that started at about 2:00 and lasted 2 to 2 and a half hours. I'm trying to work her into starting her nap around one and getting her up when it's time for pick-up. BUT, it's not working out so well. Then if we push it to 4 after we get home...OH MY WORD!!!! She is alot like her mommy. If she does not get her beauty rest, the beast comes out. And together we do not make a pretty pair. The way I see it, there are two contributing factors (all of my own doing, I'll admit.). 1st is I feel the need to do a lot of running around during those 3 hours. Maybe it's because they are in the middle of the day and chop things up or maybe in my mind I can accomplish more with just one child. Although I have proven time and time again that I would be better with 30 children than with one 2 year old who is in serious need of a nap. 2nd is we are NOT, I REPEAT NOT morning people. My mother can attest to the fact that I have never been a morning person. It's biological. I went to afternoon kindergarten because I was a late sleeper. Through the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt; of great parenting skills I have warped my kids into not being morning people either. When you don't get up till 8:30 or 9 I guess you're not ready for a nap at 12:30. Oh well, one more thing to add to list. Still no camera, but here are some cute pictures of the kids. &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/3329774962279353743-1948447059308752104?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/1948447059308752104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=1948447059308752104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1948447059308752104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/1948447059308752104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/08/schedulewhat-schedule.html' title='Schedule...What Schedule?!'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/RtetMcUCnrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/iHy-1fhlV2Y/s72-c/S5000714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-2564224201618255677</id><published>2007-08-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:16:29.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search for the Missing Camera...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sure ya'll are thinking...she just started and she's already way behind. There is a story to that. Our camera is missing. We know it's somewhere in the house. Where? that's the question. Kailey Elizabeth is famous for "hiding" things. Of course, she doesn't think she's hiding things, but let's just say if you don't realize it's gone right away, you may not see it for a long time. I've already searched the small table in the hall with drawers and the toy box, but no luck. Anyway, I am going to post some first day of school pictures and our trip to the fire station as soon I put my hands on that camera. Anyway, the search continues. Say a little prayer for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-2564224201618255677?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/2564224201618255677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=2564224201618255677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2564224201618255677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/2564224201618255677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/08/search-for-missing-camera.html' title='The Search for the Missing Camera...'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-3927470791510515396</id><published>2007-08-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:28:03.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s greatest blessings'/><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rs5d78UCnmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uBBwnxdAxCA/s1600-h/Kailey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102118712241200738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rs5d78UCnmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uBBwnxdAxCA/s320/Kailey%27s+2nd+birthday+party+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rs5d8cUCnnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1HsYEvnOlHo/s1600-h/Kailey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102118720831135346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rs5d8cUCnnI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1HsYEvnOlHo/s320/Kailey%27s+2nd+birthday+party+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Jake has started kindergarten. He has faired much better than his mother. My problem is, he is such an enjoyable guy that I really miss not having him around all the time. He is going to private school, so he is only there for a half day session. Funny thing is, it's too long for him. Last week(his first week) Kyle said, "How long till he says he doesn't want to go?" I responded with the fact that I didn't think it would happen. Kyle replied, "I give him to the end of the week." Well, father does know best and on Thursday morning I heard, "I don't want to go to school. It's too long." Ha, little does he know what's coming next year. Kyle's due in from Dallas late tonight, so I will try and post some pictures of his first day at school tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3329774962279353743-3927470791510515396?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/3927470791510515396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=3927470791510515396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3927470791510515396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/3927470791510515396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rs5d78UCnmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uBBwnxdAxCA/s72-c/Kailey%27s+2nd+birthday+party+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3329774962279353743.post-7281484288194227410</id><published>2007-08-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:36:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Here goes Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rszi18UCnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8uy05Y2blw/s1600-h/Kailey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101701894255058514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rszi18UCnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8uy05Y2blw/s320/Kailey%27s+2nd+birthday+party+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, here goes nothing. I happen upon this blogging thing by accident. Don't really know what I'm doing, but we are going to try it out and see. It would be a great way to keep everyone updated with what's happening around here. I could not find a current picture of the kids, but I know that there are some around this computer somewhere. Anyway this is one of Jake, Bryce and Kailey Elizabeth in Sedona on Spring Break. Aren't they cute. Kyle has the camera in Dallas with him today, so I'll try and get some Kindergarten pictures up later this week. &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/3329774962279353743-7281484288194227410?l=wackywewes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/feeds/7281484288194227410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3329774962279353743&amp;postID=7281484288194227410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7281484288194227410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3329774962279353743/posts/default/7281484288194227410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackywewes.blogspot.com/2007/08/well-here-goes-nothing.html' title='Well, Here goes Nothing'/><author><name>Marna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06936207746213219012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/SErJu2RgH4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/iMD8ZlZMOto/S220/Picture+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GPdAlVg9jm4/Rszi18UCnlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W8uy05Y2blw/s72-c/Kailey%27s+2nd+birthday+party+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
