<?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-9192830705694588730</id><updated>2012-02-05T03:25:34.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8940448451474264010</id><published>2012-01-06T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:43:56.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Heart</title><content type='html'>I've started writing this entry more times than I can count over the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I haven't blogged in &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; long that I feel like I have &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much to say.&amp;nbsp; Then there's the fact that it's been such a life-changing year for me that I really don't know how to summarize&amp;nbsp;all that's&amp;nbsp;in my heart.&amp;nbsp; I've experienced so much.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've experienced deep heartache&amp;nbsp;beyond what I thought was humanly possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've found genuine and deep comfort in&amp;nbsp;Jesus that I've never experienced before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had to make hard decisions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've cried many, many tears&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been loved unconditionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had the unwavering support of my amazing husband&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've had true joy and hope in the midst of great sadness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been encouraged by the faithful prayers of fellow believers in Christ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've reaffirmed in my own heart that no matter what, I will choose to trust and follow Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've watched my family grieve deeply&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2011 was probably the most difficult year of my life.&amp;nbsp; But, as I've listed above, some really wonderful things have been affirmed (or maybe reaffirmed)&amp;nbsp;in my life, through the trials.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to go into any great detail about any of the things I listed above, but I do want to stress one thing.&amp;nbsp; Probably the most important thing I've learned in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Jesus, there is no hope.&amp;nbsp; None.&amp;nbsp; Yes, there are fleeting things that can make you happy for a while.&amp;nbsp; Yes, there are people in our lives who, for a time, make us feel better about ourselves; about our lives.&amp;nbsp; We live in a beautiful world that offers us perfectly blue skies, breathtaking sunsets, majestic mountains and incredibly vast oceans.&amp;nbsp; But, apart from Jesus and the love and hope He&amp;nbsp;offers, these things are just temporary "pick me ups."&amp;nbsp; The hope He gives is unending.&amp;nbsp; Even the worst of circumstances do not change His limitless grace, forgiveness and peace.&amp;nbsp; After being a follower of Jesus for almost 27 years, I &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;have&amp;nbsp;a difficult time grasping this concept completely.&amp;nbsp; But I know it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it feels downright unbearable.&amp;nbsp; But friends, God is so very great.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how else to explain it other than He is breath and life for me.&amp;nbsp; I am a new creation in Christ and, in the end (whether that's when Jesus returns, or through death) we win!&amp;nbsp; Love wins!&amp;nbsp; I want my life in 2012 to reflect that.&amp;nbsp; I all too often lose sight of this in the midst of grocery shopping, paying bills, doing dishes and checking homework.&amp;nbsp; As amazing, crazy, beautiful, sometimes miserable, and wonderful as this world can be, it is not my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world." ~&amp;nbsp;John 16:33 (ESV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8940448451474264010?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8940448451474264010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8940448451474264010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8940448451474264010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8940448451474264010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/take-heart.html' title='Take Heart'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4455540804192652923</id><published>2012-01-05T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:00:29.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Look, And A New Post</title><content type='html'>This is just an official notice to all 3 of you who read my blog, that I will be writing a new post very soon.&amp;nbsp; It's been a&amp;nbsp;long time since I've blogged (that's why there's&amp;nbsp; only 3 of you readers left!), but I'm looking forward to sharing about what's been happening in my little corner of the world throughout the last several months.&amp;nbsp; Hope you are all doing well and are making the most of this new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4455540804192652923?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4455540804192652923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4455540804192652923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4455540804192652923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4455540804192652923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-look-and-new-post.html' title='A New Year, A New Look, And A New Post'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8489448790823587676</id><published>2011-05-09T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:11:57.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have the BEST family!  I was reminded of this (again) on this past Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving home from church, I was told to go upstairs and get comfy in bed.  I was also told to put in ear plugs.  That, I must say, was a weird request, but I did what I was told (until I tried watching TV without the ability to hear it, upon which I removed the ear plugs).  Just a few minutes later I was joined by my 4 girls and my husband.  Apparently they were downstairs letting their creative juices flow.  I quickly realized why I needed the ear plugs.  It was so I wouldn't hear them practicing :)  Check it out....  (First go to the bottom of the page and pause the music player.  Then press the play button below, please!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="27" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="320" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=https://sites.google.com/site/mymochamoments/stuff/Mother%27sDay.mp3?attredirects=0&amp;amp;d=1" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the most awesome song ever?  