<?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-617359289379015083</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:29:44.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feenstra's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-6449940635628937835</id><published>2011-05-02T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:02:09.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Wheeling...Not For the Faint of Heart!</title><content type='html'>My children took their first spin on a four wheeler last night and fell in love. I knew my boys would love it. They have their fathers need for speed, thrill of adventure, willingness to try new things. I thought maybe Morgan would be more like me. She is a bit of a worrier, not quite as much of a thrill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seeker&lt;/span&gt;. I was wrong. Her first trip on the 4 wheeler she was mild, she didn't try and wheelies, she just putted along. The second time she got a little faster. Her third trip she wanted to upgrade to the somewhat larger 4 wheeler. After that...she was in love. I saw her going around the track with a huge smile on her face. She started hitting puddles and mud and just laughed, she hit a fence post got stuck in the mud and thought it was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening my kids were ready to sell our camper and buy a bunch of 4 wheelers. I think Brian was even considering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; where i put my foot down. Not. Selling. The. Camper. It was time to go home, scrub the dirt of my babies and pray the memory of 4 wheeling left them by morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-6449940635628937835?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/6449940635628937835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=6449940635628937835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6449940635628937835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6449940635628937835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-wheelingnot-for-faint-of-heart.html' title='4 Wheeling...Not For the Faint of Heart!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-8099251878756603509</id><published>2010-07-29T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:49:49.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has my summer gone?</title><content type='html'>Seriously....can summer really be about over?  Did i really just get the registration packet for my kids to start back to school in a few weeks?  Does this mean i should unpack their backpacks from when school ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a crazy summer, and honestly, i might just be ready for school to start again.  Although something tells me that once all the school activities start up again that we will be just as busy if not busier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done a lot of camping this summer.  Camping and hiding out from severe weather...that's how i would explain what we have been doing this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news...my earwig bug problems are going away...finally!!!  They have been replaced by the mud wasps.  My daughter asked me the other day which ones i preferred, the mud wasps or the earwigs.  She herself is terrified of wasps so her only time outside is spent dashing from the house to the car...goofy girl.  I also hate wasps with a passion, but at least they don't come in my house.  I have killed so many earwigs in my house, my laundry, my clean laundry!!  I have just really grown to hate the little suckers....probably even more then the wasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something exciting for us is Dylan is starting a new Physical Therapy.  The bonus is that its right here in town and the therapist is AWESOME!! I can't say enough good about her.  For the first time since Dylan was found to have CP i feel like we finally have a therapist that can get Dylan to his full potential!!  This however does require PT at least 2x a week, maybe even 3 if we can manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that about sums up our summer.  We have one more vacation planned in August, then its school registration, Dylan gets tested for visual processing disorder (and possibly even MORE therapy), Morgan turns 10....YIKES, i finish up my FINAL CLASS...WOOHOO, and then back to school for 3 of my kids.  Morgan will be in 4th, Dylan in 2nd and Logan starts kindergarten.  Then my baby...he will start preschool:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So odds of life slowing down anytime soon are not looking good, but that's ok...its keeping me young and i sleep REALLY good at night:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-8099251878756603509?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/8099251878756603509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=8099251878756603509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8099251878756603509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8099251878756603509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-has-my-summer-gone.html' title='Where has my summer gone?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-5178971813519096575</id><published>2010-06-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:34:34.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/TAVgVBhYFUI/AAAAAAAAALE/qtZNltNYoW4/s1600/sandborn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477890436068021570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/TAVgVBhYFUI/AAAAAAAAALE/qtZNltNYoW4/s320/sandborn8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the response i get from my youngest when i ask him to give me a nice smile.  I give up:)  Picture taking was much easier when they were babies and thought every little noise i made was funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-5178971813519096575?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/5178971813519096575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=5178971813519096575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5178971813519096575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5178971813519096575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2010/06/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/TAVgVBhYFUI/AAAAAAAAALE/qtZNltNYoW4/s72-c/sandborn8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4079212875520750750</id><published>2010-05-27T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:32:47.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I am going to use life as my excuse for not posting anything for over 3 months.  March came around and it was just one thing after another.  School has been my main focus and i am SO happy to say that i have one more class and i am DONE!!!!!  When questioned by my student advisor if i wanted to go on to get my Bachelors degree in business &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; i just busted out laughing and then finally managed to say "NO!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy to report that in the last 3 months the snow has finally gone away....for this brings me great JOY!  May has been lovely (minus the 30 degree weekend we camped and the 30 degree day at Tulip Festival).  I am really enjoying being warm again, its great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is new, Morgan and Dylan will have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; last day of school tomorrow and then off to a fun filled summer at Summer Care.  Logan finished up preschool and will be heading to Kindergarten in the fall, i am hoping the teachers get LOTS of rest over the summer cause they will need it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson will also start preschool in the fall.  Kind of hard saying those words as he is my baby.  Yet its so much fun watching him grow, i really missed out on some of these things with my other children because there was always another baby on the way, or an infant to take care of, or a toddler to chase after.  So even though i am sad to see him grow, its amazing to watch him transform from toddler to little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does the summer hold for us?  Hopefully no strep throat.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; really all i remember of last summer and i could do without that. Forever.  We plan to do some camping, the kids love camping and i love making memories with them!  Also a trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt; with the entire family, very excited about this and keeping my fingers crossed that we are all speaking to each other by the end of it J/K! Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the summer will be spent with the kids at the pool, playing some Summer Rec activities and just enjoying the warm weather.  Cause i know that i will blink and we will have a foot of snow again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4079212875520750750?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4079212875520750750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4079212875520750750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4079212875520750750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4079212875520750750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-7923068437214859450</id><published>2010-02-01T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:40:16.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'v got the winter blues....</title><content type='html'>I may have mentioned this in previous posts, but i hate winter. Most winters i can tolerate the snow, and the cold, and i really prayed for a mild winter, but that was just not in Gods plans i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we have had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; like 500+ inches of snow...that might be a bit of an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exaggeration&lt;/span&gt;, but its close. The drifts on either side of my driveway are almost taller then me....that just a ton of snow. Then of course there is my lack of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;coordination&lt;/span&gt; to deal with. Me + Ice = pain. I have fallen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt; now, neither time was all that graceful of a landing, and i could feel some very bruised body parts for a few days afterwards...is that a sign i am getting old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the 1st of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, i am trying to stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt; and thinking that next month is March and then spring will soon follow...or it had better soon follow!!! Hopefully it wont be long and i can enjoy being outside again, i can go outside without freezing exposed body parts, i can go outside and not get several inches of snow stuck up my pant legs, i can go outside and stay on my feet....well maybe, i am really not that graceful on completely dry ground, but still...Spring can't come soon enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-7923068437214859450?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/7923068437214859450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=7923068437214859450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/7923068437214859450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/7923068437214859450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2010/02/iv-got-winter-blues.html' title='I&apos;v got the winter blues....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-48336982207138546</id><published>2009-12-28T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:24:45.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i did during the blizzard....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbKWqw5qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SUxBMzb4ISE/s1600-h/snow+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323122470512290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbKWqw5qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SUxBMzb4ISE/s320/snow+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbKGIfnlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zHgqWTYH5qQ/s1600-h/snow+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323118031806034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbKGIfnlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zHgqWTYH5qQ/s320/snow+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbJ5nxDAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EtMeSZq7Ybw/s1600-h/snow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323114673310722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbJ5nxDAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EtMeSZq7Ybw/s320/snow+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbJ6mI2jI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YS3ZM-Vax20/s1600-h/snow+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420323114934917682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbJ6mI2jI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YS3ZM-Vax20/s320/snow+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate snow, let me just say that right up front, i hate it. I was praying for a mild winter. I thought since we had a mild summer that it was only fair that we have a mild winter...with no snow, i guess God didn't see it that way, he disagreed and had to prove his point by sending us a massive snow storm...over Christmas no less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i spent Wed-Sunday with my family, lots and lots and lots of bonding. So what can you do during a snow storm that lasts for days. Well we played a lot of games, we watched movies, played in the snow, and my favorite...did 100 loads of laundry!!!! I thought that maybe, just maybe i would get completely caught up on laundry since i had nothing better to do. I was wrong, i will never be completely caught up on laundry. I figured it out, the only way i was going to get caught up on laundry during the snow storm was if everyone stopped wearing clothes, and that, just seemed a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas day we let our children go outside and play in the snow. They all got bundled up, looking like little sumo wrestlers and headed outside. Jackson only managed about 5 min. outside and then he was done. When you are only about 3 feet tall, the 6+ snow drifts just seem a little scary. He kept getting stuck, and then did a face plant in the snow and after that he was just done, he wanted to go inside, dry off and take a nap. The other children had a blast, this includes their father who i think may have actually had more fun then the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, its was not a bad Christmas, there was something very relaxing about just being together with the family, about not having to rush from place to place. I do believe that God had a point with his snow storm. Not to make me miserable, but to make me slow down, to think about the true meaning of Christmas, to realize that one of the bests gifts you can get is family, and to maybe get caught up on my laundry. &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/617359289379015083-48336982207138546?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/48336982207138546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=48336982207138546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/48336982207138546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/48336982207138546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-did-during-blizzard.html' title='What i did during the blizzard....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SzjbKWqw5qI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SUxBMzb4ISE/s72-c/snow+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-2814659535751901223</id><published>2009-11-25T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:15:48.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and i feel i have alot to be thankful for, i am truely blessed and don't take the time usually to think about the many blessings i have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a top ten list of 2009 blessings&lt;br /&gt;1.  my mom had a succesful knee replacement surgery and is even thinking about doing her other knee this year!!&lt;br /&gt;2.  