<?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-4865374676970423003</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:01:11.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots of our life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-4014313547120941546</id><published>2010-01-26T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:17:03.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/S19buwfl99I/AAAAAAAAAQc/T6VUULiGFdw/s1600-h/PB060047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/S19buwfl99I/AAAAAAAAAQc/T6VUULiGFdw/s320/PB060047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431160534481631186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been bugging me to write down some of the cute things Jacey is saying and doing. So like Kelly, I'll warn you that this is going to be me bragging about my kid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best phrase right now is "I can't want to ___. " I can't want to read, I can't want to color, etc. The companion to this is "I can't like ___." Today she told me that she "can't like tuna fish." (She does, she just didn't want that for lunch today.) I don't know exactly where she picked this up, but it's been around for a long time. And it's sweet. She is such a good talker that most of the time things are very clear. Yesterday's cute comment was that she told me that she was little, not big. I think this stems from us telling her what a big girl she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to our 2 week visit to my parents, she is generally potty-trained. She still has a hard time during naps and through the night, but that doesn't bother me. As she plainly told me, she's little and I don't expect her to hold it all night. The best part is that I haven't changed a diaper in weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been wondering if and when the "terrible twos" were going to show up. Jacey for the most part is good-natured and willing to listen. But then this week happened. INDEPENDENT. That's the word for her right now. It's driving me batty. I know that it's the result of the craziness in our lives right now. And her age. And the fact that my energy level is nowhere what it used to be. But still. If I tell her to do something, it's either "No! Go away!" or she'll do the opposite. Tantrums, kicking, tears. We've had it all. She has to turn lights on by herself, dress herself, go potty by herself, walk by herself. The funniest, and yet most annoying part is that if you do something to help her (like carry her down steps), she throws a fit and proceeds to go back to the beginning to do it "mySELF!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the other side, she's so precious. She's started making up songs to sing and readily entertains us. She refuses to let us sing to her before bed because she wants to. (The independent thing again.)I've been meaning to record her singing "ABCs" and "Finkle Finkle" (twinkle, twinkle). Most of the words are missing and the letters are all out of over, but she's so proud of herself. She also wants to say her prayers by herself. These consist of thanking God for everyone she remembers. Then she'll pause where we say usually "in Jesus name," skips it, and says a hearty "Amen!" I know she has just said one of the purest, sweetest prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can color in the lines (generally) and has a very artistic eye. Her favorite color is orange. She loves the Berenstain books and reads them aloud to us. Barbies are her friends, along with Mickey, Minnie, "Dit" (Eeyore), and "Kittycat." Stickers are the greatest invention and will get us through church. She knows how to use the iPhone to watch movies or play games. She can now pedal a tricycle - she goes so fast she's fallen off turning a corner. All in all she's graduated from being a baby to a big girl. Or a "little" big girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-4014313547120941546?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/4014313547120941546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=4014313547120941546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4014313547120941546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4014313547120941546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-girl.html' title='My girl'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/S19buwfl99I/AAAAAAAAAQc/T6VUULiGFdw/s72-c/PB060047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-5183998678943834913</id><published>2010-01-26T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:51:36.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New things</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is a post I've been needing to do for a while. Do you ever have so much going on that it's nearly impossible to imagine writing it all down? Well, that's been our life for the past few months. I warn you, this could get lengthy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch and I have known for awhile that our time here in Canyon was coming to an end.  We knew that we were ready to move on to a new ministry, but weren't quite ready to say goodbye just yet. And honestly didn't really know how to start. At the beginning of December the elders and Mitch had a meeting. Long story short, Mitch agreed that it was time for us to go somewhere else, and he resigned. The elders have given us some time to look for a job. Mitch's desire right now is to either preach or do associate work. We love teens, we love the enthusiasm they have, but for now we are ready to not be coordinating trips, devos, retreats, etc. There is just so much more to ministry than how the next trip goes. I have no idea what God has in store for us. I don't know where we'll move to or what we'll be doing. God has been a little quiet on the subject. I do know that we are on the right path. We have put our house on the market, and I've very proud of what we've done. New cabinets, paint, and flooring in a few places goes a long way. Hopefully someone will fall in love with it soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know that we have been wanting to have another kid for awhile now. For whatever reason, God had asked us to wait. Probably one of the hardest answers to a prayer I've had. But the day before Mitch and the elders met, we found out #2 is on the way! Crazy timing, huh? I don't believe for a second that it was coincidence. We've had 2 ultrasounds and have seen and heard the little heartbeat. Such a miracle and a blessing. Last week we were able to see the head, arms, and legs. So cute. :) The doctor believes everything looks great. If all goes well we will meet this little one around August 6. I'm kind of hoping it can make it to the 12th, so that Jacey and #2 can share birthdays. (It runs in my side of the family - my sister and I have the same birthday only 3 years apart, and my grandmother and her sister had the same birthday.) Considering Jacey was 4 weeks early, I'm not exactly counting on it, but we'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make life just a little more interesting, Mitch's parents have been looking for a job for a couple of months, and my Dad lost his job over Christmas break. They both have possibilities, but again it's just a matter of waiting to see where God is going to put you. Talk about timing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it...a recap of our lives since December. We welcome your prayers for our (and our parents) future. I'm excited to see what it holds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-5183998678943834913?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/5183998678943834913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=5183998678943834913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5183998678943834913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5183998678943834913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-things.html' title='New things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-227936546928423970</id><published>2009-10-05T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:13:43.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I spend some time with a blog idea in my head. (Obviously most of the time I don't get it into a blog format. I'll try to be better at that!) God has definitely given us an interesting year, full of situations we were able to grow and learn from. Most, if not all of them, I wouldn't have asked for. Yet our family is much stronger because of them. It often makes me wonder what is coming next! And I look forward to that with both excitement and nervousness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of these situations brought a question to the front of my mind. Why do you/we go to church? A question we all answer differently at different times in our lives. We probably start out answering, "because my parents go." I have had varied answers...because I wanted to, because I was expected to, to see my friends, etc. Sometimes I have felt like going to church was our job (naturally, I suppose). No matter the reason, I have always been blessed by being there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have noticed that there are some people who go for themselves. The ministers need to preach about what they want to hear, their kids should get their way in the youth ministry, they should be able to sponsor activities they want to sponsor and do it their way, etc.  Not only does this frustrate me immensely, it's purely selfish. It causes division, jealousy, anger, and so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One visit I had at home triggered this particular thought for me. My granny was talking about my aunt, who is have some major health problems, and mentioned that she was disappointed that their minister hadn't visited them. The conversation continued about how visiting others wasn't this minister's strength, and they wished for more from him. Being the wife of a minister who has to deal with these issues, I told them to think about all the work this man does well. How much time he must spend caring about the congregation. No minister is perfect. If you are unhappy with how your ministers are serving, what can you do to pick up the slack? All of us our ministers. We don't get out of that responsibility just because we pay someone full-time to minister. (I have to say that Granny is probably more in tune with God and his Word than almost anyone I know, so please don't think I'm down on her spirituality!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around you today and see how you can build up someone else, especially those who are paid ministers. Some rarely hear what they are doing well...only the negative things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I so often fail to look beyond myself, but I'm trying to change that. God has taught me all year to look past my wants/needs and to rely on him. A lesson that I'll probably continue to learn for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-227936546928423970?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/227936546928423970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=227936546928423970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/227936546928423970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/227936546928423970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3261254884405922202</id><published>2009-07-30T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:16:09.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, the minute kids are out of school is the minute our lives get crazy. I was much more prepared this summer for what to expect, and I have to say that it has been a really awesome ride. Mitch is finally doing "his" ministry with the youth group. We both feel more at home here among the church and the community. And the kids are responding in amazing ways. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our summer checklist so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jr. High 6 Flags trip to Dallas - was super fun! Jacey even got to ride some rides and really loved the waterpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Houston Opportunity Camp - There are only 3 days between the 6 Flags trip and this one, so Jacey and I visited family in between. We had a great time being with cousins and aunts and uncles. Camp itself went so smoothly. I hadn't been in a couple of years, so it was good for Mitch and I to do this work together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 4th of July - My parents came for the weekend! They hadn't been here in almost a year. It was great to let them meet friends and be a part of our small town celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Random trip to Dallas - Mitch's yearbook friends from high school had a reunion. I enjoyed meeting people he had told me about. We also got to stay with Tom and Donna (Mitch's aunt &amp;amp; uncle). Jacey was completely spoiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. VBS - a full week of crazy fun. Very exhausting, but good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Church camp - This week is always like a vacation, since we get to stay with Mitch's parents. Jacey was spoiled, and we had a great time being with family. For some reason we always get sick afterwards (probably the exhaustion kicking in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have done all of this plus our normal weekly events in the past 9 weeks. I'm always nervous about the summer starting, but God has really blessed us this summer.  It hasn't been as hard as I thought it might be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week Jacey and I head off again to Nashville to help my parents move into their new house. It's great to see what God has done with them this past year. I had no idea what to expect last year, and now they're buying their dream home. Definitely a God-thing. I can't wait to see the house and help them decorate. When we get home it'll be time for Jacey's 2nd birthday and our anniversary. Then maybe life will quiet down. At least a little. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3261254884405922202?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3261254884405922202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3261254884405922202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3261254884405922202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3261254884405922202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-767377199651205033</id><published>2009-05-24T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:28:08.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beach</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I posted about our trip to the beach, but I didn't put up any pictures. (Sorry Grandma!) Here are a few we got. Aunt Charlotte needs to send me the rest...hint hint.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Shq-rrfJXeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/G1vsj1MZLv4/s320/Beach+Vacation+006.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789965818158562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing the ocean for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Shq-r-QzPQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/O8m5n_6K7y4/s320/Beach+Vacation+009.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339789970858261762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She decided it was ok and plopped right down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrAsiqIaGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZXnErTJ0LD0/s320/Beach+Vacation+019.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339792179651438690" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrCBrZW4LI/AAAAAAAAAPU/VzH1jmh6ufI/s320/Beach+Vacation+020.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339793642285883570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrCB07w47I/AAAAAAAAAPc/DaqMtpCXukk/s320/Beach+Vacation+025.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339793644846113714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrDC49M9dI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yq7mYqg2fnQ/s320/Beach+Vacation+029.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339794762617386450" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrDDAHXYnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/3pDmHEpIUl4/s320/Beach+Vacation+036.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339794764539060850" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrD4N-EJdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YtvDNlN-yms/s320/Beach+Vacation+037.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339795678791214546" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrD4UqxcVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Kxbf2rODPQE/s320/Beach+Vacation+042.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339795680589345106" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrE2Y42vsI/AAAAAAAAAQE/R1MWH1BytUQ/s320/Beach+Vacation+051.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796746874044098" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrE2-bpfnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/duWKQ5aXbaA/s320/Beach+Vacation+069.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339796756952088178" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/ShrFKQIkxeI/AAAAAAAAAQU/iB3KHg02jHI/s320/Beach+Vacation+071.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339797088121439714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-767377199651205033?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/767377199651205033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=767377199651205033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/767377199651205033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/767377199651205033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/05/beach.html' title='The beach'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Shq-rrfJXeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/G1vsj1MZLv4/s72-c/Beach+Vacation+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3647317739009800898</id><published>2009-05-02T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:18:49.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>We are finally home from our fabulous vacation at Destin, FL. We were able to spend the whole week with Grammy, Papa, and aunt Charlotte. There's nothing better than relaxing on the beach, swimming in the ocean and the pool, and letting Grammy and Papa watch Jacey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacey wasn't scared of the ocean much at all. I was really surprised because I remember being terrified. She loved being able to make a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided the best way to explain this week was in a top 9 most funny moments list. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 5 adults, 1 child, and 2 dogs in a camper for a week. I think that's pretty funny in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SPF 4 really DOESN'T offer much protection for white skin. Ask Charlotte about that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jacey was proudly carrying a bucket of water back from the ocean when she tripped and face planted in the sand. Probably not as funny for her, but we thought it was precious and hilarious. Especially since her face was half covered in sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We generally left the screen door open during the day. Both dogs at different times didn't realize it was closed and tried to jump inside. Lexie, my sister's dog, ended up doing a back flip in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mitch was relaxing in a beach chair when it completely collapsed. Unfortunately no one was there to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mitch also had a close encounter of the crab kind. He was out jumping waves when he was pinched by a crab. Apparently the crab hung on for a quick ride before letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On the camper there is a LP alarm, which goes off to let you know there is a propane leak. The first two nights it waited to go off until we were all asleep. The funny part was listening to it beep, then hearing my dad smack it. This happened repeatedly. He did finally figure out how to unplug it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One day my dad was napping. Jacey walked up to him, grabbed his can of coke, said, "Milk!" and proceeded to pour it all over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eglin Air Force base is right next to Destin/Ft.Walton beach, where we stayed. Charlotte drove in very late Friday night. She misunderstood part of the directions Mom gave her and turned towards one of the gates. (To get to Destion you have to go over a toll bridge.) In her hand was a $5 bill, and on her face must have been utter confusion. Two guards saw her and probably had the biggest laugh of their year. They did eventually tell her how to get back to the correct road. Ask her to tell this story as well. Fanawesome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3647317739009800898?