You mean you haven't seen that one on iTunes top 20 list?  Seriously?  'Cause I think it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of my failures and all of my imperfections, I have 4 beautiful daughters and one incredible husband who all love me.  The role I have because of those 5 people is quite great.  The only way this role can be played out, with any success at all, is really through Jesus, and what He is doing in &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 1:8-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For God is my witness, how I yearn for you all with the affection of Christ Jesus.  And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8489448790823587676?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8489448790823587676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8489448790823587676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8489448790823587676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8489448790823587676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-2011.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4129811842706619412</id><published>2011-02-25T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:01:09.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Always Been a Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>This man has forever changed my life.  He has taught, guided, encouraged, and loved me so amazingly well.  He has always given credit to God for his achievements and successes.  He has always sought forgiveness and is one of the most sacrificial men I've ever known.  What else can I say?  He has had me wrapped around his finger since I was a baby.  That hasn't changed.  It never will.  He is a hero to me.  He has run the race well and will soon be wrapped in the arms of our Savior.  I am so very proud to be Dave Henry's daughter.  I love you, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uISI6c1JNY/TWgzG3C13yI/AAAAAAAAAko/Af9wh0d0CHA/s1600/02-25-2011%2B02%253B44%253B35PM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577764331446460194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uISI6c1JNY/TWgzG3C13yI/AAAAAAAAAko/Af9wh0d0CHA/s400/02-25-2011%2B02%253B44%253B35PM.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4129811842706619412?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4129811842706619412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4129811842706619412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4129811842706619412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4129811842706619412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-always-been-daddys-girl.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Been a Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uISI6c1JNY/TWgzG3C13yI/AAAAAAAAAko/Af9wh0d0CHA/s72-c/02-25-2011%2B02%253B44%253B35PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6654974115757891193</id><published>2010-11-16T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:16:35.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories....I Am Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It happened almost 2 weeks ago. I pulled our minivan into the driveway, turned off the ignition, opened the door and stepped out. My feet hit the scattered, vibrant leaves with a crunch. As I made my way to the front porch, I started kicking the leaves around, almost in a child-like way. And just like that, I was taken back. The smells...the sounds...the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, a little girl living on 12th Street. It was an Autumn day in Ohio. My Dad would rake the leaves into a large pile and give me the go ahead to run and jump in that pile, to my heart's great delight! He didn't seem to mind that I had undone that perfect pile he had just spent time gathering. Again, he would rake them back into a pile and watch me giggle as I swam through the sea of leaves. I loved that! After a few more times of raking and jumping, it was time to transfer all the raked leaves into the wheelbarrow. Once the wheelbarrow was filled to the brim with those crisp colorful leaves, my Dad would hoist me up and set me right on top of that pile. He would then proceed to give me quite a thrilling ride through the yard, towards the final destination, where he would then dump the contents (including me!) into an even larger pile of leaves. It was awesome! I distinctly remember the smell of those fallen leaves, as I sat on top of them, holding on tight as my Dad whipped me around in that wheelbarrow. And that's the exact smell I experienced again, as a grown woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't seem that long ago, in some ways. I remember those times so vividly. I really cannot think about those afternoons without smiling, almost feeling that same glee as I did when I was a child. I remember the crunch of the dried up leaves. I remember the smell of Fall. I remember the sound of the rake scraping along the ground. I remember feeling love. I remember my Dad's smile. I remember thinking how strong he was, pushing me effortlessly in that wheelbarrow. I'm not sure when I thought I had outgrown those days of running and jumping in the leaves, but it happened. I grew up, got married, and had a family of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad, what I wouldn't do to have those moments with you again. Those times you spent with me, even though it was just simply doing yard work, are forever ingrained in my mind. I'm still that little girl who sat atop the leaves, thankful that her Dad had time for just her, even amidst the mundane chores in life... like raking leaves. And even though God has us living far away from each other right now, know that the memories we have are always close in my heart. And for that, I am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540245852402700626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TOLoP9DLUVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bvk_aetEIlg/s400/IMG_1141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad and I after I bought my first car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6654974115757891193?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6654974115757891193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6654974115757891193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6654974115757891193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6654974115757891193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/memoriesi-am-thankful.html' title='Memories....I Am Thankful'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TOLoP9DLUVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bvk_aetEIlg/s72-c/IMG_1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6077252405948867489</id><published>2010-11-12T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:27:54.