We took a family trip to St. Paul this summer, everyone stayed healthy (a blessing right there!!) and we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lots of camping this summer, i am thankful for our camper and the chance to build memories with our children.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am thankful that i no longer have strep throat and have gone almost 4 months without getting it!! &lt;br /&gt;5. I am thankful for my home. Its not perfect, its not always clean, its not organized, but its my home and i am thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am thankful that my kids have so far had a successful year in school.  They are both adjusting well and especially for Dylan has made so much progress...its great to see.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am thankful that my children made it through the H1N1 virus without to much trouble...it was some stressful days, but God blessed them with speedy recoveries.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am thankful for my job and for Brians job.  We are lucky to have them, now more then ever.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I am thankful for my new van (well new the begining of the year) I don't have to worry about it falling apart on me, i don't have to worry about Dylan struggling to get in and out of it...or stuck in it. &lt;br /&gt;10.  Finally i am thankful for my family and extended family.  I turned 30 this year and every year i think i realize a little more about how precious life is, how precious good health is, and to be THANKFUL, for every day given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-2814659535751901223?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/2814659535751901223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=2814659535751901223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2814659535751901223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2814659535751901223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-3963122051450109812</id><published>2009-09-28T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:34:59.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the ball!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPWFnMPhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zL8DPY9_u8k/s1600-h/falls+park+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603501449920018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPWFnMPhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zL8DPY9_u8k/s320/falls+park+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPVjf4IQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pzcfmeZEtKk/s1600-h/falls+park+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603492292436226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPVjf4IQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/pzcfmeZEtKk/s320/falls+park+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPVTeDYnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iQ_IhvJib_Q/s1600-h/falls+park+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603487989817970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPVTeDYnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/iQ_IhvJib_Q/s320/falls+park+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPU7_WVQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/POcoDeb7oaw/s1600-h/falls+park+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603481687020802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPU7_WVQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/POcoDeb7oaw/s320/falls+park+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPUgwJtEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8E1Bw45MM7M/s1600-h/falls+park+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386603474375521346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPUgwJtEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8E1Bw45MM7M/s320/falls+park+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year i am going to be organized, i am going to be on the ball, i am going to simplify my life. Or at least i am going to try. In the past around this time of year i think to myself that i should get a family picture taken and order &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cards. I should start picking up a few gifts here and there. I should buy a card for my brother in law who's birthday is in early November but usually does not get a card till the end of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to try and do better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I already have the family picture taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am working on getting the picture made into a card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am going shopping in two weeks where i hope to buy a few Christmas gifts and get Jackson b-day gifts bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Still need to buy the birthday card for my brother in law...but i am going to try REALLY hard to get it to him by his birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to write a blog in December and let you know if i managed to get any of these actually done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures taken at falls park on Labor day weekend. The one of the family is going to be our Christmas photo...i think. I just need to order the photo cards because then i can't change my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/617359289379015083-3963122051450109812?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/3963122051450109812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=3963122051450109812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3963122051450109812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3963122051450109812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-ball.html' title='On the ball!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SsEPWFnMPhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zL8DPY9_u8k/s72-c/falls+park+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4858606217675717234</id><published>2009-09-28T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:22:46.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Crochet</title><content type='html'>Awhile back i thought it would be fun to learn how to crochet, i needed something to do in my spare time.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;....i have no spare time, but in the event that i ever do, i thought it would be a nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt; to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a learning disability or something because crocheting might not be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hobby&lt;/span&gt; for me, i am rather awful at it.  Last night while trying to make a pot holder (i have been working on this for almost 3 weeks and no where NEAR done) i was having some trouble, seemed to have a big mess and was about to give up.  Brian is sitting next to me, looks at it, takes it from me and proceeds to crochet my pot holder.  So after only a few minutes of watching me, even HE knows how to crochet better then i do!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me not to tell anyone, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crocheting&lt;/span&gt; can be manly right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4858606217675717234?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4858606217675717234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4858606217675717234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4858606217675717234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4858606217675717234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/09/learning-to-crochet.html' title='Learning to Crochet'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-587649395828926604</id><published>2009-08-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:23:13.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a summer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13-qONRaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lKrrGHs9F5A/s1600-h/Lakes6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081848892343714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13-qONRaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lKrrGHs9F5A/s320/Lakes6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13-COo3VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kd4NjvYGQ-k/s1600-h/lakes25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081838156733778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13-COo3VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kd4NjvYGQ-k/s320/lakes25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13938F7pI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FtIEaS5kQL0/s1600-h/cenla+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081835394592402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13938F7pI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FtIEaS5kQL0/s320/cenla+24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So139qOBfaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DH81M3KnUvY/s1600-h/feenstra30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372081831711702434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So139qOBfaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DH81M3KnUvY/s320/feenstra30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile, life has been a bit crazy. To sum up my summer it has been camping, strep throat, camping, strep throat, camping, strep throat. I think you get the picture. It has not been the healthiest summer for me, but i am hoping that we have finally figured out the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of school for Morgan and Dylan, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when it hit me that summer is actually over, but how can that be because i swear there last day of school was just last week!!!! So i suppose before i know it, it will be Christmas, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just not something i want to think about yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my strep issues, well after my 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; episode of strep the doctors suggested having everyone in the family test to see if they were possibly a carrier. Meaning the have the strep bacteria in their throat but don't ever get sick from it. Well needless to say my family was not real impressed with me making them do this, but hey, i had my throat swabbed 5 times over the past few months it was time that someone else had it done:) Well i hoped it would be Brian because that would make the most sense to me, he was tested first but was not the guilty party spreading the germs. Next came my four kids, at this point i was really not hopeful that any of them were a carrier and i was feeling a bit frustrated because we just could not figure out why i kept getting sick. Well the doctor called me back after the 4 strep tests and not only did i have one, but i had 2 children who tested positive for strep!! Jackson had it, but Logan we think is the carrier. He is rarely sick, has never been tested for strep before, shows not signs at all, his throat is not even red! So Jackson, Logan and I were all put on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antibiotic's&lt;/span&gt; in hopes of getting rid of this stupid germ. WE left for vacation and two days later Morgan says to me "mom, my throat hurts." Just what i wanted to hear! So i called our doctor who nicely called in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; without seeing her because we all new she most likely had strep as well (her 3rd time in 5 months) So needless to say that past few weeks have been very busy with me disinfecting everything i can think of, and praying that once i go off the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antibiotic&lt;/span&gt; i don't get strep again....ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about sums up my summer. Well that and the bugs, did i mention bugs before? How much i hate them? Well i finally had to call a pest control guy to come and spray my house, not just for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;earwig&lt;/span&gt; bugs that were all over my house, but also for mud wasps, or the technical term Cicada killer. I just love that i have a bug with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; killer in my back yard!! Not only did i have one next but i had FOUR!!!! So they sprayed the nests (all but one, it was hidden) and told us that might help, but really cicada killers are hard to get rid off. Oh joy! The good news about them i guess is that they don't life long, usually from July- September...so i guess i only have a few weeks left of the lovely little killers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe winter isn't so bad...i am sure i will change my mind when its -20 and blowing 40 miles an hour, but i don't really want to think about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-587649395828926604?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/587649395828926604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=587649395828926604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/587649395828926604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/587649395828926604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-summer.html' title='What a summer....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/So13-qONRaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lKrrGHs9F5A/s72-c/Lakes6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-9099590560091907731</id><published>2009-07-02T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:00:01.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camping, camping and more camping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAZhzAOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4E_aRLfjFRE/s1600-h/yankton+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954230563700962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAZhzAOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4E_aRLfjFRE/s320/yankton+16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAeS8SmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kOzJpOEfqQM/s1600-h/yankton+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954231843572322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAeS8SmI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kOzJpOEfqQM/s320/yankton+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAEHs_lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IcwhW_bQ9Gw/s1600-h/yankton+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954224817110610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAEHs_lI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IcwhW_bQ9Gw/s320/yankton+17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0Q_jJfs9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/VGcVteVRzfs/s1600-h/yankton+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954215966258130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0Q_jJfs9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/VGcVteVRzfs/s320/yankton+18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0Q_Z5UF8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ddDdSU4b61c/s1600-h/yankton+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954213482469314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0Q_Z5UF8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ddDdSU4b61c/s320/yankton+14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its hard for me to believe that its July already...were does the time go?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer has been a busy one so far. In early June we took our first major road trip and went to St. Paul to see my sister. It was a great, and exhausting time!