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3647317739009800898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3647317739009800898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3647317739009800898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3647317739009800898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3907822560302156970</id><published>2009-04-19T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:29:43.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Table</title><content type='html'>So God granted us the opportunity to purchase new furniture...a table. Our old kitchen table was bought pre-marriage at the Salvation Army and then painted to be pretty. For the two of us it was ok, but it's gotten smaller and smaller recently. Our new one is gorgeous, and big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326533144709711554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SeulrIbERsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Njtr3P0fQfg/s320/P4190016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326533150453321650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Seulrd0cz7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/b7nte99TgtE/s320/P4190017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3907822560302156970?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3907822560302156970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3907822560302156970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3907822560302156970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3907822560302156970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/04/kitchen-table.html' title='Kitchen Table'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SeulrIbERsI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Njtr3P0fQfg/s72-c/P4190016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3375846918520790761</id><published>2009-03-27T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:32:07.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This spring break we again took kids to Wolf Creek, Colorado to ski for a couple of days. I actually made it this year (no blizzards or knee injuries)! Jacey and I enjoyed experiencing the snow and hanging out in the lodge. She really didn't take good naps, so on the last evening she crashed...hard. Mitch and the kids (and the sponsors) had a good time skiing. Overall the trip went very smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For most of February and March we've had beautiful, warm spring weather. Today we got a blizzard just to mix things up! It's been very pretty, but very very cold. I've been wanting to go out and play but it's 21 degrees and feels like 7. As Jacey would say, "Brrr!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318023804332101106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1qeVRJTfI/AAAAAAAAANE/i_tKye12UAg/s320/Jacey+Leigh+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Wolf Creek in our cute ski gear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318024479468736370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1rFoWQz3I/AAAAAAAAANM/9oDjKZnbBOo/s320/Jacey+Leigh+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318024489245063522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1rGMxHuWI/AAAAAAAAANU/I4Eyp7YLJCs/s320/Jacey+Leigh+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sliding down the mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318025388528368434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1r6i29-zI/AAAAAAAAANc/P3Kpr_BGF_Q/s320/Jacey+Leigh+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jacey, exhausted, sleeping on me before dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318025403941547330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1r7cRwbUI/AAAAAAAAANk/NsXNVu_5ccs/s320/Jacey+Leigh+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacey wanted to go "nigh night" with her baby under the blanket&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318026417765845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1s2dETiyI/AAAAAAAAANs/Z3wxY9XWfMU/s320/Jacey+Leigh+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking at the fire Dad built&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318026419758498626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1s2kfZA0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ik6k8Rxq-Q4/s320/Jacey+Leigh+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318027370214478962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1tt5NwVHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kuRyBneWAYM/s320/Jacey+Leigh+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Spring blizzard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318027372041066434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1tuABP18I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IhRxFWEplHY/s320/Jacey+Leigh+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318028112600327842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1uZG0VZqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oKRN6BHwatg/s320/Jacey+Leigh+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318028112773744674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1uZHdriCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/15gXYFho9ZE/s320/Jacey+Leigh+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My surprise flowers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3375846918520790761?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3375846918520790761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3375846918520790761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3375846918520790761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3375846918520790761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Sc1qeVRJTfI/AAAAAAAAANE/i_tKye12UAg/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7210560129026049523</id><published>2009-02-12T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:02:13.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been an incredibly long time since posting. The 7000 miles of traveling to Nashville, Branson, and Colorado Springs took it's toll. We're finally back enjoying the quiet peace before pre-summer events start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacey is officially 18 months old today. It's so amazing how fast she's grown up already. She has her daddy's social skills, and is trying to say everything we say. The most popular words of the moment are "no," "ah duh" (all done/gone), "book," and "mae-mei" (baby). I love being able to communicate with her and know some of the things she wants/needs. She loves going to the park, where she gets to play on the bouncy ducks, climb on everything, and go down the slides.  We knew early on that she was a climber, and it's evident now. She has no fear. I'm almost able to let her run free at the kiddie playground - since she's getting so good and the slides. (I still have the image of her going over head-first.) She also loves Sesame Street, in particular Elmo. Today she dancing for joy when I turned the tv on and she saw the little guy. She knows his theme song too, and will sing it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch's job is going really well. Neither one of us have any doubts that we are exactly where God wants us to be right now. He was able to baptize 3 of our teens this month following their trip to Winterfest. He also has started and new program where he is able to go one-on-one and challenge a handful of teens to study deeper. I get to go cook on Mondays with the ladies where we feed 100+ teens lunch.  It's always a blast, and any of you who have cooked large quantities of food with other women know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to upload our recent pics. Once that's done I'll post pictures for all to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7210560129026049523?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7210560129026049523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7210560129026049523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7210560129026049523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7210560129026049523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2009/02/18-months.html' title='18 Months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-8945282302616353960</id><published>2008-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:10:54.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So somehow it's already November. Who knew life could move so fast? I love the fall, with it's cooler weather, leaves falling, and a slower paced job. I wasn't sure Mitch's job would ever slow down, but we've had a few weekends here in a row that have been free. Mitch also has the ability to come home early and hang out with the teens on Xbox. He's truly enjoying his job, and I am enjoying being here in Canyon. I've started cooking for Monday lunch, where we feed high schoolers at church, and I'm going to our Ladies class on Wednesday mornings. I'm finding my place outside of just being a YM's wife, and it's been very good for both Mitch and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to go to Harding's homecoming this year, which was a blast.  We hadn't taken Jacey yet, so it was great to show her off to all of our friends and teachers.  She was such a little trooper too.  She only fussed about 45 minutes of the 20 hour round-trip drive.  Brandon and Joy were awesome hosts.  Claira is just adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun Halloween. Last year at trunk-or-treat Jacey's costume wasn't as warm, and of course it was freezing. So this year, like the good mom that I am, I got her this adorable, warm pig costume. It was basically a sleeper with ears. And it was 80 degrees. Go figure. We all had fun anyway. Halloween night Mitch headed to a Canyon football game while Jacey and I handed out candy. At first she didn't understand why she couldn't have the candy, but eventually enjoyed saying hi to everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacey is really growing up fast. She's definitely not a little baby anymore. She started walking more than a month ago, and now is walking and climbing on everything. She's also talking a lot. We haven't moved past single words, but she can say about 20 words and is trying to say more. It's nice to sort of understand what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some recent pictures for your enjoyment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267523522647807298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRoAvD1v1UI/AAAAAAAAALo/sTJm8uS73wQ/s320/Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267601278183367522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRpHdByDY2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/7I6pbNrLwVo/s320/PA310303.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267602059972683378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRpIKiLJpnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/sO7EtI_h6vc/s320/PA310305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267523534433001778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRoAvvvjoTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GqsIHRDSJAY/s320/PA170243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267523553411490354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRoAw2cYYjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DDDx18vHGhs/s320/PA240277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267523522390514210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRoAvC4Z2iI/AAAAAAAAALw/SlNNTDM2kO0/s320/harding+trip+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267601268713140450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRpHcegLMOI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WI7X7nyIOoY/s320/PA240290.JPG" border="0" /&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;/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/4865374676970423003-8945282302616353960?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/8945282302616353960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=8945282302616353960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8945282302616353960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8945282302616353960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SRoAvD1v1UI/AAAAAAAAALo/sTJm8uS73wQ/s72-c/Halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7763028174968916101</id><published>2008-10-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:42:56.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday</title><content type='html'>I will have to say that September has been one roller coaster of a month.  Thanks to everyone who is keeping my family in your prayers.  I know they are working to get us through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Mitch and I were free from any major commitments (who hoo!) and decided to get out the paint we bought for our kitchen and go.  We painted all day Friday and Saturday and part of Sunday afternoon.  We had to paint over wallpaper in our dining area, which added a lot of time to the process.  (I know that is a no-no, but after peeling off one layer and then discovering that second layer was GLUED to the drywall, we decided to stop peeling and start painting.)  We got out all of the loosely attached paper, mudded, sanded, primed, and then painted.  And after one coat some of the wallpaper decided it really wanted to come down.  So Mitch went back and took off all of the bubbles, mudded, sanded, primed, and then painted again.  I have to say that all of our hard work paid off.  It looks so amazing!  For those of you who have never seen our house, we bought it from a sweet old lady who raised her family in this house.  And they never updated any of the paint colors, so most of the house had dirty white paint everywhere.  By adding some color to the walls (in almost every room now!) this house has come back to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacey has experience her first sore throat this week.  Monday afternoon she woke up from her nap with a 101 degree fever.  I decided to wait and see if this was just a 24 hour thing or part of teething, but on Tuesday it went up to 102.  The doctor was able to get her in that afternoon and said her throat was red with little blisters.  Poor thing.  Apparently this virus is going around right now.  She's finally starting to feel better, I think, but still has a little bit of the fever.  Thank goodness for Motrin and Tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be busy but super fun.  It's Homecoming here and with that comes a powder-puff football game tonight, high school football game tomorrow, Fair on the Square, parade, and college football on Saturday.   I'm hoping Jacey feels good enough by Saturday to really enjoy the crowds at the fair and the parade.  I just wish I had enough money to buy everything and the fair! Our downtown square is decked out in booths full of crafts and goodies.  It's a lot of fun to see everything and everyone.  It's definitely one of the exciting things about living in a small(ish) town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7763028174968916101?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7763028174968916101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7763028174968916101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7763028174968916101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7763028174968916101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7994410162998674281</id><published>2008-09-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:03:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life has been...a challenge.  We've travelled to Nashville, around Texas, and to Camp Blue Haven.  Family is good, and horrible, and frustrating, and comforting.  I guess that is the way life works.  Thanks to you who have been there with yor prayers and encouragement. I'm going to need them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job here has gotten better.  It's very nice to be in a routine.  We had a good retreat this past weekend.  I'm thoroughly enjoying going to church for the first time in a while.  Not that I've hated church or anything, but it's hard to separate ministry/job and church sometimes.  I'm working with the Monday lunches and loving the girl time there.  Also I'm able to go to Ladies Bible class on Wednesday since Jacey dropped her morning nap.  It has been comforting, especially recently. Overall things here are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7994410162998674281?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7994410162998674281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7994410162998674281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7994410162998674281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7994410162998674281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-9123493578502230231</id><published>2008-08-25T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:26:05.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mitch and I had an awesome weekend.   I think it was the first weekend in a long time that Mitch was home.  We had Friday Night Live here with over 10 Jr. High kids (craziness) and enjoyed the fellowship.  The past few days we had been painting stripes in the youth room, so we continued on Saturday morning.  Mitch, by interior designer, has done a great job at decorating the youth room so far.  We're trying to create a "coffee shop" feel, with mood lighting, comfy seats, etc.  That evening we enjoyed going out looking for cool decor and eating at Red Robin.  (Burgers are  alway awesome in my family).  Sunday was full of more craziness, and included church, class, fellowship lunch, parent meeting, church, dinner and girls' devo.  Needless to say I was wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random things that I've learned this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Off-brand cream of mushroom soup is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the same.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jacey loves meatloaf.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need girlfriends, and desperately miss all of you who fulfill that for me!&lt;br /&gt;4. Where the disposable tablecloths are at Walmart.  This took me 6 months.  They just aren't where they're supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;5. It's ok to discover different possibilities that life may hold.&lt;br /&gt;6. The Olympics are truly fun to watch...with DVR.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm so glad school has started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-9123493578502230231?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/9123493578502230231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=9123493578502230231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/9123493578502230231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/9123493578502230231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/08/mitch-and-i-had-awesome-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-2651421445630041694</id><published>2008-08-22T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:27:16.