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Silliness</title><content type='html'>So, I've recently been having a lot of fun on the website Jib Jab.  I don't endorse everything on the site itself, but there are some really funny videos that are just begging for your picture...or someone else's picture.   Press play on the video below, and you'll see what I mean! (Before playing the video, you need to go to the bottom of the page and pause the music player)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 567px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=Z8PrXVgvedPGPfwK&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=holidays' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='567'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=Z8PrXVgvedPGPfwK&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=holidays'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=Z8PrXVgvedPGPfwK&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=holidays'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Personalize funny videos and birthday &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; at JibJab!&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/9192830705694588730-6077252405948867489?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6077252405948867489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6077252405948867489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6077252405948867489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6077252405948867489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/11/seasonal-silliness.html' title='Seasonal Silliness'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2606914605319518841</id><published>2010-10-20T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:56:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch 2010</title><content type='html'>We had fun, but it went so fast! It seems I wait all year anticipating our annual trip to the pumpkin farm, and then, once it has arrived, it just passes in the blink of an eye. Good thing we captured the moment on camera! Our day consisted of a 5 acre corn maze, tractor ride to pick out the family pumpkin, hot cider, playing on hay bales, and checking out some farm animals. And, this all took place on a gorgeous, blue sky, sunny Oregon Autumn afternoon. Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOTS OF PICTURES TO FOLLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530255971711908066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TL9qgXbe-OI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0P1By79Vi3k/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530256193209466802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TL9qtQknf7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/PVit2-onj68/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530256368261021394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TL9q3csKPtI/AAAAAAAAAig/fXpC9b1zAz0/s400/IMG_0892.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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I honestly don't know how time can fly by so quickly.  I guess I must be having a lot of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's officially Autumn in just a couple days!  Yay!  My most favorite time of the year.  Crisp, cool air, visits to the pumpkin patch, spiced apple cider, trees full of red, orange and yellow leaves.  I love the way the season just makes me feel like I'm wrapped up in a big blanket of comfort.  And, if you know me, there isn't anything more comforting than a big, home cooked meal.  Ahh, yes.  I can't post about my favorite season without sharing a recipe that only comes out (in my kitchen) during this special time of year.  Pumpkin pie.  Talk about comfort....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a recipe that I cam across last year, and am sticking with for a long time.  I love it!  The streusel topping is optional, but it certainly adds to the pie, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pumpkin Pie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 (15 oz) can pumpkin puree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 tsp ground ginger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 tsp ground nutmeg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 egg whites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 (9 inch) deep dish unbaked pie shell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Streusel Topping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Tbsp all-purpose flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Tbsp butter, chilled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts (optional)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Combine the flour, brown sugar, and cinnamon.  Blend in the cold butter with a fork or pastry blender until the mixture is crumbly.  Mix in chopped nuts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Preheat oven to 425&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. In a large bowl, mix together pumpkin, sweetened milk, and egg yolks.  Stir in spices and salt.  In another bowl, whip egg whites until soft peaks form.  Gently fold into pumpkin mixture.  Pour filling into pie shell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  Bake for 15 minutes.  While the pie is baking, prepare the streusel topping.  Sprinkle topping over pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Reduce the heat to 350.  Bake an additional 40 minutes, or until set.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... one of the many things that sum of Fall comfort for me.  And of course, a dollop of whipped cream on top doesn't hurt either!  Enjoy the season, and enjoy the pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-5602898011436364465?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5602898011436364465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5602898011436364465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5602898011436364465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5602898011436364465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/09/pumpkin-pie-la-autumn.html' title='Pumpkin Pie a La Autumn'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7085527901511097299</id><published>2010-08-06T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:48:37.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweenhood Has Begun</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we added a tween to our family unit. Well, not really a new family member, just a family member with a new age. Yep, our oldest girl, Lyndsey turned 11. ELEVEN! How in the world does this keep happening? Our kids continue to grow older, and amazingly enough, their dad and I don't age at all. Hmmm. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shopping was a little different this year. I found myself putting things back on the shelf because they were too "little girlish." And yet, I couldn't bring myself to get her full-on teenager gifts. Lyndsey's not ready for that. I'm not ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say though, she is definitely maturing and definitely becoming more responsible. Actually, Lyndsey has been responsible since she was about 4. No kidding. By the time she was 7, she could have taken care of her little sisters just about as well as I could. She is extremely nurturing and responsible. I can't imagine Lynds not having children of her own someday. She's just so maternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years Miss Lyndsey. 11 years of hoping I'm parenting you well. 11 years of cleaning boo boos and applying band-aids. 11 years of watching you learn and being amazed at how smart you are. 11 years of painting nails, shopping for cute clothes, and eating at Subway :) And, let's be honest, 11 years of sending you to your room, praying that God would continue to mold your heart...and mine as well. Love. That's what it is. 11 years of loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad and I love you, Lyndsey Lou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502431538942795458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TFyQVN-XXsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HtuM3xqDXwk/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-7085527901511097299?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7085527901511097299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7085527901511097299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7085527901511097299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7085527901511097299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/08/tweenhood-has-begun.html' title='Tweenhood Has Begun'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TFyQVN-XXsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HtuM3xqDXwk/s72-c/IMG_0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6566934872647511866</id><published>2010-07-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:30:27.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis The Season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....for berry picking! Growing up in Ohio, I have memories of picking strawberries. Actually, I have memories of eating more strawberries than I picked...very sweet memories! But it wasn't until moving to Oregon that I realized what berry picking really could be. Oh the varieties! Strawberries, blueberries, marionberries, loganberries, blackberries, raspberries are all waiting to be picked at just the right time, for optimal sweetness. Yummy! And since it is&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; berry season right now, I thought I'd share one of my newest found recipes that calls for fresh, sweet berries. I'll be sharing the recipe using blueberries, but you can substitute any type of berry you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blueberry Cream Muffins&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;with Crumble Topping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients needed:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 eggs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 1/4 cup white sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 1/4 cup brown suga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 cups all purpose flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tsp cinnamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pinch of nutmeg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 cups sour cream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 cups fresh blueberries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crumble Topping:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cup flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Tbsp cold butter, cut up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tsp cinnamon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pinch above ingredients together with fingers until it forms a crumble)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Grease 24 muffin cups, or line with paper muffin liners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. In a large bowl, beat eggs, gradually adding sugar while beating. Continue beating, while slowly pouring in oil. Stir in vanilla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. In a separate bowl, combine flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, and baking soda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Stir dry ingredients into egg mixture alternately with sour cream. Gently fold in blueberries. Scoop batter into muffin cups, about 3/4 full.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Generously top each muffin with crumble mixture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Bake for 20 minutes in preheated oven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let cool on wire racks, and enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***This recipe was originally found online, but I made many changes to the ingredients/quantities. So just ask and I'd be happy to share the original recipe***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made blueberry and raspberry muffins, and they both turned out incredibly moist, and full of flavor. My husband took a dozen into work, and they were gone even before the lunch hour. I'm not tooting my own horn here...just clarifying that these sweet treats are quite yummy :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy muffin making!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497169410535069314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TEnedCEWFoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/r9RVEocgqIk/s320/raspberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497168925002907026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TEneAxUdPZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LBpDL4phfHY/s320/blueberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/9192830705694588730-6566934872647511866?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6566934872647511866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6566934872647511866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6566934872647511866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6566934872647511866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/07/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis The Season...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/TEnedCEWFoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/r9RVEocgqIk/s72-c/raspberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2211760605733837341</id><published>2010-05-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:38:24.