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was the first time we took our camper out since memorial weekend, we went to Yankton with some friends and had a very nice time. That was the kick off of a four weekend in a row camping spree. This could truly test the camper in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we are headed to the Lakes for the 4Th of July weekend, hopefully we will get some boating and beach time in, but the weather does not sound all that great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Next weekend its off to Rock Valley for some more camping with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the weekend after that is a family reunion at Storm Lake for Brian's side of the family and we will spend a Thursday-Sunday there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love camping, i like relaxing, i like that my kids have so much fun, i like that my kids have so much fun and stay up so late that they sleep so well! I like bon fires, roasting marshmallows, the big breakfasts, getting a tan and making memories. What i don't like is the laundry, laundry, laundry and more laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you wonder why i have not posted much, i have been doing laundry, and that's what it looks like i will be doing the rest of the summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will include some pictures from our camping last weekend. More pictures to come in the next couple of weeks. I am the annoying mom that can't stop taking pictures:)&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/617359289379015083-9099590560091907731?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/9099590560091907731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=9099590560091907731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/9099590560091907731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/9099590560091907731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-camping-and-more-camping.html' title='camping, camping and more camping.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sk0RAZhzAOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/4E_aRLfjFRE/s72-c/yankton+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-3880240407060368238</id><published>2009-06-30T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:45:29.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six years ago....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Skp3gXhCPTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W9Ed1CMpUJA/s1600-h/Dylan+in+the+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353222505035349298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Skp3gXhCPTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W9Ed1CMpUJA/s320/Dylan+in+the+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Skp1_4T51gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1KKDBK8GlhY/s1600-h/mn68_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353220847391331842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Skp1_4T51gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1KKDBK8GlhY/s320/mn68_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six years ago my life changed forever. Not just my life, but my perspective on life. It was one of those days that i will probably never forget. I know what i was doing, the time of day it was, and how heartbroken i felt. Six years ago today, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a call that my precious baby boy would not ever be like other little boys. I was given a list of things that he would probably never be able to do, and told that his was just the way that God had meant for him to be. Six years ago today we got a diagnosis of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Porencenphalic&lt;/span&gt; cyst on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dylan's&lt;/span&gt; brain, causing him to have Cerebral Palsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i am not meaning for this post to be sad, because really i am not. Six years ago i was heartbroken, scared, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt;, many different emotions. Today, i see things differently, and mostly in part to my brave little boy. He has taught me to never say never and that the impossible, is possible. I swear he got the list of things his doctors said he would never do and decided to one by one prove them wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan is also a brave little boy.  He has been seen by specialists, therapists, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neurologists&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pulminologists&lt;/span&gt;, cardiologists.  He has been poked, blood drawn, x-rays and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; other tests to even mention.  Yet rarely did he shed a tear, he has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; had the best attitude, and that in itself has taught me a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things still are not always easy, and i know he gets frustrated, but what child wouldn't when they can't use one arm or hand. When everything needs to be done one handed, things that those of us who have two hands take for granted. He has come a long way, as time has gone some issues have been figured out and new ones have replaced it. Now that he is starting school we are not just dealing with some of the physical limitations that he has but also some of the learning issues. He is a very, VERY smart boy, but focusing seems to be a problem. We start seeing a new doctor in a few weeks that i am very excited about, one that can hopefully shed some light on what goes on inside that amazing boys mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel very blessed to have him in my life. He turns Seven in just a month, and like most kids he has been counting down the days to his birthday for, oh the last year or so:) He wants two things, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and a skate board. The anxious mother in me thinks that maybe the skate board is not such a good idea. He struggles with balance, he will fall, he might get hurt, but maybe i need to listen to that little boy, and remember that he likes to prove people wrong, and to never say never to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/617359289379015083-3880240407060368238?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/3880240407060368238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=3880240407060368238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3880240407060368238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3880240407060368238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/06/six-years-ago.html' title='Six years ago....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Skp3gXhCPTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/W9Ed1CMpUJA/s72-c/Dylan+in+the+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-2181741052265765478</id><published>2009-06-11T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:21:26.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous Nelly....</title><content type='html'>That would be me.  I am by nature a nervous person, always worried or having anxiety about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow we are going to St. Paul to visit my sister.  I am excited, i know we will be doing fun things, i am anxious to see where she lives etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet i am also having major anxiety.  What if i forget to pack something?  How will the kids sleep in the hotel, its the first time for them. What if we get lost trying to find Kim's place?  Will the kids stay healthy?  Will Brian and I?  Have a packed enough toys, books, movies, to keep 4 kids entertained on the four hour drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by this time tomorrow we will be in St. Paul and i will be able to relax a little....maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-2181741052265765478?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/2181741052265765478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=2181741052265765478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2181741052265765478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2181741052265765478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/06/nervous-nelly.html' title='Nervous Nelly....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-1643817811573219427</id><published>2009-05-28T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:52:34.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure what happened.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q5IA34jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ytb8b284Dxc/s1600-h/Dylan+and+yogi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964475232576050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q5IA34jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ytb8b284Dxc/s320/Dylan+and+yogi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q48szLMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2lk7f66hYEA/s1600-h/Emma+and+Brian+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964472195591362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q48szLMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2lk7f66hYEA/s320/Emma+and+Brian+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q4j_iazI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XOuVUCoyWqs/s1600-h/Tulip+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964465563298610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q4j_iazI/AAAAAAAAAH8/XOuVUCoyWqs/s320/Tulip+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q4Q6_UtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s6Jg6tSruek/s1600-h/Tulip+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964460443947730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q4Q6_UtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/s6Jg6tSruek/s320/Tulip+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q4NpYNRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B_PrwnqqRZg/s1600-h/graduate+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964459564774674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q4NpYNRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B_PrwnqqRZg/s320/graduate+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what happened is i got a little busy...imagine that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I new the month of May would be hectic, i just didn't realize how hectic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a brief list of what we have been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping-we went to Sandy Hollow on mothers day weekend, for a gift i got strep throat, it was a a wonderful weekend!! Then for Memorial weekend we went to Yogi Bear Campground by Sioux Falls and had a very nice weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan graduated from Kindergarten!! We made it through the first year of school...only 13 more to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulip Festival, i have no idea what i am going to do when all of my kids are involved in Tulip Festival trying to get two kids where they needed to be was exhausting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 30. I can type this, i just can't really say it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my accounting exams and PASSED!!!!!!!!!! I am now done with accounting and will start two new classes in two weeks...hopefully they will not be as hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my first root canal. It was a blast. Only 20 more teeth to fix. I could cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids last day of school was yesterday!! Now comes summer rec, swimming, vacations, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's why i have not written much lately, i have not had the time, or really the energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-1643817811573219427?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/1643817811573219427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=1643817811573219427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/1643817811573219427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/1643817811573219427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-sure-what-happened.html' title='not sure what happened.....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/Sh7q5IA34jI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ytb8b284Dxc/s72-c/Dylan+and+yogi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-6019911498039909881</id><published>2009-04-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:30:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be ready for winter.</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know how much i HATE winter, i dread it, and mourn the loss of summer.  I just hate being cold, i hate the snow, i hate bundling up 4 kids just to go a few feet to get in a van, i hate trying to strap bundled kids in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seats&lt;/span&gt;, I hate the constant missing mittens, gloves, boots,  i just hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, at least in the winter i don't have to deal with bugs!!!!! I HATE BUGS!!!!!  Oh i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fly's &lt;/span&gt; lady bugs, ants (although they do annoy me when they get in my house), but the rest of the population of bugs, i just don't care for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if you know me you probably know that i run screaming when i see a wasp or a bee.  I will leave my children behind, just to get away from them, i hate them!!  So far i have not seen any yet this year, but i know that any day they will arrive.  Then last year, much to my horror, we had wasps/bees on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;steroids&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't know what they are called, but they are HUGE!!!!!  They scared the you know what out of me, almost to the point i dreaded going outside.  I am not being overly dramatic, these bugs were huge and scary looking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so aside from all of that, its the bugs i find in my basement laundry room that have me troubled and might just be whats sends me over the edge.  I am not sure what these are called either, but i am guessing they belong in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;centipede&lt;/span&gt; family.  They are about 2 inches longs, have a zillion legs, look kind of hairy, they make me want to gag!!  So last night i was sorting laundry and one fell out of some clothes i was folding (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pardon &lt;/span&gt;me while i stop to gag and shudder) anyway, i quickly stomped on it, the legs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from the body and started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wiggling&lt;/span&gt; on their own (more gagging and shuddering).  I had to stop doing laundry and just go upstairs and compose myself, i HATE THOSE BUGS!  Its just a matter of time till their close relatives show up, they are a hard shelled smaller &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt; with a few less legs, these also gross me out, but not quite as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i get rid of them?  I can't stop doing laundry, but i don't know if i can survive a summer of these bugs in my house.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-6019911498039909881?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/6019911498039909881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=6019911498039909881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6019911498039909881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6019911498039909881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-might-be-ready-for-winter.html' title='I might be ready for winter.'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-6875748834153776612</id><published>2009-04-15T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:57:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In sickness and health.