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment</title><content type='html'>Mitch and I have worked this summer on creating an exciting environment for the teens in the youth group, mainly to encourage them to grow in their desire and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to the Lord. So often we get in the habit of going through motions and thinking that church is boring. It's just another place to go, something to take up our precious time. We have a small handful of teens who have realized they &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to be a church. They aren't there because their parents made them, or because they just want to socialize. They want to worship. Honestly though, that's rare, for the teens and even in my own life. We have graduated more than a few teens who've grown up in the church but haven't commited their lives to Christ. They know all the songs, some memory verses, and have done all the "big" things, like mission trips and such. They're the really "good" people and nothing bad should happen to them. Right? I wonder about their parents. Mitch and I can tell when parents truly emphasize Christianity. They have talked about God frequently at different times and value attending church. I know growing up that skipping church just wasn't a option. It wasn't even discussed. Were there times when my parents were tired and barely had time to get dinner on the table before we had to leave? Yep. I know how easy it is to make excuses and not show up. I'm the one who makes sure Jacey is fed, bathed, and ready to go. Due to the nature of Mitch's job, he isn't always able to help. I can't help but wonder sometimes is the reason our teens don't see the need to commit fully to God is because they saw the lack off desire in their own parents. The excuses of being tired, busy, having family time, etc. probably taught them that God can be put off until we feel like we're ready. I'm truly frustrated at times when we have twice the number of people on Sunday morning as we do on Sunday nights. Who cares if it's the same thing we've already done that day? We get to worship God. We are now making sure there are planned activities on Sunday nights after church every week so that the teens might be interested in coming. It's sad to me that we have to resort to that. As a parent know I am amazed by my responsibility. This rather lengthy post is for me as much as anyone else. I just hope Jacey can see my desire and commitment, even when I'm tired from everything life holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-2651421445630041694?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/2651421445630041694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=2651421445630041694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2651421445630041694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2651421445630041694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/08/desire.html' title='Commitment'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3002881681248252167</id><published>2008-08-15T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:16:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This has been a very crazy, very busy week. Monday Mitch and I headed to Amarillo to do some birthday shopping for Jacey. We went to Toys R Us and were promptly overwhelmed by the huge selection. (I can't imagine what we would've done in a bigger city.) After an hour and a half, we left with a good selection. We decided that Christmas will come soon and we didn't have to buy everything on this trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday was filled with cooking, cleaning, and a fabulous party. Mitch's parents came in early and helped us get ready. We were fortunate enough to be able to celebrate with friends who have loved on Jacey so much this past year. The whole evening just went smoothly. The food turned out good, the cake looked and tasted great, and everyone seemed to enjoy each other's company. We host so many youth get-togethers that I forget what an party with maturity is like. The evening was very special to me, and I'll remember it forever. I think Jacey had a great time too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a few pictures of the evening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234849609176217378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXr---KdyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dTuxtR3aHxY/s320/P8120113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234849611508423506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXr_HqNG1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/EKot_Q2Dp_8/s320/P8120115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234849622151456258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXr_vTs5gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/prp5xXCT8PM/s320/P8120124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234849627586782818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXsADjlZmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XuEj7cas7o0/s320/P8120130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234851181048864834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXtaepzoEI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QbqkXKf_kQc/s320/P8120144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234851172930719042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXtaAaSjUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wA8hLtqnKcQ/s320/P8120141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234851187257995250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXta1yLb_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7P0T8tVjsU4/s320/P8120164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234851193273891010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXtbMMeuMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/0X-ekq9GxL0/s320/P8120190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's had to believe that it's been a year since Jacey came into our lives.  She's grown so much (and we have too!)  I can't wait to see what our future holds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few of my favorite things about Jacey:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Her quick smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The way she dances to any type of music.  It's definitely in her genes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Her expressiveness.  If the house is too quiet she'll fix the problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.  The way she eats anything put in front of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Her wet kisses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.  The look on her face when she's proud of herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Her giggle.  She's not easy to get ot laugh, but when she does, it's priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday Mitch and I enjoyed a quiet evening.  We were thinking about getting out of town and heading to Lubbock just for the fun of it, but after everything we had done this past week we changed out minds.  We watched August Rush and the Olympics.  The Olympics are special to us because on our honeymoon we watched them a lot.  I ended up with a bad cold on our wedding and didn't feel like doing much sight-seeing.  Mitch told me he wants to hide out for a week or so every 4 years during the Olympics for our anniversary.  We'll see. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3002881681248252167?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3002881681248252167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3002881681248252167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3002881681248252167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3002881681248252167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthdays-and-anniversaries.html' title='Birthdays and Anniversaries'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKXr---KdyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dTuxtR3aHxY/s72-c/P8120113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-689272635228844662</id><published>2008-08-07T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:35:41.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Recently I've realized just how much my little girl has grown.  She's wearing clothing that actually matches her age (a first), forgoing her morning nap, eating like crazy, and generally acting more independent.   She loves whole milk and doesn't mind the weaning process.  In less than a week she'll be able to ride in a new car seat.  There are lots of changes happening, and I'm both excited and sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a very busy, yet fun, week.  Since this is Adam's (our intern) last week, we decided to paint the youth room.  Finally!  It took most of the day Tuesday to get the the base coat on.  We still have the stripes and a 2nd coat to do in the hallway.  So far I think it looks fantastic.  It's much better than the awful beat-up white.  Wednesday we had a funeral, church, and volleyball.  Today we bought more paint, took Adam for awesome pizza at Basil Doc's, and got supplies for the camp-out retreat this weekend.  Mitch and the youth group are going to camp out in the canyon on one of our elder's land.  3 days and 2 nights without bathrooms.  Jacey and I have decided to stay home and watch the Olympics.  I'm sure everyone will have fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-689272635228844662?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/689272635228844662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=689272635228844662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/689272635228844662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/689272635228844662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-8233033267472096864</id><published>2008-07-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:22:56.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Kisses</title><content type='html'>This past week we spent at Camp Blue Haven with a bunch of our kids.  Jacey (and Mitch and I) loved seeing new people, and especially her grandparents.  Camp is usually like vacation for us, since we're able to stay with Mitch's parents.  It was definitely a much needed break from the normal routine.  While we were there, Jacey blossomed a little more.  She loved talking to anyone who would listen, and since she is totally adorable, she had many admiring listeners.  As a result she learned 2 more words - Papa and bye bye - and both are amazingly clear.  She also loved Grandma's cooking and ate more table food than she has yet.  (As a side note, Grandma made cinnamon rolls for the whole camp...yumm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was the lucky recipient of Jacey's first kiss.  It was small and quick, but a kiss nevertheless.  Neither Mitch nor I had seen her interested in doing it again until tonight.  We were just relaxing on our bed while she crawled and tumbled around when she looked at me with her tongue out and leaned towards my mouth.  I politely kissed her and she smiled.  She then did it again, but this time she made the smacking sound.  Unfortunately she only knows how to make this sound with her tongue out.   And as a result she kisses with her tongue.  (Unless you don't know, Jacey has inheirited her father's amazingly long tongue.)  It's totally precious, and she is so proud of herself.  It'll be a moment I won't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-8233033267472096864?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/8233033267472096864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=8233033267472096864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8233033267472096864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8233033267472096864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-kisses.html' title='Baby Kisses'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-285618893196514195</id><published>2008-07-16T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:06:37.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the rest of my update...</title><content type='html'>So to all those who were out there wondering, the reason we may not have a computer room is that eventually Jacey will move in there when she's old enough for a big girl bed. Not any time soon. At least that's the plan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great 4th of July this year.  Canyon always has a parade and a crafts fair on the square, which is always hot and crowded, just like the 4th should be.  We usually go to Hil's restaurant to get breakfast burritos with the Hacketts, but since they were at camp, we went by ourselves.  We then headed home to let Jacey get a quick morning nap in, and then ventured out to the square to see all of the people and the parade.  After an hour or so Mom and Jacey were hot and tired, so we all went home to nap and cool off.   That evening we ate with many of our friends from church at the Bradshaw's.   There was lots of brisket and sausage - a good West Texas barbeque.  Unfortunately Jacey is too little to stay up to 10 pm to enjoy and appreciate the fireworks.  Mitch and I decided to go up on our roof to watch them from our house.  They usually shoot them off at the park 1/2 mile from our house, so we were hoping to get a good view.  As it turned out, it was one of the best shows we've seen since watching them in Nashville.  We were able to hear some of the music that they were playing, and we had a perfect, unobstructed view of the fireworks.  We also enjoyed talking to each other without distractions, since there is nothing to do up on a roof except talk and sight-see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to Ft. Worth to help move the Hacketts in.  I really needed to get out of town and see something new for a few days.  The summer craziness can wear on me a lot if I let it, and I was definitely getting a little burned out.  We were able to help move in a bunch of stuff.  We also were able to go to a Rangers game, where we had box seats.  Totally awesome!  I didn't watch much of the game, but it still was an amazing experience.  Jacey loved all of the cheering and clapping.  Her eyes would light up every time the crowd started cheering and clap and smile along with them.  It was priceless.  Sunday we came home and enjoyed sleeping in a bed again.  The weekend was a lot of work but also very fun.  I definitely came back recharged and ready to finish the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we head to Blue Haven for camp.  I love camp.  My duties this year are to bring the grandchild and help around the kitchen as needed.  What a great way to spend a week!   Mitch and I are looking forward to some parental TLC.  Hopefully Jacey enjoys the experience as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I have decided that Jacey needs more words.  The child has inherited her father's desire for conversation.  She has about 4 or 5 words besides "Mama" and "Dada" that she's trying to master, such as "duck," "dog," "ball," "bird," and "bye-bye."  She mainly just gets the first part of the word out (kind of like Bambi does when he first says bird).  The rest of the time she just jabbers away about things that Mitch and I don't understand.  It's very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacey also has gotten her first tooth this week.  She's been a real trouper.  She hasn't fussed or cried too much.  Her appetite and sleeping are just a little bit out of wack.  I was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to get teeth since she's 11 months old.  But as always, never fear...things take care of themselves in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-285618893196514195?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/285618893196514195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=285618893196514195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/285618893196514195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/285618893196514195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-rest-of-my-update.html' title='And the rest of my update...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6826212641057689184</id><published>2008-07-15T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:47:55.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Computer</title><content type='html'>My wonderful dad worked out a deal with Mitch to get us a new computer.  It finally arrived this afternoon and its amazing.  We decided we needed a laptop for the future when we don't have a computer/study room.  This thing is entirely too smart for its own good.  Mitch discovered the speech recognition program and we have had a blast opening programs and ordering it around.  It's quite fun.  I'll try to compose a blog completely by voice soon.  (Not that you'll know any difference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing great here.  Sorry for the long absence, but it's summer.  And it's crazy.  We just got back from moving our friends Bryan and Susan to Ft. Worth for their new job.  I'm already missing them terribly.  But I know they are where they're supposed to be, and I think the congregation there will take good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later...movie night awaits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6826212641057689184?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6826212641057689184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6826212641057689184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6826212641057689184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6826212641057689184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-computer.html' title='New Computer'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-933005197171054814</id><published>2008-06-20T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:02.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits and other random things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So yes, I did survive last week without Mitch here. Jacey and I had a good time together. I realized that having a kid to take care of and keep me busy helps to pass the time. Thursday night my parents arrived to visit for a long weekend. It was great to see them, and Jacey especially loved all the attention. Dad hadn't seen her since January, when she wasn't doing anything other than the newborn duties - eating, sleeping, and pooping. He was able to get in the floor and play with her. They also brought some of my old toys which were really fun to see again. Jacey was glad to have some new things to play with. (We're too cheap to buy new toys.) Mitch arrived Saturday night, tired but happy to be home. And very tan. We went to the pool Monday and Mom and Dad loved watching Jacey splash and generally wear herself out. They headed home Tuesday after we had a great time together. (Pictures to come later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitch and I have recently been on an enivronmentally-friendly kick. We've started recycling more, using canvas grocery bags, and buying all-natural cleaners. I have to say that so far I've been surprised at how easy it's been. We bought 3 canvas bags from Walmart to cut down on the plastic bags we were using. They're amazing! Our groceries using can fit in all three, with maybe one or two extra bags needed. It make my life easier because I don't have to go through 15 bags to empty my groceries. I also bought the Green Works cleaner, and it is great. It cleans better than most products, and it smells like limes. Yum. Anyway, so there's my plug for the enivronment. Whoo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a completely different subject, Jacey loves macaroni and cheese. For lunch today she ate a banana and some of a tuna fish sandwich. But when she saw that we had made mac and cheese, she refused to eat anything else. I think she ate about 1/3 of my macaroni. It was amazing. She can really put down the food when she wants to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214076959638843778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SFwfXpLScYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFnMfq1RBxw/s320/Jacey+Leigh+393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214076953344580546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SFwfXRunm8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/jYfqyN9ioEo/s320/Jacey+Leigh+389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-933005197171054814?