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday ~ Part 1</title><content type='html'>Last week was absolutely gorgeous! On Friday it actually got into the 80's, complete with blazing sunshine and a vibrant blue sky. Be-uuuu-tiful! All 4 of my girls had the day off of school, so we decided it was a "special day." When the girls and I have a special day, it usually involves some fun activities, and a special lunch out. Our original plan was to have our first visit of the year to the zoo. Portland has such a great zoo...it rocks :) So, the girls and I got up, got ready, packed up some snacks, and headed to the zoo. Little did we know, that hundreds of other families had the exact same plan. We drove around the whole Washington Park area looking for a parking spot. After almost 45 minutes of searching, the girls and I decided we would wait for another sunny day to visit our animal friends. Major disappointment :( It didn't look like our day would be quite as special as we were hoping it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the girls decided that we should go to Costco and get samples (love those kids!) and then visit the new, nearby park. The new park has an awesome play area and a huge fountain area that the girls can run through. So after Costco and lunch at Mickey D's, we headed to the store for new flip flops and summer dresses, and then &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; made our way to the park. The girls didn't have on their swimsuits, but I figured "What the heck, they can get a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; wet just by sticking their hands and feet in the fountains. Just don't get too wet," I warned them. I've been a mom for 10 1/2 years, I should have known better! The result? Soaking wet kids with enormous smiles on their cute little faces :) It was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472667320245026850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/S_LR7q0YACI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2sksqbJEDFY/s400/girlsfountain.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was just a super fun day. We didn't really go anywhere too spectacular, the food really wasn't that great, and the girls' clothes did not stay dry. But there were lots of laughs had by all, and definite memories were carefully tucked away inside this mommy's heart. It was quite a special day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2211760605733837341?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2211760605733837341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2211760605733837341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2211760605733837341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2211760605733837341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/05/friday-part-1.html' title='Friday ~ Part 1'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/S_LR7q0YACI/AAAAAAAAAhY/2sksqbJEDFY/s72-c/girlsfountain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-1810539478688736883</id><published>2010-04-13T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:39:14.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Chloe</title><content type='html'>Someone is coming to our house this Saturday...!!!! But it's a surprise for our girls, so DON'T TELL!!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459754564900250978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/S8Tx2YmyZWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wOw9oQYJdeE/s320/Chloe+O%27Brien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-1810539478688736883?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1810539478688736883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=1810539478688736883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1810539478688736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1810539478688736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/04/meet-chloe.html' title='Meet Chloe'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/S8Tx2YmyZWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wOw9oQYJdeE/s72-c/Chloe+O%27Brien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8502602226517782732</id><published>2010-03-10T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:18:31.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect People</title><content type='html'>Never let 'em see you when you're breaking&lt;br /&gt;Never let 'em see you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;That's how we live and that's how we try&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world you've got it all together&lt;br /&gt;Never let them see what's underneath&lt;br /&gt;Cover it up with a crooked smile&lt;br /&gt;But it only lasts for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as perfect people&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a perfect life&lt;br /&gt;So come as you are, broken and scarred&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heart and be amazed&lt;br /&gt;And be changed by a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's like a weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the words that you are loved&lt;br /&gt;He knows where you are and where you've been&lt;br /&gt;And you never have to go there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who lived and died to give new life&lt;br /&gt;To heal our imperfections&lt;br /&gt;So look up and see love. Let grace be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be changed by a perfect God&lt;br /&gt;Be changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics to one of my current favorite songs, "Perfect People" by Natalie Grant. It's somewhere in the music player at the bottom of my page, if you want to hear it. Just click on the song title, and it will play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my favorite lines in that song is "Come as you are, broken and scarred. Lift up your heart and be amazed, be changed, by a perfect God." I love that! In myself, I am nothing. In Christ, I find forgiveness, perfect love, constant acceptance, unending grace, and a safe place to say "I'm a mess, Lord!" Who wouldn't want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that's not the end. The last part of that lyric says to lift up my heart, be amazed at who He is...and to be CHANGED. Be transformed by God. It is not enough to just recognize that there's a God somewhere out there just doin' His thing, and I'm just doin' my thing. No. He wants a relationship with me. And it is only through that relationship that God, in His mercy, can transform my heart and my mind. I am so far from perfect. So far! But this One that I keep getting to know more and more is perfect. And I can trust Him to change me from the inside out, as I lift my heart up to Him. As I surrender &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; will to the Lord...&lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; perfect will. The result? Complete joy for me, and He gets all the glory!   Let grace be enough.... 'cause we're not perfect people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8502602226517782732?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8502602226517782732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8502602226517782732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8502602226517782732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8502602226517782732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2010/03/perfect-people.html' title='Perfect People'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-613841239922806249</id><published>2009-11-19T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:47:26.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kick in the Pants...It's a Good Thing</title><content type='html'>Weariness. Frustration. Anger. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Brokenness&lt;/span&gt;. Guilt. Sadness. Frustration (did I mention that already?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the emotions that I've been struggling with lately. No, this is not going to be a funny little "pick me up" post that will leave you with a smile on your face. But, it is raw honesty. Honest talk about how even a pastor's wife can struggle....and many times give into the struggle. Gasp! Yes, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last several weeks, I've been encouraging my small group of high school girls to "be real." I've encouraged them to avoid the typical response of "I'm doing good. I'm fine.", that we are all so guilty of (when we're not doing well at all). I want the girls in my small group to have the freedom and security of telling me where they struggle and how they're hurting. I assure them that they will be loved where they're at, as well as encouraged to take the next step forward, with Jesus' help. I guess it's time for me to listen to some of my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I came upon a new website designed specifically for Moms &lt;a href="http://www.heartsathome.org/"&gt;http://www.heartsathome.org/&lt;/a&gt;. There are several resources there that encourage Moms to stay focused on the Lord through the trials and craziness of motherhood. I spent a good hour pouring over all the blog posts and articles, encouraging me as a mother, a wife, and a child of God. It was so refreshing. So today, I visited that site again, not knowing if there would be anything new to check out. There was. The first thing I clicked on had me in tears before I even finished the third paragraph. Do you ever have those moments when it seems God has literally taken you by the hand and lead you face to face with something He specifically wants you to see? This was so one of those moments for me. Instead of trying to explain what it said, I'll just encourage you to head over there and read it for yourself. I can't copy and paste the article itself, but check out the above website and search for the post entitled "Thankful for Family Trials" written by Jim and Lynne Jackson (no relation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read it? The line that stuck out so boldly to me was "What's concealed gains power, what's revealed can be healed." Oh yes. I have felt the ever loving, swift kick in the pants! I so often beg God to take away the obstacles in my life; to take away the pain. It is especially in my pain and my struggles that He is showing me AGAIN my great need for Him. It is a mirror that I don't really want to look into. When I fail in my relationships, I often see only my faults. It's then that the guilt, shame, and anger start to flood in. Instead, I need to see how I need to be conformed more into His image. It's amazing how that perspective changes things. Instead of being stuck in those awful feelings, I run back into His arms, knowing He loves me completely, and wants me to take the next step in trusting His instruction. Never easy, but so much easier when I know God loves me right here, right now, in all my ugliness (struggles). He accepts me in my "real" moments, and encourages me to take the next step, with my eyes fully focused on Him. It is only in my admission that I need His hand constantly shaping my heart, that there is healing for me. If I just simply move on from my mistakes, without reflection, all that "junk" will just stay inside....and simmer....and is certain to show its ugly head again in the future. Such a good reminder for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only because of God's incredible love and grace, that we get those "kicks in the pants." So, be encouraged! "What's concealed gains power, what's revealed can be healed." He's faithful friends and family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-613841239922806249?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/613841239922806249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=613841239922806249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/613841239922806249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/613841239922806249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/11/kick-in-pantsits-good-thing.html' title='A Kick in the Pants...It&apos;s a Good Thing'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2410287244076926989</id><published>2009-10-28T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:57:36.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Black Bananas</title><content type='html'>I have enjoyed baking for several years now. But only within the last few years, have I become aware of my love of baking with bananas. You know that yellow thing that is said to be a favorite of monkeys??? Well, that's the fruit, but I like 'em nice and brown...black, actually. I don't eat them right out of the peel when they're black, but I do love to add them to whatever batter I'm stirring up. For those of you who don't know, the darker the banana peel, the more banana flavor you'll have in your baked goods. *Side note* If you put a banana in the freezer (peel on) you will achieve the blackest, yet mold-free, yummiest, banana flavor ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today I wanted to post two of my favorite things to make, using my beloved blackened bananas :) First off, my own creation,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Banana Muffins with Chocolate Peanut Butter Chips. I have just recently concocted this recipe, and actually just made them for the first time today. So beware, they are not FDA approved :) The recipe is as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banana Muffins with Chocolate Peanut Butter Chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup sugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vegetable oil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/4 cup applesauce (I used apple sauce flavored with cinnamon)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 to 2 cups mashed ripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup semisweet chocolate peanut butter chips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a large bowl, combine the flour, sugars, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In another bowl, combine the egg, oil, applesauce, milk and vanilla. Stir into dry ingredients just until moistened. Fold in bananas and chocolate peanut butter chips. Fill greased or paper-lined muffin cups three quarters full. Bake at 350 degrees F for 22-25 minutes or until they spring back to the touch. Cool for 5 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! I will warn you that they are very rich, but have a decadent, comforting depth to them. They go great with a cup of coffee or a cold glass of milk. You will definitely need something to wash them down with. Absolute yumminess :) Hope you like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my other favorite things to bake, using black bananas is a good, moist loaf of banana bread. Deee-lish! I have made several different versions of banana bread, but this one is always my go-to recipe. I can't take any credit for this one. It's found on allrecipes.com. Follow the directions, as listed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Banana Bread V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cup white sugar (I use 1/2 cup white and 1/2 cup brown)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 egg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 tablespoons milk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 cup mashed bananas (I use at least 2 cups)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1/2 cup chopped walnuts (optional)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note* I also add approximately 2 tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp ground cloves, and 1 tsp nutmeg into the flour mixture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt (and spices, if using).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. In a large bowl, cream sugar and butter. Beat the egg slightly, and mix into the creamed mixture with the bananas. Mix in sifted ingredients, just until combined. Stir in milk and nuts. Spread batter into one greased and floured 9x5 inch loaf pan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Bake at 350 degrees until top is brown and cracks along the top. (about 1 hour)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it! Moist, flavorful banana bread that, in my opinion, is the perfect consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love baking, especially in the Fall season. For me, it's a way to show love to my family. I know that the time and effort I put into my baking is appreciated when I hear the "mmm's" around the table. Baking goodies is just one small way I can show my appreciation and gratitude for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2410287244076926989?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2410287244076926989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2410287244076926989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2410287244076926989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2410287244076926989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovin-black-bananas.html' title='Lovin&apos; Black Bananas'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4716613907054235384</id><published>2009-10-10T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:37:26.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Festivities!</title><content type='html'>This was a fun weekend for the Jackson clan.  I wasn't sure we would even have much of a weekend at all, because I have been sick and I thought one of the girls was on the verge of getting the flu, as well.  Fortunately, everyone is relatively healthy as of right now.  Sooo, because of that, we made good use of this gorgeous, sunny weekend.  It looks like we've got lots of rain headed our way within the next week, so I'm soaking in as much vitamin D as I can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few pictures of our weekend together.  We visited a new pumpkin patch (much closer to our house than last year's pumpkin patch) and it was a huge success!  Hay mazes, animals, pumpkins galore, big slides, duck races, pumpkin bowling, a corn maze, and a hay ride that took us to a hilltop with an amazing view.  We also saw a pumpkin get launched out of a cannon.  Incredible!  Lots of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we made our way out to the Hoyt Arboretum and enjoyed an hour long walk along the beautiful wooded trails.  We really enjoyed the lookout point where we could see Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Ranier, the base of Mt. Adams, and Mt. Hood.  A-MAZ-ING!!!  Well, we didn't really officially see Mt. Hood, because the trees were in the way, but we see Mt. Hood all the time, so that wasn't quite as big of a deal ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few pictures below of Gracie and Emily together.  I took them before they headed off to school.  It was picture day and I thought I'd have them practice their "picture taking skills" before they left :)  Sometimes those two just melt my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make a pumpkin pie from scratch this week, since, as I said in the previous post, that is one of my favorite fall traditions!  I'll have to let you know if it turns out...    Also, next weekend we'll be carving the Jackson family pumpkin and roasting up some delicious seeds.  Pictures will follow, I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Autumn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-e0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-e0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513853210848&amp;site=widget-e0.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513853210848&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p1/3458764513853210848/ms_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513853210848&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p2/3458764513853210848/ms_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513853210848&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e0.slide.com/p4/3458764513853210848/ms_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-4716613907054235384?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4716613907054235384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4716613907054235384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4716613907054235384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4716613907054235384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-festivities.html' title='Fall Festivities!