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SeZKN5bwHfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8o4o6Mo4n3A/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325025212028165618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SeZKN5bwHfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8o4o6Mo4n3A/s320/wedding2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Yesterday Brian and i celebrated 9 years of marriage. I can't seem to grasp that we have been married nine years, so much has happened!! Here is a brief run down of our 9 blissful years of marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 14, 2000&lt;/strong&gt; we were married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 1&lt;/strong&gt; we moved into our new but very small house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle of May&lt;/strong&gt; Brian starts his new job at American Identity and i start working at De &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jong&lt;/span&gt; Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 10&lt;/strong&gt;, we have our first child, the one we thought we would never have, and figured she might be our only...if we only knew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward to September of 2001&lt;/strong&gt;, we decide that maybe we should try for another child, it could take awhile if ever and we wanted Morgan to have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sibling&lt;/span&gt;...we got our wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October &lt;/strong&gt;we discover that we are expecting our second child, evidently its not really all that hard for me to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 31, 2002&lt;/strong&gt;, we have out second child, a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October of 2002&lt;/strong&gt; we discover that our house is a bit small for 4 people so we decide to add onto our house. We double the size of our house thinking this should be plenty of room for our family...again, if only we knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 2003&lt;/strong&gt; our house is finished and we are excited to have all this new space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2003&lt;/strong&gt; Dylan is diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy, its a blow but its one we get through together and are still getting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2003&lt;/strong&gt; Brian starts a new job at Revival animal health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2004&lt;/strong&gt;, we learn that once again we are expecting a child, not planned, but we are excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 22, 2004&lt;/strong&gt; Logan is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 2004&lt;/strong&gt; Brian starts another new job and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walstra&lt;/span&gt; Plumbing and heating and i am happy to say he is still working there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2006&lt;/strong&gt; we once again discover that i am a fertile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Myrtle&lt;/span&gt; and i am yet again pregnant. Brian comes close to passing out, but again, once the shock wears off, we are looking forward to another child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September 2006&lt;/strong&gt; we decide again that maybe our house is still not big enough. So we should finish off our basement, we need a place for all our kids to go and play. Plus we needed another bedroom. We decide to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remodel&lt;/span&gt; our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 22, 2006&lt;/strong&gt; Jackson arrives-red hair and all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 22, 2006&lt;/strong&gt; we decide that our family is complete and Brian goes running to the doctor to make sure it stays complete:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 2007&lt;/strong&gt; our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remodel&lt;/span&gt; is done and our house is finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its no wonder that the past 9 years have flown by, we have been really busy. Its nice to know that after 9 years the romance is still there. This year i was sick on our anniversary, i had strep throat. Strep throat can be misleading, its not just your throat that hurts, although that does really hurt. Your entire body HURTS!!! I was feeling fairly miserable. Brian comes home from work, grabs my hand, shake it and says "happy anniversary, this is as close as i am getting to you." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;...he is so sweet:) I guess i can't blame him. He did however buy me roses and he NEVER buys me flowers so that was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am excited for the next nine years, anxious to see what the future holds....hopefully not any more babies or home &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remodels&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-6875748834153776612?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/6875748834153776612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=6875748834153776612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6875748834153776612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6875748834153776612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-sickness-and-health.html' title='In sickness and health.....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SeZKN5bwHfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8o4o6Mo4n3A/s72-c/wedding2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-3400622259444254346</id><published>2009-03-25T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:01:30.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond your normal headache</title><content type='html'>I have suffered from migraine headaches since i was probably about 16 years old.  They are not fun, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; i dread them.   I usually average 1 migraine every three months, but sometimes i get more or less.  I have also come to the conclusion that they are hormonal, meaning i get them roughly the same time during a month, oh the joys of being a woman.  Really the only time i have gotten a break from these lovely headaches was while i was pregnant and usually for the first 6-9 months after having a child.  Now this was great, but i don't think i can keep having children as a treatment for my migraines:)   &lt;br /&gt;So this week i have been having problems with them again.  I knew one was coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; around noon because i ALWAYS have an aura before hand.  I hate this because not only do i have a headache, but i also can not see anything!!  So for roughly 20 minutes my vision is messed up and i can feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; start to tense up...its a great time.  Usually the worst of the headaches only last about 2-3 hours, and if i  can rest they pain is not unbearable.  After the worst of the headache is gone, i am just left with a horrible ache in the back of my head.  I don't notice the ache unless i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bend over&lt;/span&gt; and then it feels like a sledge hammer is going off...it really hurts!  So Monday after the headache subsided i went about my normal daily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;, but instead of bending over (and as a mom of 4 i do a lot of bending over, i tie shoes, pick up shoes, pick up kids, pick up the junk the kids leave behind etc. you get the picture) anyway stead of bending to do these various jobs, i decided to squat, it hurt less...or at least at the time it hurt less.  Yesterday morning i woke up, again with an aura so i knew i was going to have another milder migraine that morning.  So again yesterday i did more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squatting&lt;/span&gt; and less bending.  By yesterday afternoon my head was no longer the only thing in pain!! I don't remember the last time i did squats, probably years since i really don't exercise.  I keep thinking i should, but after the pain i was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, i may not ever start!! I guess i used some muscles in my legs that i don't normally use, and it hurt!!  Did i mention it hurt really bad?? &lt;br /&gt;Today i am still in pain, in both my head and my legs, but i am back to bending over, i will deal with the pain in my head, but my legs need a break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my point with all of this?  Migraines suck!! Also i am very out of shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-3400622259444254346?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/3400622259444254346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=3400622259444254346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3400622259444254346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3400622259444254346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond-your-normal-headache.html' title='Beyond your normal headache'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-7076629884930445414</id><published>2009-03-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:37:34.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of pathetic</title><content type='html'>Brian and i have finally have the opportunity to go on a date tomorrow night, just the two of us.  I don't really remember the last time we went away just the two of us, maybe about two years ago on our anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;So we have a babysitter, and the prospect of a night out, just us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; we can't think of anything to do!!  How sad is that????  We don't really want to go shopping because that costs money and Brian is really no fun to shop with.  We don't really ever watch movies in theaters so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; kind of out.  I guess we will probably go out for supper, somewhere:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-7076629884930445414?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/7076629884930445414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=7076629884930445414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/7076629884930445414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/7076629884930445414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/03/kind-of-pathetic.html' title='Kind of pathetic'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4573595436619257776</id><published>2009-03-02T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:57:47.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From fever to festival...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxHp2mNCJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/92IWIXUoRwg/s1600-h/piano+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308696845118933138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxHp2mNCJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/92IWIXUoRwg/s320/piano+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxHcVASC2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/U7xeBhXeixU/s1600-h/piano+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i speak for most when i say its been a long winter, and i think that most people are ready for spring in hopes that some of the flu/viruses will leave our homes and let us live in peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan had some weird virus on Friday, i felt bad for her, she rarely gets sick, she is supposed to be my healthy child!! Well fevers make me nervous, especially with her because she has not always been content to just have a fever, she likes to add seizures into the mix to make it a little more interesting!! Thankfully that did not happen, and her fever broke by Saturday morning, just in time for her to play at her piano contest!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Morgan to her piano festival and it felt like i just yesterday that i was the one having to play before judges, i was the one that could not get her hands to stop shaking and i was the one that had to pee 500 times before i played (those of you who know me know that having to pee that many times is amazing for me since i am part camel!) anyway, i never really enjoyed it, and this is also the reason i have ALWAYS refused to play piano in church, i just can't do it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like a good mom, i make my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; do it instead! She did a great job, and really amazed me. Unlike me, she was not nervous at all!! She waited calmly for her turn to go in the room, she walked right up to the big grand piano and sat down and waited patiently for her turn to go. She played her two songs almost perfectly as though she played on a piano like that all the time (i wish!!). Once finished she smiled sweetly at the judges and sat by me. She scored and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; on her songs and i was so proud of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to take a picture of her playing or take a video, but i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not allowed. I really wanted to try and sneak a video of her while playing but the good angel on my shoulder would not let me do it...maybe next year:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4573595436619257776?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4573595436619257776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4573595436619257776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4573595436619257776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4573595436619257776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-fever-to-festival.html' title='From fever to festival...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxHp2mNCJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/92IWIXUoRwg/s72-c/piano+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-6901334109716240991</id><published>2009-03-02T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:26:04.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepared for the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxAXWqEcGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RII-nz8r7h8/s1600-h/goofy+Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe it was last week Thursday that we got a lot of rain, sleet, ice, etc. Well Logan was getting ready for preschool and heard the sound of rain/ice hitting the windows. He is not one that is really fond of getting wet, so he started getting prepared for going outside. He needed his cowboy boots (because you never go anywhere with out cowboy boots!!) he needed a hat to keep his head warm, some gloves and then to keep the water out of his eyes, he needed his goggles, then he was set to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxAFAkN9CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tvc971iEMPA/s1600-h/Goofy+Logan+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688515558405154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxAFAkN9CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tvc971iEMPA/s320/Goofy+Logan+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a goof ball but i love this kid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/617359289379015083-6901334109716240991?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/6901334109716240991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=6901334109716240991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6901334109716240991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6901334109716240991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/03/prepared-for-rain.html' title='Prepared for the rain'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaxAFAkN9CI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tvc971iEMPA/s72-c/Goofy+Logan+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-8103207766801491429</id><published>2009-02-25T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:53:10.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWusn4dsgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kBbQP4eUiTM/s1600-h/skating+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839817569284610" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWusn4dsgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kBbQP4eUiTM/s320/skating+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan went ice skating for the first time and did really well.  