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/933005197171054814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=933005197171054814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/933005197171054814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/933005197171054814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/06/visits-and-other-random-things.html' title='Visits and other random things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SFwfXpLScYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yFnMfq1RBxw/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1432539356748948888</id><published>2008-06-11T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:41:18.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been awhile since my last update.  We have definitely started summer, both in terms of the weather and work load.  Last week we all headed to 6 Flags with 40 Jr. High kids and sponsors for 3 days of fun.  It was a great, uneventful trip.  Jacey loved the pool, the 3 rides she could go on a 6 Flags, and the awesome waterpark.  She played hard until she just about fell asleep sitting in the water.  It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Mitch is in Houston, sweating, with our high school kids.  They work with little kids from the inner city at a camp about an hour out of Houston.  It's very rewarding, and also very exhausting.  While he's away Jacey and I have just hung out together.  Monday I got a fever/virus and was pretty miserable with no one to take care of me.  But I survived, of course, and now we're getting things ready for Grammy and Gramps (my parents) to come a visit for a long weekend.  It's been a very long time since we've seen both of them, so we're looking forward to a good time.  Jacey is getting a little tired of seeing just me, so they will definitely brighten her day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1432539356748948888?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1432539356748948888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1432539356748948888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1432539356748948888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1432539356748948888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is here'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3369945115299806718</id><published>2008-05-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:03.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Fish</title><content type='html'>Today we took Jacey to the WTAMU pool with our friends the Hacketts. I really had no idea what to expect. I knew Jacey liked the water, but pools can be completely different, with all the people and craziness. However, she loved every minute! She was practically swimming already. She also loved to splash everywhere. It was so fun to share something new with her. Her friend Colton enjoyed it too, especially when he got to stand on the steps. They both were adorable. Needless to say, Jacey wore herself out and crashed hard for the evening. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865401005909106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtlgXKtpHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7ZFl15VULGA/s320/Jacey+Leigh+296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865409595843714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtlg3KtpII/AAAAAAAAAFo/pF0DDRydytk/s320/Jacey+Leigh+297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865413890811026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtlhHKtpJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/t9Fpo30CXZw/s320/Jacey+Leigh+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865418185778338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtlhXKtpKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1M1l47BOPhg/s320/Jacey+Leigh+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867539899622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtnc3KtpNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Z5YQAOW2Ik4/s320/Jacey+Leigh+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204865426775712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtlh3KtpLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EVJx-xuiD4w/s320/Jacey+Leigh+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867531309688002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtncXKtpMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MMbS5NypaLY/s320/Jacey+Leigh+310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867544194589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtndHKtpOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sQ29CxjJOMI/s320/Jacey+Leigh+312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204867548489557234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtndXKtpPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HUKHrlz6tMQ/s320/Jacey+Leigh+315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3369945115299806718?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3369945115299806718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3369945115299806718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3369945115299806718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3369945115299806718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-little-fish.html' title='My Little Fish'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SDtlgXKtpHI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7ZFl15VULGA/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1399048606050750439</id><published>2008-05-15T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:18:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Bug</title><content type='html'>Need I say more?  Mitch woke up yesterday with it, and he actually stayed home all day.  This meant he did not go to church.  I know.  It's amazing.  I got it last night and didn't get much sleep at all.  We've decided that Jacey had it first and that's why she's been fussy.  She never showed signs of stomach sickness, so that's why we thought it was teething.  Luckily it's only a 24 hour-ish thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now feeling better at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1399048606050750439?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1399048606050750439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1399048606050750439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1399048606050750439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1399048606050750439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/05/stomach-bug.html' title='Stomach Bug'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6818142665564021838</id><published>2008-05-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:59:50.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months</title><content type='html'>Jacey has now reached the 9 month mark.  She weighs in at a whopping 15 lbs, 13 oz and is 26 3/4 inches tall.  The doctor wasn't concerned about her weight - she just said she's going to look like a model when she's older and that Mitch is in trouble.  We now must venture into the world of table food.  I have a feeling it's going to be a hard transition.  Especially with a grumpy, teething baby. But I know we'll make it through like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story that was in our bulletin Sunday, and I thought it was amazing.  I almost teared up.  Almost. :)  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     The baby further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     &lt;em&gt;God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.  And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     "Who will protect me?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     God said, "You will simply call her, 'Mom.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6818142665564021838?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6818142665564021838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6818142665564021838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6818142665564021838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6818142665564021838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3713544824752694496</id><published>2008-05-10T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:31:53.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>I knew these next few weeks were going to be crazy, and I was right.  We've finally had a half a day to relax and just enjoy being together.  Yesterday Mitch headed out to the canyon to go camping with some of our teen guys and other men in the congregation.  They apparently played hard and have marks to prove it.  Mitch came home exhausted but said they had a great time. I then asked him to turn over my garden so we could plant some tomatoes and peppers.  Obviously I have a fantastic husband, because he did just that.  And without complaining.  (In case you're wondering, I'm updating for him since he hasn't done it for himself. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a good workout at physical therapy and also walked around Walmart for a while.  My knee is definitely getting stronger, but I have a ways to go still.  At least I can walk around and get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacey has run a mild fever for the past few days.  It hasn't gone above 99.8, and since she has no other symptoms, I'm pretty sure she's cutting teeth.  She seems to chew on things and rub her gums with her tongue a lot (which is very cute).  I'm kind of surprised it's taken a while, but I knew that's fairly normal.  She did play hard today and was less fussy tonight.  Hopefully we'll wake up with a new tooth tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of the moms out there have a great Mother's Day tomorrow!  I want to wish my mom a happy, relaxing, and non-stressful day.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3713544824752694496?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3713544824752694496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3713544824752694496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3713544824752694496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3713544824752694496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1321085017359903507</id><published>2008-05-02T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:20:41.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; has become quite a little talker this week.  She's been saying "Dada" for a couple of weeks, but now she'll look at Mitch, wave, and clearly say "Dada!"  It's so precious.  Unfortunately, I only get "Mama" when shes really mad.  Sunday we sat her down on the floor, and apparently she didn't want to be there.  She yelled "mama!" and started screaming.  Still precious though.  Her next word will be "dog."  Right now it sounds like"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good that we had a quiet weekend last week.  This week has been pretty insane, with PT, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-admitting for my surgery Monday, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;newsletter&lt;/span&gt; to put out, senior banquet to plan, sermon to prepare, and all of the other normal activities we both have to do.  Luckily I'm getting back to normal.  I actually did all the laundry, dusted, and vacuumed yesterday.  I don't think I've vacuumed the house in 2 months (not that I really missed doing it.)  It's just nice not to have to ask Mitch to do housework on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided this week to start a scrapbook for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jacey's&lt;/span&gt; first year.  My pictures came in yesterday, and I can't wait to start.  It's been a while since I even wanted to scrapbook, since my last one ended up being a behemoth.  At my baby shower in Nashville, I received a huge box full of paper, stickers, ribbons, and quotes all about babies.  So I have all the supplies I need (maybe). Hopefully this one won't take 2 1/2 years to finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1321085017359903507?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1321085017359903507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1321085017359903507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1321085017359903507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1321085017359903507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/05/dada.html' title='Dada!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-2664046533153714559</id><published>2008-04-26T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:42:01.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking and Crawling</title><content type='html'>We are now in motion around our house. Jacey can army-crawl anywhere she wants to go and is loving every minute. I made a deal with her when I got hurt. I told her that she could crawl when I could walk. Well, Thursday my PT said that I could walk around the house without crutches. Whoo-hoo!! Needless to say I'm quite sore and tired, but mobile nonetheless! You can see Jacey in action &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-S_KJnLnYU"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZf74K24Ubo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I hadn't had a free evening together in at least 2 weeks, so yesterday we headed to Amarillo to spend some birthday money. I found a new outfit at the mall and got Mitch's birthday gift as well. Afterwards we tried out a new Japanese restaurant for dinner. Who knew we liked Oriental food so much? Our last stop was Walmart, where we seem to have to visit at least once a week. (And I still forget to get something I needed every time!) I secretly love driving the scooters around Walmart. Jacey enjoys the ride as well. After we walked/scooted around the store 3 times, we decided we had what we came for and went home. Where Jacey and I promptly crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is filled with absolutely nothing. Hope everyone can have such a good Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-2664046533153714559?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/2664046533153714559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=2664046533153714559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2664046533153714559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2664046533153714559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/04/walking-and-crawling.html' title='Walking and Crawling'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1243763210999798554</id><published>2008-04-18T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T05:54:24.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lame can walk again...</title><content type='html'>Well, sort of.  I can now put pressure on my knee, and so Wednesday I started to try getting around with just one crutch.  Mitch thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever seen, but it works!  It's nice to be able to move around the house with Jacey and not have to go through the ordeal of strapping her in the Bjorn.  My knee was admittedly sore yesterday, but my physical therapist said that was normal, and as long as I took it easy I wouldn't reinjure anything.  Physical therapy is going well.  I'm making very slow progress.  Very slow.  Apparently that is ok, and I will be back to normal eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacey woke up Wednesday morning with a slight fever and an upset stomach.  I was hoping she was getting her new tooth in, but so far nothing.  And since she is feeling better now, I'm guessing it still has a while.  Poor thing.  She is just about to crawl, and she will imitate you when you say "Da Da."  It's very cute.  Unfortunately she only says "m" syllables when she's really mad.  I'm not sure how to take that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I have a semi-empty weekend, so we're going to enjoy actually seeing each other and just hanging out.  Hope everyone has a good weekend as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1243763210999798554?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1243763210999798554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1243763210999798554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1243763210999798554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1243763210999798554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/04/lame-can-walk-again.html' title='The lame can walk again...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-2162806593004078149</id><published>2008-04-10T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:17:35.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The light at the end...</title><content type='html'>I had a doctor's visit on Tuesday and I actually heard the words "that looks really good!"  Finally!  Apparently everything is on track and healing just fine.  I got my stitches out (that was not as fun as I'd hoped), got the ok to bend my knee as much as I want, and am now going to physical therapy.  Monday I can start putting pressure on my knee as well, and hopefully soon after I can make it around on one crutch.  So I am definitely seeing the light at the end of this very long tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also now alone.  Mitch's mom headed on home yesterday, and I have to say a big thank-you to her and my mom.  We couldn't have managed without either of them.  And now I have to stop being lazy and actually do stuff. :)  It'll be great though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and Jacey are doing well too.  He's had a crazy time at work since mid-December, and I really don't expect it to get much better anytime soon.  The good thing is that he is still having a blast working with these teens, and I am too.  In less than 2 months we'll be headed to Six Flags and Houston to kick off the summer excitements.  Jacey has really blossomed in the last few weeks.  She is trying so hard to crawl, but hasn't figured out how to get up on her knees yet.  It won't be long though.  She's eating chicken now, along with Cheerios and just about anything else I will give her.  It's truly amazing how much a little person can put down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else out there is doing well.  Thanks to everyone for their thoughts and prayers.  Keep 'em coming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-2162806593004078149?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/2162806593004078149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=2162806593004078149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2162806593004078149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2162806593004078149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-at-end.html' title='The light at the end...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-4251411358220989555</id><published>2008-03-26T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:04.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and other things</title><content type='html'>With all of the other craziness that is going on in our lives, I've forgotten to update everyone on my little girl. She has loved her Grammy being here and spoiling her. She even will reach for her while I'm holding her. Mom just loves it! Jacey has done a ton of new things recently. She's now eating Cheerios and drinking from a sippy cup. She also sits in a high chair at restaurants. She thinks she's pretty cool stuff and has this adorable proud look on her face. Sunday at church she waved bye-bye for the first time. I was the proud one this time! Grammy has been working on "patty-cake" and Jacey now claps all the time trying to do it herself. She has grown so much in a very short time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was fun, even though Mitch had to be out of town. We dressed Jacey up with a new dress and new shoes, which she loved. After church we were able to go out to eat with Bryan and Susan. That's always a fun adventure, because their son Colton is 1 month older than Jacey. At the end of the meal there were cheerios, toys, crackers, and throw-up all over the floor. Our poor waitress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had surgery on Monday, and they were able to save my ACL. I have two wires holding it down on the bone, and my knee is locked in my brace at 30 degrees. Hopefully when I go back in two weeks I'll be able to start moving it, and then putting pressure on it soon after. I will have to go back in to get the wires removed, but that should be no big deal. My doctor said that recovery will be longer this way, but my knee will be stronger after it's healed. I've just decided that God is teaching me patience, because it feels like its taking forever. Luckily I have great family and friends to take care of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of Easter and Mom's visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182152075089646722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R-qz2yfFlII/AAAAAAAAAFI/8iKOQk2PSqY/s320/Jacey+Leigh+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacey's new sun hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150966988084338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R-qy2SfFlHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Lx-7S8wdSSk/s320/Jacey+Leigh+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jacey and Grammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182152079384614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R-qz3CfFlJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D6FlSw6DpOw/s320/Jacey+Leigh+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her shoes are covered in glitter, and she was enthralled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150954103182418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R-qy1ifFlFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/w-m2jhGTyig/s320/Jacey+Leigh+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182150958398149730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R-qy1yfFlGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zDW8qc348ms/s320/Jacey+Leigh+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-4251411358220989555?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/4251411358220989555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=4251411358220989555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4251411358220989555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4251411358220989555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-and-other-things.html' title='Easter and other things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R-qz2yfFlII/AAAAAAAAAFI/8iKOQk2PSqY/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6675206168140215941</id><published>2008-03-19T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:39:04.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #2</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been awhile.  It takes time to make it to the computer, so I often just don't.  I had my doctor's visit yesterday, and it turns out that when I do something, I do it well!  The diagnosis is that I partially tore my MCL (which will fix itself), have some soft tissue damage, have a bone chip, have a fracture on the outside of my tibia, and my ACL, while still intact, is completely torn off of the bone.  The doc said that I almost dislocated my knee.  Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday at 3 is my surgery.  My doc said that he hopes to be able to reattach my ACL to the bone with screws.  If he can't, he'll have to reconstruct my ACL with part of my hamstring (from my other leg).  Sounds quite scary, but he said he does it every day, and it wasn't a big deal.  Obviously I'm just ready for the healing process to begin.   I won't be able to walk on my leg for about 2 weeks after the surgery because of the fracture.  But after that hopefully I'll be getting back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that I'm not in any pain, other than my arms (from the crutches).  My mom is planning to stay until next Thursday or Friday.  She's been a big blessing.  Mitch is home and has also been really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone else doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6675206168140215941?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6675206168140215941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6675206168140215941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6675206168140215941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6675206168140215941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-2.html' title='Update #2'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-5222845376908749924</id><published>2008-03-13T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:11:11.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who has mentioned they're thinking of me.  I told Mom a few days ago that you really know if you're liked when you get hurt or sick.  So many people have offered help, food, and prayers.  It's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor on Tuesday.  Mitch and I were very impressed with everything they did.  We had a ton of questions, and they actually answered them in a kind, understandable way.  We felt a lot better.  The doc examined my knee, but he couldn't really tell exactly what was messed up.  His guess was that I for sure hurt my MCL (on the inside of your leg) my miniscus (the cartilage that cushions your knee), and possibly my ACL.  We had the MRI done that evening, but we won't know the results for a few days.   He also drained some of the fluid out of my knee (which was totally cool btw), and said that I definitely had more than a sprain. Duh.  Worst case scenario is that I fractured my tibia and can't put weight on it for a long time.  Best case is that I can put pressure on it (no crutches!) and wear my knee brace around until surgery.  Hopefully we'll know something by next Tuesday.  They typically don't do surgery for a couple of weeks so that the swelling can go down and they have better visibility while repairing things. I'll keep everyone informed as soon as we know something more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I'm feeling better every day.  The crutches have given me some sore muscles, but nothing terrible.  I'm ready to be back to normal, but I'm making myself enjoy the down time.  And the pampering.  Pray for my Mom too, because she's working her tail off.  She probably hasn't done this much laundry and cooked this much in a long time.   She's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch is gearing up to go on the ski retreat this weekend.  Hopefully all the kids that are going still want to go, and they will make it safely to Wolf Creek with no problems (like freak blizzards.)  Mom and I will probably do a lot of scrapbooking and talking.  It'll be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-5222845376908749924?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/5222845376908749924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=5222845376908749924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5222845376908749924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5222845376908749924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6955791523082350741</id><published>2008-03-09T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:00:34.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>This weekend Mitch and I went up to Blue Haven to go skiing with his parents.  This trip was practice for the ski retreat we have coming up next weekend.  We wanted to be sure Jacey would handle everything ok.   (She was absolutely wonderful.)  The snow was amazing.  I have usually had to ski on some ice, but this weekend there was just packed powder.  I actually made it the whole morning without falling - a miracle in itself.  For the first time I was enjoying myself, not tense or struggling.  Then we decided to go to the top of the mountain.  On a ski lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ski lifts.  I always have.  It's so hard to get on and off of them.  And this lift had my number.  As we reached the very top of the mountain, my skis got tangled up somehow and I twisted my knee.  As a result I ended up going down the mountain with the ski patrol (it would've been more fun if I weren't hurt) and heading to a local clinic.  At the clinic they took X-rays and apparently I pulled my MCL so hard it chipped the bone.  They couldn't tell what else had happened, but gave me a semi-cast and told me to call a doctor on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results of my injury:&lt;br /&gt;I cannot walk w/o crutches, take a shower without my husband helping, change my clothes, or carry or pick up Jacey (this includes putting her in bed from my rocker, which is maybe 5 feet away from the crib).&lt;br /&gt;My mom came as soon as she could and has now done 3 loads of laundry, washed the dishes, run the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen, changed her sheets, made dinner, and given Jacey a bath.  She got here about 6 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stay on the couch while everyone gets me anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some positives, some negatives.  We go to the doctor tomorrow hopefully, and then I'll know for sure what needs to happen.  I know I'll need surgery, but I don't know how extensive.  I'm concerned about my ability to continue nursing, so prayers for that would be appreciated.  I'm in less pain today, which I hope is a good sign.   I don't even need m prescripton pain meds, just good ole advil.  Your prayers for me this week would be appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for everyone who is wondering, Mitch is a very excellent nurse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6955791523082350741?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6955791523082350741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6955791523082350741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6955791523082350741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6955791523082350741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/03/ski-trip.html' title='Ski Trip'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-8822648883813402917</id><published>2008-02-23T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:23:46.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since the past few weeks have been very busy, with basketball games, devos, and other misc events, Mitch and I decided to spend a day at home on the couch.  We started off the day with a movie, went online and watched the Harding/Henderson b-ball game (close to actually being there), and watched another movie.  Jacey then woke up and I realized that I hadn't left the house since Wednesday evening.  Needless to say I was a little stir crazy.  So we called up Newton and Laura and met them for an enjoyable dinner at Abuelo's.  We hadn't see them since Christmas and it was really nice to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is coming next Saturday to spend her Spring Break with us.  I'm really excited to have her here.  We don't have many big plans - just some quality time together.  It'll be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-8822648883813402917?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/8822648883813402917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=8822648883813402917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8822648883813402917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8822648883813402917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/02/since-past-few-weeks-have-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6497501454110646797</id><published>2008-02-16T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:05.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful Valentine's Day this year. I can always count on my hubby to bring me flowers of some sort, and this year was no exception. He also got his little girl something to remember the day. We had a nice, quiet evening at home, and a good dinner. We decided not to go out, since everyone else would be doing the same thing. Mitch got some cute pictures of the day for everyone to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had Jacey's 6 month pictures taken. It's amazing what a difference 3 months can make. She sat up and smiled at the camera and looked like she was enjoying every minute of it. I can't wait to get the pictures back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167686698243891922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R7dPrCdWotI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FBJfisKWj2w/s320/Jacey+Leigh+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167686702538859234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R7dPrSdWouI/AAAAAAAAAEg/k-E6KB7Imks/s320/Jacey+Leigh+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167686719718728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R7dPsSdWovI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bx6dz1tRgXM/s320/Jacey+Leigh+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6497501454110646797?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6497501454110646797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6497501454110646797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6497501454110646797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6497501454110646797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R7dPrCdWotI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FBJfisKWj2w/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3254198745911662627</id><published>2008-02-13T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:57:38.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>Jacey is now officially half a year old.  I can't believe she's here already, and I know I'm just going to keep saying that.  She now is a chubby 14 pounds, loves food and her daddy, and wants to talk to everyone.  I can't wait to see what the next few months bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had a great time watching the Happy Cowboys/girls basketball team play.  The guys are ranked around #1, and the girls are doing well too.  I really know nothing about basketball (one of the few sports that I never watched often), but it's fun to sit with excited/nervous parents and cheer their kids on.  It's also fun to watch Mitch turn into a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this year Mitch and I are really interested in the political scene.  We actually find ourselves watching CNN as the latest results come in.  (Who knew CNN could be interesting?)  I like the competition that is going on.  I'm excited to see what the future holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3254198745911662627?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3254198745911662627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3254198745911662627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3254198745911662627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3254198745911662627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/02/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3212678572805098400</id><published>2008-02-04T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:48:59.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night we had a great Super Bowl party with the teens. There was a ton of food (2 lb of sausage balls and a 24 inch pizza for starters), lots of people, and lots of fun. About 25-30 people came and went throughout the evening. And most of them were rooting for the Giants, so it was an especially good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays are typically very difficult days on Jacey, and thus on Mom and Dad as well. She now wants to be a part of things and is always looking around at what's going on. And as a result she doesn't sleep as much during church, lunch, etc. Luckily 30 kids in the house made her too distracted to be grumpy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of her grumpiness is from a change the way she goes to sleep. For the past 5 months I've put her to bed with her legs swaddled, mainly because she slept better. However on Saturday she figured out how to roll from her tummy to her back. When I put her to bed that night, she proceeded to flip herself 180 degrees in the other direction. While being swaddled. So I promptly decided the blanket in the crib with her was probably not the best idea. Strike #1. Strike #2 came because she only can roll to the right. And the crib is only so big. She didn't like having something stop her progress. Fortunately she did go to sleep. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very fun to watch her roll across the room. I'm still terrified of having a mobile child, mainly because I don't know what to expect. But I've made it this far, I'm sure I can survive. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3212678572805098400?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3212678572805098400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3212678572805098400' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3212678572805098400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3212678572805098400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-night-we-had-great-super-bowl.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3635784311803986998</id><published>2008-02-02T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:05.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kelly reminded me that I haven't posted pictures of our new couches. We are really loving them. I now enjoy sitting in the living room, when I used to dread it after a while. I don't know if the pictures are clear enough, but the fabric is olive green-ish and the pillows have a lot of nice muted colors in them. Mitch actually slept on the couch a few nights ago because his legs were bothering him, and he loved it. (I don't know if that's a good thing or not.) So (drumroll) here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162573429622729122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6UlLoeIaaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yS-D1uIQbeg/s320/New+Couch+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162573451097565618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6UlM4eIabI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MlTW5U8eATk/s320/New+Couch+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162573455392532930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6UlNIeIacI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OgAaeCk0dJQ/s320/New+Couch+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They make our end tables and coffee table look very small, but it's ok for now.  And our carpet even looks good.  Who knew?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3635784311803986998?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3635784311803986998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3635784311803986998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3635784311803986998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3635784311803986998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-couch.html' title='New Couch'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6UlLoeIaaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yS-D1uIQbeg/s72-c/New+Couch+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1187104251413295818</id><published>2008-01-31T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:06.