I stayed off the ice and just took photos, much safer for everyone that way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWuD5gn83I/AAAAAAAAAG0/q36Et6yJYJU/s1600-h/sleepy+jackson+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306839117926495090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWuD5gn83I/AAAAAAAAAG0/q36Et6yJYJU/s320/sleepy+jackson+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a birthday party on Sunday and Jackson missed his nap. He is the only child of mine that has EVER liked taking naps and begs to take them!! He looks like he could fall asleep on his chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWtnzclPiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wOGOQKX63tM/s1600-h/JACKSON+CROSS+DRESSER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306838635262590498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWtnzclPiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/wOGOQKX63tM/s320/JACKSON+CROSS+DRESSER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Jackson who loves to wear other peoples clothing (or no clothing at all!!) He had on my shoes and his sisters winter hat, and nothing else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-8103207766801491429?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/8103207766801491429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=8103207766801491429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8103207766801491429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8103207766801491429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-photos.html' title='Random photos'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SaWusn4dsgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kBbQP4eUiTM/s72-c/skating+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-6307303892298305275</id><published>2009-02-25T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:39:27.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy...</title><content type='html'>Looking back over a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; post where i mentioned everything i had going on in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, i realized that most of what i thought was going to take place, didn't.  This was one very messed up month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My moms surgery did go well!  She is still in a lot of pain however:(&lt;br /&gt;*My intention was to be their for her and help her out as much as i could, didn't really happen until this week. My kids all decided to get the stomach flu, it was a great time had by all! &lt;br /&gt;*We did not get to celebrate Emma's 1st birthday at our house because 1st of all no one wanted to become infected with the stomach flu (can't understand that!) and  second because Emma got RSV and Pneumonia (poor kid!).  The party did eventually take place, at my moms a few days later. &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacksons&lt;/span&gt; appointment in Sioux Falls has not taken place yet because the doctor has been sick (guess that happens to them also!) So hopefully he will go next week and he will get to be in the new Sanford &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; hospital, that should be neat, and hopefully he likes it enough that he does not scream though the x-rays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month as just been crazy and i will say i am very relieved to see that March is just around the corner.  I am not going to mention what all i have in March, my luck it will all change. I do know i have to visit the dentist...that can change, i really don't want to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-6307303892298305275?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/6307303892298305275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=6307303892298305275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6307303892298305275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6307303892298305275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy.html' title='crazy...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4967591816835479868</id><published>2009-02-13T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:43:31.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SZXMSJoGxAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5v6Hi1Zb0fM/s1600-h/cute+butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SZXLg_jdgpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/U7SwErkIb2c/s1600-h/baby+face+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302367903975047826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SZXLg_jdgpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/U7SwErkIb2c/s320/baby+face+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was going through some old photos and came across these. These are some of my favorite of Jackson, he has such a baby face! Makes me miss having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SZXLgnTmEbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RlTJlUhx_y8/s1600-h/baby+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302367897466048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SZXLgnTmEbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RlTJlUhx_y8/s320/baby+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet, no more babies for me, this is a good thing, i remind my fertile body of this every time i get the craving. My body may be willing, but my mind and more important my sanity, just can't take another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also after a week of cleaning up the results of the stomach flu, i just can't imagine having more, this is exhausting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet that face...uh...it just gets me every time!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4967591816835479868?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4967591816835479868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4967591816835479868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4967591816835479868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4967591816835479868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-going-through-some-old-photos-and.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SZXLg_jdgpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/U7SwErkIb2c/s72-c/baby+face+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4662950247796969817</id><published>2009-02-10T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:33:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever heard the saying.....</title><content type='html'>Want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans?  Well i think he is up in heaven having a good chuckle about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is having knee surgery tomorrow.  We have known this for a few months now.  I really want to be at the hospital when she has surgery, the rest of my family should also be there.  So i made plans.  I had everything lined up.  Kids would be in daycare full time, Brian would be in charge of bringing them and picking them up, he would take them to their evening church &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;, it was all set, i was ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.  Then that all changed with one puking child.  All the sudden nothing was planned, i had no clue how the week was going to go, everything was up in the air.  How silly of me a mother of 4 to think everything would go as planned...i should know better by now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i still really have no clue how tomorrow will go.  So far the rest of the family is fine, i am praying and crossing everything that will cross that everyone stays healthy and that my mom has a successful knee surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be an interesting week, sending prayers up that God will allow my mom to have a quick recovery, and that my family will stay healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4662950247796969817?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4662950247796969817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4662950247796969817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4662950247796969817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4662950247796969817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-heard-saying.html' title='Ever heard the saying.....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-5103573485849694747</id><published>2009-02-04T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:02:26.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and other stuff....</title><content type='html'>You may have noticed that i added music to my blog:)  I am still trying to figure out how everything works, slowly i am figuring out how to do different things with my blog.  So i added a few of my favorite songs, a few songs that are on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, and that have special meaning to me.  I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of music i enjoy, mostly country and christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February is now here and i am just praying i can get through this month with my sanity still intact!!  A brief outline of my schedule for this month is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 2 Girl scouts for Morgan&lt;br /&gt;         3 Piano lessons for Morgan&lt;br /&gt;         4 pioneer club parents night for Morgan, Dylan, and Logan, plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;financial&lt;/span&gt; peace class for Brian and me.  Not sure how this is all going to work.&lt;br /&gt;         6 a much needed night out for me!&lt;br /&gt;         7 Morgan has a girl scout/food pantry event at the grocery store and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;its the&lt;/span&gt; kick off for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; season...yes i might just be a geek:)&lt;br /&gt;         8 Church&lt;br /&gt;        10 Piano lessons again&lt;br /&gt;        11 My moms knee surgery (please pray it goes well!!)&lt;br /&gt;        14 valentines, not much planned but just getting the kids everything they need for their parties.  Hopefully visiting my mom in the hospital some also.&lt;br /&gt;        15 Emma birthday party at my house.  Can't believe she is one!!  Then its also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; 500, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; start of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nascar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;...yes, you can keep calling me a geek!&lt;br /&gt;       16 Girls scouts for Morgan&lt;br /&gt;       17  Piano lessons for Morgan&lt;br /&gt;       18  Jackson appointment in Sioux Falls, Pioneer club, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Financial&lt;/span&gt; peace class&lt;br /&gt;       22  Is church, and bible study&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; it that i have actually scheduled.  But the rest of the month will be busy trying to help my mom with what she needs, trying to keep my own household in order, and also trying to finish up two classes.  I have an 11 page research paper due the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all kind of scary when i think of all that needs to be done and all that i will most likely forget to do.   I know God will get me though all this, he always does, but some days i swear he is up there having a good chuckle at some of the messes i have gotten myself into:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-5103573485849694747?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/5103573485849694747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=5103573485849694747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5103573485849694747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5103573485849694747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-and-other-stuff.html' title='Music and other stuff....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-3004917975320646410</id><published>2009-01-29T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:29:15.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SYIRW87d_cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LU2SwD7pIN4/s1600-h/Jackson+goof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296815197751475650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SYIRW87d_cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LU2SwD7pIN4/s320/Jackson+goof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SYIQSsXtqnI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3xv25P1qjN8/s1600-h/jackson+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SYIQFAOOiWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fvN6R7dnYEQ/s1600-h/jackson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping that 2009 is a healthier year for our family. I have been adding some things up for our 2008 tax return and here is what i have come up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 trips to Le Mars for Dylan O.T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 Trips to Sioux Falls for various doctor appointments for Jackson and Dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 trips to the E.R.-All Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Hospital stay for 3 days....again, Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Trips to the doctor in Hull for Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several misc trips to doctor, dentist, eye doctor involving the entire family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total miles this year for medical=3786.00 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder it seems like i am never at work...because i am not!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far things seem to be improving for Jackson. Still no official diagnosis for what he has. Most likely its Asthma and Reflux. The common cold usually knocks him on his little butt and he get pneumonia. Well we have changed a few medications and since Dec. he has really been fairly healthy (knocking on wood!!) Now he did get a cold a few days ago, but so far seems to be ok (again knocking on wood!) We shall see if he gets over this and needs to be taken to the doctor to have his lungs checked. His next appointment is mid February in Sioux Falls. They will be doing x-rays to check on his lungs at that time and then seeing if his medication needs to be changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite it all he remains a happy and opinionated red head:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/617359289379015083-3004917975320646410?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/3004917975320646410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=3004917975320646410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3004917975320646410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/3004917975320646410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoping.html' title='Hoping......'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SYIRW87d_cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LU2SwD7pIN4/s72-c/Jackson+goof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-1168613805744827142</id><published>2009-01-19T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:02:35.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Van</title><content type='html'>There was a time not so long ago, that i swore i would never drive a mini van, it just wasn't my style.  Well two kids later i had to admit that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cramming&lt;/span&gt; them in the car was not the best idea either.  So five years ago we bought our first mini van, and i hate to admit it, but i loved it.  Well that van was great for our growing family, but 2 more kids and 75,000 miles later we decided it was time for another van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem was trying to find a van that had low miles but would also be one that my family could grow in.  I figure we buy i new van i want to drive it for the next 5-6 years, well that puts my oldest at 14 (GASP!!) and with 3 growing boys i know i am going to need room.  The other concern for me was finding a van was finding one that would help Dylan.  When we bought out first van Dylan had just been diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt; and was still very small, we never really thought that the van would be a problem.  Well he is now 6 years old, and just a big kid.  He is about the size of 9 year old versus a six year old.  Then you add in his weakness on his right side and creates another problem.  See Dylan sits in way back with Morgan, so that the younger two can be closer to me.  