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Over, Beethoven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, maybe not Beethoven, but definitely Jacey. That's right, she finally rolled over (from back to tummy)! She worked for about two weeks arching her back and looking behind her. She could even do it when she held on to our fingers for a few days. Two nights ago she looked at me, swung her hips over, and tucked those arms in. And ended up on her tummy. I've been worried about going to the doctor for her 6 month check-up and having to tell the doctor she hadn't rolled over yet. But no worries! Now whenever I lay her on her back she'll roll over in a few minutes. It's really quite adorable. The only problem now is that she doesn't like being on her tummy for very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's also loving food. I have to admit I am too. It's so much fun to feed her. I'm also making her baby food right now, and it's a blast. I also thought that baby food was disgusting, but now that I know what's in it, it's not that bad. Personally, I actually think I make really good applesauce. I have a wonderful cookbook that makes it easy to know how to make the food as well. And it's cheaper. So everyone is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a few pictures for everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161848666776430930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6KSA4eIaVI/AAAAAAAAADY/au2Cibzg1mo/s320/Jacey+Leigh+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacey usually takes an evening power nap, and it's prime-time cuddling for Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161848671071398242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6KSBIeIaWI/AAAAAAAAADg/YdK4BOgeDp0/s320/Jacey+Leigh+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161848675366365554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6KSBYeIaXI/AAAAAAAAADo/WKcnomJ5Ea4/s320/Jacey+Leigh+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My musical child? She loves listening when we play the piano. She sometimes even dances in my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161848683956300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6KSB4eIaYI/AAAAAAAAADw/_m5sJoMmzuA/s320/Jacey+Leigh+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161848688251267474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6KSCIeIaZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8A-yss51bxU/s320/Jacey+Leigh+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loves reading now and looking at the pretty pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1187104251413295818?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1187104251413295818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1187104251413295818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1187104251413295818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1187104251413295818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/01/roll-over-beethoven.html' title='Roll Over, Beethoven!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R6KSA4eIaVI/AAAAAAAAADY/au2Cibzg1mo/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-5533685217845160826</id><published>2008-01-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:54:04.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumbly Tummy</title><content type='html'>Jacey has now officially had her first taste of food.  Yesterday I decided to pull out the carrots and make her some carrot cereal (carrots with rice cereal, yum!).  As I was trying to puree the carrots, I realized our blender wasn't going to work, since it was made for larger quantities.  So Mitch and I headed to Amarillo last night to shop a little bit, and we came home with a Magic Bullet, which is supposed to change your life (at least in the kitchen).  Today I successfully made Jacey carrot cereal, and she loved it.  She almost ate 2 servings full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our shopping adventure we also stumbled across two new frying pans in our set on sale for $49.  Now, we knew we were needing new ones, but we didn't really plan on spending the money for them.  However, those pans are usually $129.  So we splurged.  I figure $25 a piece really couldn't be beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Best Buy, Mitch's all-time favorite store.  And we came home with 2 movies (off of a gift card) and a new sound system for the youth room.  It's the first purchase of many for the youth room.  Someday soon the kids are going to go up to the room and wonder what has happened.  Hopefully that'll be a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-5533685217845160826?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/5533685217845160826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=5533685217845160826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5533685217845160826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5533685217845160826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/01/rumbly-tummy.html' title='Rumbly Tummy'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7390225406095213168</id><published>2008-01-12T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T13:56:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates recently.  We've had a busy holiday, and I just didn't have the energy to blog.  But now we're home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; a lazy Saturday afternoon, so here's what's been happening with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a great Christmas day here at home.  It was the first Christmas we've spent in our own home since we've gotten married, and we had fun spending it together.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; helped me open her presents, since she can grab things very well now.  After lunch we started packing up things for our trip to Nashville. Mitch was so ready for the vacation.  I was a little worried about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; was going to do traveling in the car for a day and a half, but she was such a good trooper.  Mitch and I decided to just take it easy, and however long it took was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  We arrived there at about 2 on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last visit to Nashville back in October was very hectic.  We all wanted to just take things easy and relax.  I didn't see everyone that I wanted to this time, but the family time was priceless.  Mitch and I even went on our first date in four months!  We definitely did ourselves a disservice by not going on a date earlier, and have resolved to go on one at least once a month now.  Christmas with my family was great too.  We were spoiled and loved it.  Mom and I now have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;webcams&lt;/span&gt; so that she and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; can get to know each other even though they're apart.  Charlotte got an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 for Christmas, so she and Mitch played Guitar Hero III and Halo 3 most of the week.  They were a blast to watch.  No one plays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; with Mitch so well, not even me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New Year's Eve Charlotte invited all of her college friends to dinner and a sleepover.  They wanted an excuse to dress up (mainly the girls did, I'm sure) and to see each other over the break.  She cooked a really good batch of lasagna and peppermint ice cream cake.  She also looked great, I might add, thanks to some help from her big sister.  We got her a complete outfit in about and hour and a half (jewelry and shoes included!).  The next morning we figured out that about 15 people slept over that night, including ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we headed to Atlanta for the National Conference on Youth Ministries (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NCYM&lt;/span&gt;) and hooked up with Shawn and Katie Frazier for lunch.  It's so nice to be able to see them now that they live in the Nashville area.  Mitch and I both miss all of our Harding friends, and look for any opportunity to get together.  They are both doing a wonderful job as teachers at Middle Tennessee Christian.  That evening we arrived in Atlanta and really enjoyed the next three days.  Mitch got some good ideas, but also connected with a lot of people he hadn't talked to in awhile.  I love watching him and knowing what a good job he's doing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jacey's&lt;/span&gt; schedule (and her learning that she has a voice) didn't allow me to do a lot of things, but I was able to go to one class on "preparing your daughter for every woman's battle."  Basically it was how to prepare your daughter to be sexually pure.  Sometimes having a little baby makes you forget about the lessons you as a parent are going to have to teach later on.  I learned many valuable things that will hopefully help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; and our future children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saturday we were ready to start towards home, so we returned to Nashville to do some laundry and rest up for traveling.  We made it home on Tuesday and were so glad to see our beds.  Right now we're mainly caught up with rest and taking care of things, but Jacey's having difficulty taking her afternoon nap.  She cried for an hour or so both Wednesday and Thursday.  She did ok yesterday but today reverted back.  She's just not able to put herself back to sleep without a lot of help.  I'm not suprised, since she had a stressful two weeks.  It's just hard to know what to do and when to pick her up and not create bad habits.  Hopefully things will get back to normal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big Christmas present arrived on Wednesday...our new couch and loveseat!  We are now finally grownups.  At least that's what it feels like.  They're very pretty and very big.  We are loving them.  Anything is better than a worn-out old futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what's been happening these past few weeks with us.  Hopefully I'll have some pictures for you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7390225406095213168?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7390225406095213168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7390225406095213168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7390225406095213168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7390225406095213168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7224114363110355791</id><published>2007-12-24T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:07.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas Eve! We have had a very insane week, thus the lack of updates. But now we're home and being lazy, so here I go. We had a good weekend visit with Mitch's parents. We really enjoy when they come visit because we usually make it to a movie and dinner. This time we saw National Treasure, and I think it's fantastic. It's a great sequel. Today we spent our time relaxing and playing Super Mario Bros. III. Mitch downloaded it off the internet, and I'm having a blast. The only Nintendo I had access to was my granny's, and I had to fight all my cousins for a turn. Mitch is very patient with me when we play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacey has definitely blossomed recently. Today she kept down a spoonful or two of cereal, much to the delight of her momma. Maybe we can start experimenting with eating food soon. We also finally found her a Bumbo chair. They had been recalled for a while, but now they're back! She had fun sitting a chewing on Dad's new loofah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147695966371457426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R3BKNS9IKZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SZbOF8xI3tY/s320/Jacey+Leigh+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7224114363110355791?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7224114363110355791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7224114363110355791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7224114363110355791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7224114363110355791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/R3BKNS9IKZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SZbOF8xI3tY/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6135706234550579248</id><published>2007-12-08T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T19:41:45.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The small things in life</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and enjoy my brownie and milk, I realized I have never honored the small things I love about living in Canyon.  And so here they are, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braum's&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to admit that at first I wasn't all that impressed with their food and ice cream.  Growing up in Nashville you learn to love Purity.  However, Mitch and I decided one day that we needed to try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braum's&lt;/span&gt; whole milk.  One word.  Yum.  And I'm not a big milk drinker at all!  But now we go through about 2 gallons a week.  I also love their ice cream.  It's way better than Blue Bell, and cheaper too.&lt;br /&gt;2.  The mindset that a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; is a "long" way.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; is on the edge of town, about 5 minutes from our house.&lt;br /&gt;3.  No traffic.  People here talk about traffic problems.  I even heard once on the news that Canyon had a traffic problem!  To give them credit, there is a stoplight that has no turn signal, which is annoying.  But not really a problem.  When I go to a city I have to remember to have patience, since it takes forever to get through a stoplight.&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tascosa&lt;/span&gt; Hot Sauce.  It has to be some of the best salsa I've ever had.  The Panhandle of Texas doesn't have the best Mexican food around, but they definitely know what they're doing when it comes to salsa (and the chips that go with it.)  It's cool too because it's made in Amarillo. My mom buys 3 or 4 big jars when she comes to take home with her.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone puts up Christmas lights.  The majority of the people on our street have put up lights of some sort.  Mitch and I were feeling like the outcasts, so we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and bought enough icicle lights to go around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6135706234550579248?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6135706234550579248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6135706234550579248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6135706234550579248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6135706234550579248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/12/small-things-in-life.html' title='The small things in life'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1580120971256932535</id><published>2007-12-01T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:46:27.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know me- Christmas version</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Holiday edition of getting to know your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? I love wrapping presents. To me, bags are just an easy way out of wrapping the presents.&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or artificial? This year I got Mitch to go with me to look at real trees, and about 5 minutes later we had the perfect one picked out. It's thick, and full, and smells unbelievably good. In the past we had a very small, skinny fake tree.&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Whenever we have time. This year, we put it up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Same answer...whenever time permits.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? I've honestly never tried it.&lt;br /&gt;6. What about Fruitcake? Again, I've never had it, but probably don't.&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite gift received as a child? Probably Barbie's Dream House. I got it when I was around 5 years old, and I can't wait to pull it out again with Jacey. Supposedly my parents stayed up half the night to put it together; mom having a blast, dad being miserable with all the little stickers and girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a nativity scene? Yep, my mom got us the Willow Tree nativity scene a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;9. Hardest person to buy for? Probably Leland.&lt;br /&gt;10. Easiest person to buy for? My mom&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I actually can't think of one&lt;br /&gt;12. Mail or email Christmas cards? I used to send cards. This year, you'll just have to know you're loved without one.&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite Christmas Movie? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. What a classic! Mom even has all the figurines. I also like White Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;14. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Right before we leave for Thanksgiving, since we celebrate Christmas and Thanksgiving together with part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Nope but sometimes I want to.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? fudge, cherry cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;17. Clear lights or colored on the tree? We have both. Supposedly if you wrap the trunk of the tree with clear lights, it glows. Then we put colored lights on, and our tree definitely twinkles.&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite Christmas song? Jingle Bells and Sleigh Ride (I love the crack of the whip and the horse...I'm am band dork, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;19. Travel for Christmas or stay at home? We are actually going to be home for Christmas day for the first time. Then we are traveling to Nashville to visit my parents. Yep, 15 hours in the car with an infant. I'll keep you informed on that one.&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? actually yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Angel on the tree top or a star? We went with a Santa hat. Whoever distributes the presents on Christmas morning wears the hat.&lt;br /&gt;22. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas morning, unless it's cool pjs from the Wiggains.&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the one present you want most this year? I honestly have everything I wanted already. The rest is just icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;24. Most annoying thing about this time of year? "White Santa" gift exchanges. I hate opening and stealing things that someone got just because it was the worst thing they could find in their house. Dirty Santa is much better. It's the same idea, but with really cool gifts.&lt;br /&gt;25. What I love most about Christmas? Being with family, giving presents, possibility of snow, carols, getting cool stuff, and the magic of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Mitch, Mom, Charlotte, and Laura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1580120971256932535?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1580120971256932535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1580120971256932535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1580120971256932535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1580120971256932535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-to-know-me-christmas-version.html' title='Get to know me- Christmas version'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-3098372944044239236</id><published>2007-11-29T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:44:26.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Moments</title><content type='html'>Every now and then you find yourself in those moments where the world is absolutely perfect.  Some of these might include a proposal, seeing your child for the first time, vacationing in a new place, etc.  Tonight was one of those moments for me.  Mitch, Jacey, and I decided to go to Braum's for ice cream.  As I sat down to enjoy my chocolate cookies &amp;amp; cream single dip, I looked over to watch Mitch entertaining Jacey.  She could not get enough of him.  She smiled and smiled.  