Well the walk way between the middle seats in mini vans are very narrow, especially when they have cup holders attached to the side of the middle seat.  So Dylan would trip over the cup holder, fall, and land in this VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;narrow&lt;/span&gt; space and get stuck.  It was just frustrating for both of us, he would panic because he was stuck and really two weak to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maneuver&lt;/span&gt; himself out of the tight narrow spot, and i am not really strong enough, nor was there enough room for me to climb back there and try to get him out either.  So after this happened 4 or 5 times i mentioned my frustrations to Brian and we decided it was time for something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the problem was we noticed that most mini vans have the narrow walk way with the cup holders on the sides.  We just could not find something that was wider without having to go to like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tahoe&lt;/span&gt;, or a suburban.   So we finally decided on a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uplander&lt;/span&gt;.  Its very similar to the Montana before, but its has far less miles, and we also removed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cup holders&lt;/span&gt; making at least 6 inches more room on the center aisle (i am hoping this is enough room).   Hopefully in the next 2 years or so we can move the younger two, to the back seat and put Dylan in the middle and that should hopefully fix any remaining problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am enjoying my new van (and trying to avoid snowbanks-long story) and today is the first day i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; was able to drive it.  Brian was not sharing yesterday and thought HE had to drive it everywhere...men!  The kids love it because it has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; system, they think its great and yesterday on the way to church it was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quietest&lt;/span&gt; ride we have had since we started having kids:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; brown van around town it might be me, feel free to wave, i will try to wave back but i am learning that both hands on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;steering&lt;/span&gt; wheel is best for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-1168613805744827142?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/1168613805744827142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=1168613805744827142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/1168613805744827142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/1168613805744827142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-van.html' title='New Van'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-5207580395641803316</id><published>2009-01-17T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:06:10.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing on a Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid182.photobucket.com/albums/x295/sfeenstra2000/MVI_0526.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-5207580395641803316?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/5207580395641803316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=5207580395641803316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5207580395641803316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5207580395641803316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/01/dancing-on-friday-night.html' title='Dancing on a Friday night'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-2146909224619230578</id><published>2009-01-02T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:51:02.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5v3gju22I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Eot9mPMEhw4/s1600-h/Christmas+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286786012002835298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5v3gju22I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Eot9mPMEhw4/s320/Christmas+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vttVsXwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AKWqEiCps_0/s1600-h/snow+08+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785843634921218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vttVsXwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AKWqEiCps_0/s320/snow+08+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vs-6iERI/AAAAAAAAAFc/82isOPJ8-9A/s1600-h/Christmas+program+08+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785831172968722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vs-6iERI/AAAAAAAAAFc/82isOPJ8-9A/s320/Christmas+program+08+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vsk3PVeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M9hD5OK7lb0/s1600-h/Christmas+08+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785824179836386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vsk3PVeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M9hD5OK7lb0/s320/Christmas+08+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vsRL8UPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U2Fvg0f2Vag/s1600-h/Christmas+08+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785818897961202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5vsRL8UPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U2Fvg0f2Vag/s320/Christmas+08+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what i love about the new year? It means we are getting closer to spring!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We survived Christmas. It always amazes me how it can take me 2+ hours to wrap everything and my kids can tear it all open in less then 10 minutes!! Then Brian and i spend another 2 hours trying to get everything out of the boxes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve the kids had a program at church, they all had lines to say and they all did very well!! Morgan had a huge line to read this year and i really thought she would be nervous about it, but she did a great job. After the program we came back home and the kids were SO happy to see that Santa had come while they were at their program. Not sure how much longer Morgan will really believe that there is a Santa, she is starting to loose faith in the tooth fairy (she keeps forgetting) and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; Santa will be next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was New Years day and we really didn't do much. I took down our Christmas tree, and we made a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just really ready for a normal schedule again. I just keep thinking that things will slow down soon...yet it just never happens. Looking ahead to the next couple of months we have a lot going on again, its exhausting just thinking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/617359289379015083-2146909224619230578?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/2146909224619230578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=2146909224619230578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2146909224619230578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2146909224619230578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SV5v3gju22I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Eot9mPMEhw4/s72-c/Christmas+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-2127169222368659822</id><published>2008-12-12T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:09:49.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did i mention i was busy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqcYuCYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TIeCnbmgcYw/s1600-h/christmas+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279028733010643330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqcYuCYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TIeCnbmgcYw/s320/christmas+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqeTCTAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c4pmDWbjm1I/s1600-h/jackson+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279028733523676162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqeTCTAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/c4pmDWbjm1I/s320/jackson+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqAO56YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yde0O1Gz3hs/s1600-h/jackson+b-day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279028725453285762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqAO56YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yde0O1Gz3hs/s320/jackson+b-day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgp_fWHEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zyn4fJGgYkU/s1600-h/holloween08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279028725253807170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgp_fWHEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zyn4fJGgYkU/s320/holloween08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it appears as though i have not posted in a few months, sorry!! Life in a word is just CRAZY! The past 3 months have flown and now its almost Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just to sum up what has been going on, Jackson turned two, life with a two year old red head is interesting and a bit challenging :) We had Thanksgiving at our house and celebrated his birthday at the same time. He recieved several Mickey Mouse items which helped feed his obession with Mickey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson has also been keeping up with past tradition and spending plenty of time in the doctors office. His most recent appointment was yesterday, we took him to Sanford Childrens Clinic to see if we can figure out what is going on with him and why he is always sick. Dont know much yet, but they increased is asthma meds and put him back on a reflux med. They also did blood work and a flu shot which he just LOVED...yea, thats was a joke. He made it very clear he was done with the doctors and nurses and wanted to go home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were in Sioux Falls yesterday i felt that was the perfect opportunity for me to finally get my Christmas shopping done. I am happy to say that i only need a few more gifts and then i am done!!! Now if could just find someone to wrap them all for me i would be in great shape!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other children are doing well, they have fallen into the routine of school and seem to both really enjoy it. Logan is also in preschool and enjoys it, especially the crafts, he really loves glue and paint:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also still taking classes, and for the most part enjoy them as well. I finished my two sets of classes and am very pleased to say i recieved A's in both classes!! Now i am taking a compostion class and an accounting class. So far its going ok, but i have to write an 11 page research paper for the composition class and this has me a bit scared. I have not ever written that much about anything. It is not due until the first part of March so i have time to put it off for awhile:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that sums up our life. I probably should mention that Brian is doing well also, not meaning to leave him out:) I will try to keep up a little bit better, but i make no promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/617359289379015083-2127169222368659822?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/2127169222368659822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=2127169222368659822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2127169222368659822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2127169222368659822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-i-mention-i-was-busy.html' title='Did i mention i was busy?'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SULgqcYuCYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TIeCnbmgcYw/s72-c/christmas+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-822708389333756683</id><published>2008-10-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:12:35.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zdgubbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VkZJ8sQa83E/s1600-h/pumpkin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254074372027477426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zdgubbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VkZJ8sQa83E/s320/pumpkin+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zYC0axI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6ttk_waUwB8/s1600-h/pumpkin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254074370559863570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zYC0axI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6ttk_waUwB8/s320/pumpkin+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zt9lOII/AAAAAAAAAEc/QXthR_t4iVw/s1600-h/pumpkin+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254074376443476098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zt9lOII/AAAAAAAAAEc/QXthR_t4iVw/s320/pumpkin+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zl0FZII/AAAAAAAAAEk/Am7f7eo0BQs/s1600-h/logan+b-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254074374256157826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zl0FZII/AAAAAAAAAEk/Am7f7eo0BQs/s320/logan+b-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since its been almost a month since i posted anything i decided i better give an update. The month of September with very busy and October is looking like it will be the same way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started back to school, i am going into my third week of classes and so far its going well. I am starting to figure out how online classes work, and my brain is remembering how to do homework again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are all doing well in school. I have an IEP meeting for Dylan tomorrow to go over the services he is getting in school. So far it sounds like his year is going great, so that is a huge relief for me, i should know better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jackson has had a series of doctor appointments. The last time i posted i think i mentioned he has asthma. Well i am also suspecting allergies. He has had a constant running nose since....man i don't even remember...birth maybe:) Its been a long time. He coughs all the time, and certain things seem to make it worse. So Friday i took him to Sioux Falls and then did some allergy testing on him. I should know the results of that later this week. I am just really wanting answers so that i can finally get him healthy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also in September Logan turned 4!! He is such a mix of naughiness and sweetness LOL. He has this HUGE brown eyes that can get the naughty look to them, but when he gets in trouble he can melt you heart!! He has also started preschool. He has his good days and at school, but thats Logan for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday i took the kids to pumpkin land by myself!! Very proud of myself as i rarely take four kids anywhere by myself!! We had a good time, the kids got some pumpkins and i managed to keep track of all four kids:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats what is new in our lives. October should also be a busy month but i will try to stay in touch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-822708389333756683?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/822708389333756683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=822708389333756683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/822708389333756683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/822708389333756683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-here.html' title='Still Here!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SOo4zdgubbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VkZJ8sQa83E/s72-c/pumpkin+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-7188322659292835961</id><published>2008-09-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:05:52.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAOS...Thats my life!!</title><content type='html'>This has been another very busy week, and its only Wed.!!  I keep thinking that sometime soon things will slow down a bit...well it not going to happen in Sept, maybe October???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Jackson had his appointment with the pulminologist.  It went well and Jackson actually smiled at the doctor a few times!! Normally he hangs onto me for dear life and starts to cry the minute doctors come near him.  Needless to say he has had  a lot done to him in his little life and he remembers a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doctor has diagnosed Jackson with reactive airway disease or asthma.  So Jackson is being put on inhaled steriods and singular.  The inhaler is actually going fine, so far.  Its a regular inhaler but the inhaler gets stuck in a tube and on the end of the tube is a face mask that looks like a duck.  Well Jackson likes to quack when i put it over his mouth....so at least he tolerates that!!  The singular is not going so well.  Its granules, kind of like a suger packet that you can sprinkle on soft foods and then let him eat it.  Well last night i put it in  some applesause...well i guess he hates applesause cause he gagged everytime i put some in his mouth.  Not sure how i am going to get him to take this, as he is not really big into jello, pudding, mashed potatoes...anything soft.  I am gone this evening so i will see if Brian can come up with some creative way of getting him to take it....i am not holding my breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Morgan started piano lessons.  So far its going well and she really enjoyed it.  She even got up early this morning so she could go play the song she learned.  Its two notes over and over and over....but she is very proud of her song and makes her brothers listen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also working on getting stuff ready for a garage sale that starts tomorrow.   Its just a lot of work!!  I am hoping a lot of stuff sales because i do not want to haul it all back downstairs!!  The garage sale will be Thursday-Saturday, so that a lone will keep me plenty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thats not enough the kids want to go camping a few more times yet this year.  So we are hauling our camper to Sandy Hollow.  A whole 8 miles from home:)  But its a campground and thats all the kids care about.  So once i am done with the garage sale stuff, hopefully i can relax a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go camping again next weekend to a campground in RockValley.  Its new and actually really nice.  They have a little swimming pond with a beach...however since the temps have only been in the 60's lately i doubt there will be any swimming going on.  I also might have Logans birthday party out there...depends on the weather!  So yes, i have another birthday coming up so that will be keeping me busy as well!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then school starts for me in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my sanity:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-7188322659292835961?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/7188322659292835961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=7188322659292835961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/7188322659292835961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/7188322659292835961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/09/chaosthats-my-life.html' title='CHAOS...Thats my life!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4263281041290752187</id><published>2008-09-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:47:36.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much new....</title><content type='html'>Not much new in our lives lately...not that that is a bad thing!!  We spent our Labor Day weekend mostly at home.  I needed to get a ton of cleaning done, and get stuff ready for a garage sale.  I did not get near finished, i can't believe how much stuff is packed into our house!!!  Its time to do a DEEP cleaning in every room, just not sure when i will find time to do this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan had an appointment last week at the Child Health Speciality Clinics.  I always enjoy these appointments as it gives me a good idea of how Dylan is doing on all levels.  He has gone down on his BMI which is AWESOME NEWS!!!  We just keep pushing healthy foods and lots of exercise.  He is doing great with gross motor and cognitive, and as normal still way behind on fine motor, that i am sure will never change.  They will also start monitoring him for ADHD this year just because he is at such high risk for learning disorders and shows a few signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson goes to see a few specialists next week, i can't wait!!!!  I am ready to figure out why he is always getting Pneumonia, and what we can do to keep him healthier this winter...last year was awful!!  The poor kid is terrified of doctors, i can't say as i blame him, he has had a ton of stuff done to him in his short life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan went to the dentist today, she has only one small cavity...that is great news!!  She does however have to see an orthodontist because she has an over bite and a crowed ed little mouth.  Not suprising that she will be needing braces sometime in the next couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan and Jackson started at their brand new daycare today.  They were so excited and i can't say that i blame them, it looks like a very cool place.  Everything is so new and nice...not sure how long that will last with over 100 little kids attending this daycare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about all for now.  I should probably get some work done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4263281041290752187?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4263281041290752187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4263281041290752187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4263281041290752187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4263281041290752187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-much-new.html' title='Not much new....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-571187384684924796</id><published>2008-08-22T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:34:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson being cute at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i182.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid182.photobucket.com/albums/x295/sfeenstra2000/MVI_0302.flv"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-571187384684924796?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/571187384684924796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=571187384684924796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/571187384684924796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/571187384684924796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/08/jackson-being-cute-at-beach.html' title='Jackson being cute at the beach'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-6302796643075533085</id><published>2008-08-22T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:31:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SK7Mykiy9BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F0zxD37e1-s/s1600-h/Dylan+back+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237348585853613074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SK7Mykiy9BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F0zxD37e1-s/s320/Dylan+back+to+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SK7MyjbDHcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pfW7i81sNOE/s1600-h/Morgan+back+to+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237348585552682434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SK7MyjbDHcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pfW7i81sNOE/s320/Morgan+back+to+school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan and Dylan started school again this week. Very hard to believe since i swear they just got out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan is starting 2nd grade, and so far seems to like it and is in a class with all her friends. Dylan is starting kindergarten, and is also doing fine so far. I worry a little about that boy, he likes to talk more then he likes to listen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual for the first week of school it has been hot, but thankfully they have not gotten out early because of the heat yet. &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;p&gt;I took some pictures of them in their classrooms. Dylan was fine with it, but i think i am starting to be a little to uncool for Morgan...she really did not want me taking her picture:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Morgan FINALLY learned to tie her shoes the day before school started!! WOOHOOO!!! i was starting to think she was going to go to college with velcro shoes:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-6302796643075533085?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/6302796643075533085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=6302796643075533085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6302796643075533085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/6302796643075533085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SK7Mykiy9BI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F0zxD37e1-s/s72-c/Dylan+back+to+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-2629752000460849064</id><published>2008-08-12T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:12:41.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSDfvaZI/AAAAAAAAADU/wuvJJio-2wc/s1600-h/girl+party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233710842761931154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSDfvaZI/AAAAAAAAADU/wuvJJio-2wc/s320/girl+party+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSDDdKpI/AAAAAAAAADc/kf2kD9pA5tM/s1600-h/girl+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233710842643294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSDDdKpI/AAAAAAAAADc/kf2kD9pA5tM/s320/girl+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSTFhGAI/AAAAAAAAADk/PcmFnfQ_qfg/s1600-h/girl+party+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233710846946908162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSTFhGAI/AAAAAAAAADk/PcmFnfQ_qfg/s320/girl+party+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSuvYXII/AAAAAAAAADs/WlDtm9J3ALY/s1600-h/girl+party+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233710854370253954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSuvYXII/AAAAAAAAADs/WlDtm9J3ALY/s320/girl+party+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSnysBII/AAAAAAAAAD0/v9pPvOR5-xM/s1600-h/girl+party+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233710852505076866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSnysBII/AAAAAAAAAD0/v9pPvOR5-xM/s320/girl+party+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past couple of years Morgan has wanted to have a birthday party with some of her friends. In the past i have always said no, because it just seemed like a lot of work and she always gets tons of gifts from relatives that she really doesn't need anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this year i gave in. I figured she is only a little girl once, and to be honest she is already growing up so fast!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Morgan decided that if she was turning eight, she should invite 8 friends...i talked her into six. After some thought i decided it would be fun to have supper at the Pizza Ranch and from there go to a hair salon and get a manicure done on all the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as it turned out the girls could pick from 2 out of 3 things, there toes done, their finger nails done. or their hair done all pretty! Well of course the girls all wanted their hair done, and then some chose to do their toes and some their finger nails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all i would say the girls had a blast!! They loved getting their hair all curled, they loved the viabrating massage chair that they got to set in while getting their toe nails done. They just loved being pampered!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After it was all done last night Morgan wanted to know if she could do it again nextyear...HA! Probably not. My ears are still ringing from 7 squealing girls!!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-2629752000460849064?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/2629752000460849064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=2629752000460849064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2629752000460849064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2629752000460849064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHgSDfvaZI/AAAAAAAAADU/wuvJJio-2wc/s72-c/girl+party+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-5273490727081861124</id><published>2008-08-12T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:02:11.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4WH4keI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qq3apav8JO8/s1600-h/Jackson+at+the+baech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233708202062287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4WH4keI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qq3apav8JO8/s320/Jackson+at+the+baech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4iTOqVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cz1ey4Vzlfc/s1600-h/playing+with+noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233708205331097938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4iTOqVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cz1ey4Vzlfc/s320/playing+with+noodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4ureyOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RtIUKAcm8ek/s1600-h/haning+out+in+the+sane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233708208654043362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4ureyOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RtIUKAcm8ek/s320/haning+out+in+the+sane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4_mGODI/AAAAAAAAADE/iFWz-MzYegs/s1600-h/MOrgan+and+her+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233708213194864690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4_mGODI/AAAAAAAAADE/iFWz-MzYegs/s320/MOrgan+and+her+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4x9zxJI/AAAAAAAAADM/iavO15oD1fM/s1600-h/mommy+and+jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233708209536222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4x9zxJI/AAAAAAAAADM/iavO15oD1fM/s320/mommy+and+jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to take one more small vacation before the kids head back to school next week. We went to a place called Scharnberg park. Its was a nice little camping place where you can camp, swim, fish, or just relax...i was all for the relaxing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up on Wed. night after work and came home on Sunday. We really had a good time. We went to the beach every day, and i am SO happy to say that Logan actually got in the water and by the last day went in all the way up to his SHOULDERS!! That is a huge step for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that the kids did a little fishing...and i mean little. The fish were very tiny and Brian would no more then get one fish off the hook then another one would catch one. Needless to say after an hour Brian had had enough fishing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we celebrated Morgans 8th birthday....My baby!!!! She opened her gifts and then it was time to pack up and head back home. It was nice to get away, but i must say there is nothing like my own king sized bed compared to that awful, uncomfortable, back killer of a bed we have in our camper:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/617359289379015083-5273490727081861124?