I realized that at that moment, with great ice cream, a beautiful child, and a wonderful husband and father that the world probably couldn't get any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-3098372944044239236?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/3098372944044239236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=3098372944044239236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3098372944044239236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/3098372944044239236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-moments.html' title='Perfect Moments'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-2723070219350359192</id><published>2007-11-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:22:30.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God-things</title><content type='html'>When I was in junior high and high school my friends and I were hooked on to a series of Christian romance novels.  They provided many opportunities for dreams and giggles.  They also gave me the phrase "God-things."  Although that phrase most likely didn't originate with that author, the stories provided many examples of God-things in "real" life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was part of a huge God-thing.  We were told by the hospital where we had Jacey that we might qualify for financial assistance, since our bill was large and we didn't have maternity insurance.  I felt blessed just to have that opportunity, because many places won't mention things like that to you unless you ask.  Today I completed the forms and sent them in.  And (drumroll please...), we qualify.  Completely.  Our bill was 100% forgiven.  WOW.  Who knew hospitals did that?  God certainly did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a God-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now we can get a new couch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-2723070219350359192?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/2723070219350359192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=2723070219350359192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2723070219350359192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2723070219350359192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-things.html' title='God-things'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7129076942652551193</id><published>2007-11-28T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:16:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had an awesome Thanksgiving holiday in San Antonio.  It was great to get away and hang out with family for a week.  We were able to enjoy the sights, including the Riverwalk, the mall, and H-E-B with about a million other people who were buying food.  Mitch's parents really spoiled us with the nice house and meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed watching all of the little ones play together.  Each child is at a distinctly different stage, and it was interesting to watch.  Reese is babbling like crazy and reaching for everything; Keynan is starting to talk and learn about boundaries;  Raylee is talking and watching out for everyone; and Ryland is starting to read.  Such a variety!  I learned a lot about what to expect with Jacey over the next months/years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we drove home and actually got to see some snow.  Between Big Spring and Lubbock there was probably 2-3 inches.  Unfortunately we didn't get anything in Canyon, but maybe soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside of our trip is that I came home with a horrible cold.  I don't think I got it from anyone in the family, since I got sick so soon after seeing them.  But it's no fun.  I've been in bed most of the time Jacey's napping the past 2 days.  Today I'm a little better, and hopefully can make it to the grocery store without too much exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7129076942652551193?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7129076942652551193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7129076942652551193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7129076942652551193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7129076942652551193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-8638865960974817379</id><published>2007-11-16T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:44:15.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Father's love</title><content type='html'>After a particularly difficult day today with Jacey, I sat rocking and feeding her thinking about my love for her.  Days like today are fairly rare.  She usually plays, naps, eats, and smiles right on schedule.  Today she took a good morning nap, and then a short afternoon one.  She woke up early, which meant she was grumpy.  After spending 2 hours screaming and crying, she went to sleep, only to be woken up again in 20 minutes by our dog barking.  Needless to say, my emotions were spent.  (Luckily I have a wonderful, forgiving, and patient husband.)  And I love that child more than I can possibly imagine.  I used to wonder how my parents felt about me.  Not that I wasn't absolutely positive they loved me, but I wondered what it felt like to have a child of my own.  What kind of love is it, and what does it feel like?  To be honest, I can't describe it in words.  Awesome, consuming, fulfilling; these are a few adjectives, but they don't paint the whole picture.  I really would do anything it took to make her happy and healthy.  And I would fight anyone or anything that threatened her.  I understand now the Father's love.  I can barely fit my love for Jacey inside myself;  God feels that for every single person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-8638865960974817379?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/8638865960974817379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=8638865960974817379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8638865960974817379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/8638865960974817379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/fathers-love.html' title='The Father&apos;s love'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1768715807327298571</id><published>2007-11-15T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:00:12.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>Today we are going to Sears to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jacey's&lt;/span&gt; 3 month pictures taken. I'm quite excited honestly. When I was growing up my parents had our baby pictures on the wall for all to see. It made me feel special, and it was also fun to look at how little I was. I hope to continue the tradition with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; and all of our children. My only dilemma is what to dress her in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures should be online tonight, so if you would like to order any just let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also going Christmas shopping. Yes, I know it's before Thanksgiving, but we're getting together with Mitch's family for a week of fun in San Antonio, and we're celebrating Christmas then. I'm also excited about this. Even though we just went to Nashville, I'm looking forward to a vacation. Maybe just a trip to a place we haven't seen in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has really blessed us this year. We have plenty of food, clothing, health, a cool house, great friends, and a wonderful family. So many people can't say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might even snow here on Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1768715807327298571?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1768715807327298571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1768715807327298571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1768715807327298571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1768715807327298571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-2367911813662042417</id><published>2007-11-08T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:07.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some recent pictures for your enjoyment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNMuQgQSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/4y1w3njzKbk/s1600-h/Jacey+Leigh+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130528758093072738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNMuQgQSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/4y1w3njzKbk/s320/Jacey+Leigh+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacey and Aunt Charlotte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130529591316728210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNNewgQSZI/AAAAAAAAADA/XaZeRiPJvM8/s320/Jacey+Leigh+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hanging out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNMuwgQSXI/AAAAAAAAACw/_udyiBdymAM/s1600-h/Jacey+Leigh+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130528766683007346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNMuwgQSXI/AAAAAAAAACw/_udyiBdymAM/s320/Jacey+Leigh+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My little bumblebee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130528770977974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNMvAgQSYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iSqEm7Rwnpw/s320/Jacey+Leigh+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just loved the antennas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-2367911813662042417?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/2367911813662042417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=2367911813662042417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2367911813662042417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2367911813662042417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/recent-pictures.html' title='Recent Pictures'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RzNMuQgQSWI/AAAAAAAAACo/4y1w3njzKbk/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1451406642334231710</id><published>2007-11-05T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:52:01.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long since my last post.  We've had a very full few weeks.  A couple of weeks ago we flew to Nashville to visit my parents.  It definitely was a whirlwind trip, but a very enjoyable one.  Jacey got to meet most of the family and some friends too.  We even got an adorable 4 generation picture with my grandparents.  Jacey was pretty spoiled all week, but handled it well, of course.  She even enjoyed the airplane, since it incorporates the best things in her world: being held my mom &amp;amp; dad, eating a lot, and white noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was great.  It was one of the most perfect Halloweens I've seen in awhile.  The trees were turning colors but hadn't lost their leaves, the sun was shining, and the air was a little crisp.  Jacey and I got a cold but still had a blast.  She went as a bumblebee (pictures coming soon,) and the antennas were the best part.  I'm sure she'll hate us for making her wear them in about 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to Hooker for their youth rally.  I ask Mitch every year if he is excited about going "home," but to him it's not really home anymore.  Which is very understandable with all that has happenedsince they've moved away.  But once he sees the land he grew up on, he gets this cute goofy smile.  I love watching it every year.   We enjoyed seeing the members of the church there and showing off Jacey.  Mitch did a great job leading singing, and I think everyone had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for the youth rally, the coolest piece of technology I've ever owned arrived.  How cool is it, might you ask?  So cool it toook Mitch and I 5 minutes to figure out how to turn it on.  Yes, I got a new cell phone, the Blackberry pearl.  It is a phone, organizer, calendar, note taker, music player, and anything else I could ever want it to be, all in one.  I used to think I didn't need all those things in a phone.  Because a phone is just that, a phone.  But after having Jacey, I've forgotten so many commitments that I just had to do something.  And it's wonderful.  Mitch is very jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the past few weeks coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1451406642334231710?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1451406642334231710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1451406642334231710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1451406642334231710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1451406642334231710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-6679978147770744932</id><published>2007-10-19T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:14:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>God has been reminding me recently in so many small ways that he'll take care of us.  With all of the doctor's bills coming, and life just being what it is, sometimes it's easy to forget I don't have to do this all on my own.  The most recent reminder happened yesterday.  I had been thinking about going to buy Jacey some winter clothes, since it's getting cooler.  Luckily I waited.  This past weekend Harmony sent me home with two tubs of baby clothes she wasn't going to use anymore.  After doing 4 loads of just baby laundry and putting them away, I realized that Jacey can probably wear a different outfit for every day from now until maybe April.  And she'll look fabulous too.  I'm out of hangers and drawer space.  It is very wonderful.  Thank you so much Harmony!  (And Raylee and Reese too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-6679978147770744932?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/6679978147770744932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=6679978147770744932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6679978147770744932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/6679978147770744932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-4994086369207421933</id><published>2007-10-17T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:29:31.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>We have been pretty busy these past few days, thus the lengthy absence from posting.  Last Friday Jacey went to the doctor for a check-up and to get her first shots.  Poor thing didn't like them at all (who does?) but survived the ordeal very well.  We then headed out to Dallas to visit the Wiggains clan.  It was fun to show off our kid and to see all of the cousins and aunts and uncles.  Everyone is growing up so fast.  And they're all adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that Jacey is a home-body.  She inheirited this trait from me.  Mitch told me a long time ago that he didn't want our kids to be home-bodies and attached to their own beds, routines, etc.  Unfortunately, babies have a tendency to decide for themselves what they like.   She was very pleasant on our trip for the most part, but didn't nap well, and was a little out-of-sorts.  The wonderful thing about this is that when we come home, she's an angel.  She's taken all of her naps, and slept for 7 1/2 hours last night.  She's talked, smiled, played, and has just loved life.  (I say this now; I'm probably jinxing myself for the rest of the day.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say we're never traveling again.  Monday we head out to Nashville to visit my parents and sister for a week.  I'm really excited to see them and all of my friends.  My popularity has definitely gone up since Jacey arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-4994086369207421933?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/4994086369207421933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=4994086369207421933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4994086369207421933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4994086369207421933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-282655057018583711</id><published>2007-10-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:50:23.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100</title><content type='html'>1.  I'm 23 years old.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I share my birthday, January 19, with my sister, who is 3 years younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;3.  We were actually born in the same hour, so we're 3 years and 30 minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I also share it with Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I like the idea of posting "my 100," so I'm being a copycat. &lt;br /&gt;6.  I grew up in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Everyone asks me if I know any country music stars.  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;8.  My dad has met or seen a lot of them though.  He actually stopped Alan Jackson in a restaurant to shake his hand.  Mom freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I always thought Nashville was a small city.  Then I moved to West Texas.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I no longer can drive confidently in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I've allowed myself to believe Canyon/Amarillo is a city. &lt;br /&gt;12.  Then I drove 5 minutes outside of town towards Hereford.  What kind of name is Hereford, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;13.  I attended private schools all my life.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I was/am a band dork.  Just turn on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DCI&lt;/span&gt;, and I go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I actually like cleaning my house.  It makes me feel clean and pretty somehow.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I don't like cleaning our shower though.  It's all tile...walls, ceiling, and floor.  And mold loves to grow.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I've been married for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;19.  My husband is the only person I've ever kissed.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I love being pregnant.  It allows you to not worry about being fat. &lt;br /&gt;21.  My water broke before any contractions started.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I started shaking because I was so surprised.  And scared.&lt;br /&gt;23.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; came in 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I'm worried that I won't make it to the hospital in time with my next kids.  At least in time for an epidural.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I thought I wanted a lot of kids.  I still do, but can't imagine such craziness yet.&lt;br /&gt;26.  I love chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;27.  My granny always made chocolate cake for me and my cousin Dustin when the family got together.&lt;br /&gt;28.  She also made me green beans.  My granny makes the best green beans.  I don't believe there is any nutritional value left in them, but boy are they good.&lt;br /&gt;29.  My granny's name is Granny.  At least that's how the whole world knows her.  She even addressed a package to me as Granny Chester.&lt;br /&gt;30.  I have 15 cousins on my dad's side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;31.  We warn newcomers when we go visit the entire family.  They must be prepared, or they'll be very overwhelmed.  Just ask Mitch.&lt;br /&gt;32.  I love playing music.&lt;br /&gt;33.  I desperately miss playing my clarinet.&lt;br /&gt;34.  I'm currently teaching piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;35.  I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;36.  I love trying new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;37.  I have to have a recipe when I cook, unless I'm making homemade pizza and chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;38.  My mom and I make the best homemade lasagna.&lt;br /&gt;39.  I've always wanted to learn how to decorate cakes.&lt;br /&gt;40.  My experiments in that area have not turned out as I would have wished.&lt;br /&gt;41.  I've never had a "real" job, with a boss and everything.&lt;br /&gt;42.  I really try not to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;43.  I love sleeping though.  And naps.&lt;br /&gt;44.  I miss sleeping all night long.&lt;br /&gt;45.  My two favorite times of day with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; are mornings after she's eaten - she kicks and talks to me a lot, and bath/bedtime.  There's something calming about a freshly clean, naked baby.&lt;br /&gt;46.  I love to read, and always have.&lt;br /&gt;47.  My kindergarten teacher told my parents to consider holding me back because I couldn't read anything but "stop" before 1st grade.  They didn't, and I was reading at a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade level a few months in.&lt;br /&gt;48.  It takes me about 10 minutes in the library to fill my arms with books.&lt;br /&gt;49.  I've read almost every Nancy Drew book in existence.&lt;br /&gt;50.  I love to scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;51.  I hate the philosophy, "Just get it done as fast and easily as you can," when scrapbooking.  To me, it's a process that must be enjoyed, no matter how long it takes.&lt;br /&gt;52.  My last scrapbook was about 6 inches thick.  That was for 2005.  It took me about a year to finish.&lt;br /&gt;53.  I also crosstitch. &lt;br /&gt;54.  I'm working on a snow scene for our guest room.  I'll probably finish it by the time we redo that room.&lt;br /&gt;55.  My last crosstitching piece took my 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;56.  I guess I have a lot patience.&lt;br /&gt;57.  I can't watch true emergency shows, like the ones on the Discovery channel, or listen to sad songs, especially those involving little kids.  This started about 7 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;58.  I hate animal movies, and refuse to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;59.  My favorite color is purple.&lt;br /&gt;60. Our house will eventually have every color of the rainbow in it.  So far, our bedroom is red, the guest room is purple, and the nursery is yellow and green.  Eventually the living room will be orange (rust), the kitchen green, and the laundry room might be blue.&lt;br /&gt;61.  My favorite food is Italian.&lt;br /&gt;62.  I love rice as well.  If Mitch is gone, I'll make rice for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;63.  I believe tuna casserole is gross.&lt;br /&gt;64.  I only make it with chicken.&lt;br /&gt;65.  The sound it makes &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; fun to hear.&lt;br /&gt;66.  I played softball for 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;67.  I believe my first word was ball.&lt;br /&gt;68.  My grandfather taught me eye-hand coordination.  We would go into the hall of my house and he would toss me a tennis ball.  I had a racquet ball racket and I would hit it back to him.&lt;br /&gt;69.  I enjoyed those 11 years, but don't miss playing.&lt;br /&gt;70.  I cannot dance.&lt;br /&gt;71.  I discovered this when I was in winter guard.&lt;br /&gt;72.  I can walk to a beat and catch things at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;73.  I was put on equipment (flags/rifle) as soon as possible during our show.&lt;br /&gt;74.  I painted myself blue every Friday night one fall.&lt;br /&gt;75.  Blue face paint can take forever to get off.&lt;br /&gt;76.  Driving home with a blue face can be interesting.  I really tried not to get in a wreck or be pulled over.  I didn't want to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;77.  I've had every length of hair possible.&lt;br /&gt;78.  I hate/hated being a dork. &lt;br /&gt;79.  I'm amazed I snagged such a cutie for a husband for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;80.  I love copying down music.  I love the simple drawing process that is so precise.&lt;br /&gt;81.  I love school supplies, and can't wait to get to buy them for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;82.  One of life's greatest joys is a 120 count Crayola box of crayons that have never been used.&lt;br /&gt;83.  They even smell good.&lt;br /&gt;84.  I love going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;85.  Boogy boarding and wave jumping are two things I could do for hours.&lt;br /&gt;86.  I like skiing.&lt;br /&gt;87.  I'm a horrible skier, but enjoy trying.&lt;br /&gt;88.  I love to eat. &lt;br /&gt;89.  Right now, I can eat a ton of food.&lt;br /&gt;90.  Koolaid is the greatest invention.&lt;br /&gt;91.  Sweet tea is a must.  I didn't comprehend the existence of unsweet tea for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;92.  My grandmother was a poet.&lt;br /&gt;93.  If she was alive, she'd write you a poem.&lt;br /&gt;94.  My mom was adopted from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;95.  One day Mitch is going to take me to Europe.  And Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;96.  I love roses.&lt;br /&gt;97.  I believe every woman should get flowers at least once a year.  Preferrable more often.&lt;br /&gt;98.  My dog understands English.  He chooses to obey.&lt;br /&gt;99.  I don't really know how to use makeup, so I don't wear it that often.&lt;br /&gt;100.  It's hard to come up with 100 things about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-282655057018583711?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/282655057018583711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=282655057018583711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/282655057018583711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/282655057018583711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-100.html' title='My 100'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-4616102924924846976</id><published>2007-09-27T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:57:36.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I've learned by living here is that life is unpredictable.  We aren't guaranteed that tomorrow is going to work out like we planned.  Case in point: Mitch called yesterday and said he was at the hospital with a family from church.  The father was a diabetic and hadn't felt good that morning.  He stayed home, and that morning he passed away.  His wife, who was at home the whole time, came in a found him not breathing.  The doctors believe he was having a heart attack, and the symptoms of the diabetes masked it.  He left behind his wife and two sons, one of which is a senior in high school.  Please pray for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Jacey is going through a growth spurt.  She's 6 weeks old now, so I was expecting it.  She eats every 1 to 3 hours, and has slept all morning, poor thing.  Luckily for us she did make it about 8 hours last night between feedings.  It's amazing to actually get sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-4616102924924846976?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/4616102924924846976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=4616102924924846976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4616102924924846976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4616102924924846976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-thing-ive-learned-by-living-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-1713608066198867071</id><published>2007-09-24T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The evils of garlic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After eating lasagna, pizza, and breadsticks for dinner the past few nights, and waking up to a screaming child, we're hoping that she is opposed to just garlic. The poor thing will just scream with a gurgling stomach after her midnight feeding. I'm saddened by this because of my love of all things Italian, but I value sleep and a happy, comfortable child more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was very enjoyable. Friday we went to Sam's for diapers and a tour. I haven't shopped there in so long that I had no idea what wonderful things I could buy in bulk. They even have decent furniture. Who knew? Saturday we invited ourselves over to Newton and Laura's for a movie day. We hadn't seen them in a while, and so we enjoyed a lazy Saturday together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few recent pictures for your enjoyment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113868006678684802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rvgb245RZII/AAAAAAAAAB0/xX0XiRUlyjg/s320/Jacey+Leigh+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are trying to take a picture each month by the same object to see how much she is growing.  This is Cuddles, my childhood teddy bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113868032448488594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rvgb4Y5RZJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jls_g0DJwDs/s320/Jacey+Leigh+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so lucky in my timing to get this picture!  She is smiling because of gas, not because of mom, unfortunately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113868041038423202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rvgb445RZKI/AAAAAAAAACE/tga9kE6D2L4/s320/Jacey+Leigh+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love her pants!  She is finally just big enough for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-1713608066198867071?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/1713608066198867071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=1713608066198867071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1713608066198867071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/1713608066198867071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/09/evils-of-garlic.html' title='The evils of garlic'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rvgb245RZII/AAAAAAAAAB0/xX0XiRUlyjg/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-7556316637324413820</id><published>2007-09-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:02:51.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little less sleep</title><content type='html'>So I have a typical newborn.  After sleeping through the night (well, almost), we were up every 3 hours Sunday night (mainly because mom ate pickles), and 3-4 on Monday.  I think Jacey's been going through a growth spurt.  At least that's all I can figure.  Last night was much better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that all my posts are about Jacey, so I'll try to fill you in on her and the other things in our life (I think there are other things).  We are planning a trip to Nashville courtesy of my parents at the end of October.  They are dying to see Jacey again, and it'll be fun to show her off.  Even though they live 15 hours away, we're hopefully going to do better about seeing each other, for my sake as well as theirs.  Work and the craziness of life are poor excuses for not seeing family in my opinion. So I'm thrilled about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inlaws gave us a lot of chicken that was leftover from camp this summer, and I've had fun creating meals.  If anyone has any good recipes for chicken, feel free to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Xbox game - Lego Star Wars II = lots of fun.  It's a comedy, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-7556316637324413820?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/7556316637324413820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=7556316637324413820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7556316637324413820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/7556316637324413820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-less-sleep.html' title='A little less sleep'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-2382065188088296659</id><published>2007-09-14T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:09.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZTdfxLkI/AAAAAAAAABE/NdsRv3rg2UE/s1600-h/Jacey+Leigh+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110206024308043330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZTdfxLkI/AAAAAAAAABE/NdsRv3rg2UE/s320/Jacey+Leigh+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is her first Sunday to go to church. Grandma gave her the pretty dress, and the booties she's wearing I wore when I was her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZTtfxLlI/AAAAAAAAABM/9I52yWceWz8/s1600-h/Jacey+Leigh+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110206028603010642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZTtfxLlI/AAAAAAAAABM/9I52yWceWz8/s320/Jacey+Leigh+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for another trip out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZUNfxLmI/AAAAAAAAABU/tXYJ_EfTmPk/s1600-h/Wiggains+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110206037192945250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZUNfxLmI/AAAAAAAAABU/tXYJ_EfTmPk/s320/Wiggains+baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleeping beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZU9fxLnI/AAAAAAAAABc/zU343yeEwt4/s1600-h/Jacey+Leigh+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110206050077847154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZU9fxLnI/AAAAAAAAABc/zU343yeEwt4/s320/Jacey+Leigh+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My drama queen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's amazing to look at these pictures and realize how much she's already changed. She's definitely put on some more body fat. and has more cheeks on her. She's also starting to sleep more (hooray!). Thursday night she slept for 6 1/2 hours before I woke up and fed her. She's consistently stretched feedings to 4 hours this week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One of my new favorite things: giving Jacey a bath and watching her relax. It's one of the most peaceful things I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-2382065188088296659?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/2382065188088296659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=2382065188088296659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2382065188088296659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/2382065188088296659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-her-first-sunday-to-go-to.html' title='Pretty girl'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RusZTdfxLkI/AAAAAAAAABE/NdsRv3rg2UE/s72-c/Jacey+Leigh+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-4011060921912240999</id><published>2007-09-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:09.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A familar face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RumLbNfxLjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rLSrLC_o-xI/s1600-h/jacey+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109768551824174642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RumLbNfxLjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rLSrLC_o-xI/s320/jacey+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this picture of Jacey from a few weeks ago. According to my mother-in-law, Tyler, my husband's brother, had a huge mouth when he cried. I have no idea if this is remotely closely to that image, but I thought of that story when I saw it.  Isn't she cute?&lt;/div&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/4865374676970423003-4011060921912240999?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/4011060921912240999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=4011060921912240999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4011060921912240999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/4011060921912240999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/09/familar-face.html' title='A familar face'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RumLbNfxLjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rLSrLC_o-xI/s72-c/jacey+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865374676970423003.post-5273750428776873361</id><published>2007-09-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:52:10.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My sister-in-law encouraged me to start a blog, so here I am! I really enjoy reading my friends and family's posts, and I like to write my own occasionally. It's such a good way of keeping in touch. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good around here. Things are settling down as we get accustomed to having a little baby. Jacey has definitely made the transition to parenthood easy for us. She's such a sweetheart, and isn't a difficult baby. Last night she slept for 4 hours between feedings, and we all were rejoicing! Our pediatrician really pushes to have her patients sleeping at least 6 hours by 2 months. I love the idea, but I've been worried about how to get Jacey to stretch it out. Like all things I've discovered about parenting so far, the child usually knows what she needs, and things will work out in due time. And last night was proof of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also getting to be more active and awake. We played in the floor on our stomachs yesterday as she worked on lifting her head and looking from side to side. She works at it so hard that she gets tired and grumpy pretty fast. But she's definitely making progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch's job is going well. We're getting back into a set schedule after this summer's trips and all-around craziness. The kids, parents, and congregation are starting to open up to him more since we've been here over a year. He's beginning to be able to incorporate his ideas and goals, instead of doing what has always been done. It's great to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more random note, I love making funfetti cake. You know, the mix with the sprinkles inside. It's not necessarily my favorite flavor, but for some reason I'm drawn to it every time in the grocery store. It's just hard not to be happy as you make and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who've requested, here are some pictures of our family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109402740869639650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rug-uNfxLeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ic_A6QjXj0w/s320/jacey+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love to headbands.  I don't know if she does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109402745164606962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rug-udfxLfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xZRJWRdC9rQ/s320/jacey+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hungry Jacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109404171093749266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RuhABdfxLhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E8dEnPGf-0I/s320/jacey+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Jacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109404179683683874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/RuhAB9fxLiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eTRyRI7bsI0/s320/moms+pictures+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4865374676970423003-5273750428776873361?l=windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/feeds/5273750428776873361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4865374676970423003&amp;postID=5273750428776873361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5273750428776873361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4865374676970423003/posts/default/5273750428776873361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://windowtothewiggains.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-finally-here.html' title='I&apos;m finally here!'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02076590645796810376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/SKcYBS-HQ0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/CxbASU8rmdA/S220/P7260051.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gh0pLfpm1C8/Rug-uNfxLeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ic_A6QjXj0w/s72-c/jacey+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