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/5273490727081861124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=5273490727081861124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5273490727081861124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/5273490727081861124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SKHd4WH4keI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qq3apav8JO8/s72-c/Jackson+at+the+baech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4824328525460255761</id><published>2008-07-29T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:23:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday time again!!!!</title><content type='html'>Morgan and Dylan on Saturday&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SI81PUrn83I/AAAAAAAAACk/PguvwoHCloc/s1600-h/md+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228456229766427506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SI81PUrn83I/AAAAAAAAACk/PguvwoHCloc/s320/md+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dylan and Morgan almost 6 years ago!! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SI80bYP27kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tiae4Z9I60U/s1600-h/MORGAN+AND+DYLAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228455337370512962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SI80bYP27kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tiae4Z9I60U/s320/MORGAN+AND+DYLAN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4824328525460255761?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4824328525460255761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4824328525460255761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4824328525460255761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4824328525460255761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-time-again.html' title='Birthday time again!!!!'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SI81PUrn83I/AAAAAAAAACk/PguvwoHCloc/s72-c/md+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-8885710810045062431</id><published>2008-07-17T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:03:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something More....</title><content type='html'>This is an article i stumbled upon a few years ago, and it really hit home for me, and i re read it whenever i am getting frustrated, and feel sorry for my self or my child, or i just want to give up and quit fighting. I thought it was a good one to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Some Mothers Get Babies With Something More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lori Borgman&lt;br /&gt;Columnist and Speaker&lt;br /&gt;My friend is expecting her first child. People keep asking what she wants. She smiles demurely, shakes her head and gives the answer mothers have given throughout the pages of time. She says it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. She just wants it to have ten fingers and ten toes.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's what she says. That's what mothers have always said.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers lie.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, every mother wants a whole lot more. Every mother wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. Every mother wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Every mother wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but we mothers want what we want.&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers get babies with something more.&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers get babies with conditions they can't pronounce, a spine that didn't fuse, a missing chromosome or a palette that didn't close. Most of those mothers can remember the time, the place, the shoes they were wearing and the color of the walls in the small, suffocating room where the doctor uttered the words that took their breath away. It felt like recess in the fourth grade when you didn't see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind clean out of you.&lt;br /&gt;Some mothers leave the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, take him in for a routine visit, or schedule her for a well check, and crash head first into a brick wall as they bear the brunt of devastating news. It can't be possible! That doesn't run in our family. Can this really be happening in our lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman who watches the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It's not a lust thing; it's a wondrous thing. The athletes appear as specimens without flaw - rippling muscles with nary an ounce of flab or fat, virtual powerhouses of strength with lungs and limbs working in perfect harmony. Then the athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler.&lt;br /&gt;As I've told my own kids, be it on the way to physical therapy after a third knee surgery, or on a trip home from an echocardiogram, there's no such thing as a perfect body. Every body will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, medication or surgery. The health problems our children have experienced have been minimal and manageable, so I watch with keen interest and great admiration the mothers of children with serious disabilities, and wonder how they do it.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that child in and out of a wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications, regulate diet and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you endure the clichés and the platitudes, well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you've occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy pieces like this one -- saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you're ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn't volunteer for this, you didn't jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, "Choose me, God. Choose me! I've got what it takes."&lt;br /&gt;You're a woman who doesn't have time to step back and put things in perspective, so, please, let me do it for you. From where I sit, you're way ahead of the pack. You've developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, carefully counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule. You can be warm and tender one minute, and when circumstances require, intense and aggressive the next.&lt;br /&gt;You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You're a neighbor, a friend, a stranger I pass at the mall. You're the woman I sit next to at church, my cousin and my sister-in-law. You're a woman who wanted ten fingers and ten toes, and got something more. You're a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-8885710810045062431?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/8885710810045062431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=8885710810045062431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8885710810045062431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8885710810045062431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-article-i-stumbled-upon-few.html' title='Something More....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-2325222623339075144</id><published>2008-07-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:45:21.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>I very much dislike my teeth right now!!  I can't believe how much its costs to fix your teeth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my fault i know.  I put off going to the dentist for the past 8 years, but i felt that since i had no cavities for the first 18 years of my life, why would i start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the thing, having 4 children in six years seems to have robbed my body of some much need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;calcium&lt;/span&gt;,  so that along with the fact that i drink a lot of coke (well used to, i have cut way back) has done a # on my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last year i finally found a dentist that i LOVE!! She is very sweet and caring and i don't feel quite as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt; to go to the dentist when i see her.  So after getting  some teeth pulled, several sets of x-rays and 9 months later, i finally get told what the damage is going to be.  Its not good.....like 8-10 thousand not good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned my lesson, my children will have regular dentist visits from now on, i will not let them follow my bad example.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-2325222623339075144?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/2325222623339075144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=2325222623339075144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2325222623339075144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/2325222623339075144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/07/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-8049913662381844579</id><published>2008-07-12T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:06:00.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNQMcCfI/AAAAAAAAABM/vGY8F7hV9JE/s1600-h/mogan+tee+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222870675133041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNQMcCfI/AAAAAAAAABM/vGY8F7hV9JE/s320/mogan+tee+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNpAYOyI/AAAAAAAAABU/SpvcNV8HhzY/s1600-h/Morgan+tee+ball+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222870681793346338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNpAYOyI/AAAAAAAAABU/SpvcNV8HhzY/s320/Morgan+tee+ball+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNkvOmhI/AAAAAAAAABc/NQGJRkhkLbI/s1600-h/Morgan+tee+ball+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222870680647670290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNkvOmhI/AAAAAAAAABc/NQGJRkhkLbI/s320/Morgan+tee+ball+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like just yesterday that my summers were busy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baton&lt;/span&gt; lessons, tee-ball and swimming at the pool every afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i get to watch Morgan play tee-ball and talk about the exciting time she had at the pool that day. Wed. night was parents night and i was able to watch Morgan play, it just seems crazy to think that not so long ago that was me playing, in that same softball field and at one time i am sure i was on the green team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this mean i am getting old?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-8049913662381844579?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/8049913662381844579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=8049913662381844579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8049913662381844579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/8049913662381844579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHtdNQMcCfI/AAAAAAAAABM/vGY8F7hV9JE/s72-c/mogan+tee+ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-1759162562029170079</id><published>2008-07-09T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:00:59.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeeJCzgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p2fJQYrWAro/s1600-h/jackson+grumpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221121647934885378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeeJCzgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p2fJQYrWAro/s320/jackson+grumpy.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeg0IAAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jtPC5s4JCrA/s1600-h/dylan+goofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221121648652451842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeg0IAAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jtPC5s4JCrA/s320/dylan+goofy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeozt_oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1E9Sfc-75aw/s1600-h/morgan+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221121650798231170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeozt_oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1E9Sfc-75aw/s320/morgan+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUme7gNSjI/AAAAAAAAABE/1CvaQp6oSR0/s1600-h/Logan+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221121655816669746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUme7gNSjI/AAAAAAAAABE/1CvaQp6oSR0/s320/Logan+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUlu4R9lOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cZ-3Ovtwr7E/s1600-h/Jackson+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221120830317892834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUlu4R9lOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cZ-3Ovtwr7E/s320/Jackson+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUjTxsqCzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ6Q2OKeIow/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221118165671086898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUjTxsqCzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SZ6Q2OKeIow/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year for the 4th we did something different, my entire family was together up at Okaboji, something that has not happened in several years...it was nice, and somewhat crazy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the forth boating and skiing....glad to say that after four kids i can still ski. I really was not sure if i still could and was slightly afraid of hurting myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Brian and I and the kids found a dock to sit on and watch the fireworks. They were cool and the kids enjoyed them. I did enjoy them myself but was actually really glad when they were finished. We were sitting on a floating dock and i was getting a little sick. Sad to say, but i don't think i could ever handle going on a cruize!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we took the kids to the beach. Morgan and Dylan just loved playing in the water, and i have to give the credit because it was COLD! Logan hates the water and was perfectly content to just play in the sand. We tried everything we could think of to get him to go in the water...even bribery (i know good parents we are !) but nothing was making him budge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we were ready to come home, the weekend had been fun but exhausting! The drive home was even entertaining as about 10 miles from home the sky let loose and we got dumped on. I was following Brian who was pulling the camper...i could not see ANYTHING!! Lots of cars were pulling over, but we kept going, i don't think i have ever been so glad to see Alton:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/617359289379015083-1759162562029170079?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/1759162562029170079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=1759162562029170079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/1759162562029170079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/1759162562029170079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLUpd1cgrto/SHUmeeJCzgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p2fJQYrWAro/s72-c/jackson+grumpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617359289379015083.post-4784104236602850326</id><published>2008-07-09T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T13:04:20.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it goes....</title><content type='html'>So as if i don't have enough to do, i decided to try having a blog.  I feel that life goes by so fast so why not keep a journal of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared for stories of my crazy, yet adorable kids and my crazy and sometimes adorable husband:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/617359289379015083-4784104236602850326?l=feenstras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/feeds/4784104236602850326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=617359289379015083&amp;postID=4784104236602850326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4784104236602850326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/617359289379015083/posts/default/4784104236602850326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feenstras.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-it-goes.html' title='Here it goes....'/><author><name>Steph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231798234623941811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