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6671172378173440278</id><published>2009-10-06T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:08:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Wishes</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time, a very long time, since I have been an active member in the blogging community. I have decided it's about time for me to re-engage. My time of absence is over! There is no possible way to sum up what's been happening since July (I can't believe it's been that long!), so I will pick up where we are in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Fall season.  I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Autumn.  &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; it.  It has always been my favorite time of year.  I assume it has something to do with Thanksgiving and the fact that I love to cook and love to eat what has been cooked.  Pure and simple...I like food.  Okay, that's another post :)  As I think about this very special season, there are things that I look forward to experiencing within the next 2 months; the sights, smells, and tastes that are unique to this time of year.  This is my wish list and things I look forward to during this Fall season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making delicious fall treats (pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins, hot spiced cider, chili)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cool, crisp air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smell of burning leaves (my second most favorite smell EVER)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting the pumpkin farm with my family (and sampling the hot cider and donuts!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the girls pick out their pumpkins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a walk with the family through the woods and seeing the vibrant, awesome colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrating Hannah's 8th birthday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The annual Harvest Party at our church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing a cozy sweater and jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The anticipation of Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuddling in front of the fireplace on a cool night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm hoping this Autumn doesn't pass as quickly as they usually do.  It seems like I blink and it's over.  I want to take in every last drop before it's gone!  Ultimately this time of year is a reminder that once again points to my Creator.  Every time I see Mt. Hood (which is covered in snow again!) I see God's awesomeness.  Every time I see the bright orange and red leaves, I am reminded of God's creativity.  My heart rejoices in thanksgiving as I spend time with my family, whether picking out the family pumpkin, or walking through the woods together, the leaves crunching under our feet.  And as gorgeous as I think my surroundings are now, I cannot even fully imagine what it will be like in heaven someday; beautiful and perfect in every way.  Absolute paradise...beyond my imagination!  But I certainly see glimpses of His handiwork now, and for that I am thankful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of Fall favorites, I have Chicken 'n Dumplings in the slow cooker right now, and the clock is telling me that it's ready!  I hope to be back soon, hopefully with pictures of our trip to the pumpkin farm.  Enjoy this gorgeous season and all it has to offer!&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/9192830705694588730-6671172378173440278?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6671172378173440278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6671172378173440278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6671172378173440278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6671172378173440278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn-wishes.html' title='Autumn Wishes'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4663399401846934743</id><published>2009-07-07T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:26:57.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Bring You Up To Speed Here...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's July 7th..... JULY!!! How in the world did that happen? I cannot believe how quickly the summer is flying by. Things always seem to be somewhat crazy in the Jackson household (controlled chaos), but I'm tellin' ya, it's been &lt;em&gt;busy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have we been up to? Let's see... graduation parties, weddings, play dates, birthday parties, meetings, trips to the park, happy hour at Sonic (Yay!), hiking, picnicking, vacation Bible school, and generally trying to keep the kids from saying "Mom, there's nothing to do. I'm bored!" So, that's pretty much it in a nutshell. I've decided to stick all these summer memories in a slide show, and share that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be camping on the coast in a couple weeks and hopefully I'll have some good stories (and pics) to share from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...ya know what? This is totally random and way off topic, but if I don't blog about it now, I never will. A couple weeks ago Lyndsey (age 9) and Gracie (age 5) were playing around and pretending to jab each other, as would a boxer. They were being gentle with each other, of course, and Gracie threw a jab and hit Lynds on the left side of her chest, right around her heart. It didn't really hurt, and Lyndsey didn't complain, but Gracie exclaimed "Oh, I'm sorry, I woke him up!" Lyndsey said "What? Woke who up?" Grace responded "Jesus. He's in your heart and I think I woke him up!" Crack me up!!! These are the things I want to remember, and share with them when they're older, but sure I'll forget. It was so sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, story number 2, which is just as off topic as the last story. The other day Adam was getting ready in the bathroom and Emily walked up to him and gave him a good jab in the gut. (Our girls really aren't that violent, but it sure sounds that way!) She didn't say anything, but just kept staring at Adam. Adam then said to her, "What was that?" Emily's response: "A piece of me!" Crack me up again! Emily and Grace often go around saying "You want a piece of me? I'll give you a piece of me!" Oh man, they make me laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that I have shared all of that, I am ready to share our pictures which pretty much summed up our month of June and the beginning of July. Enjoy your summer, friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3314649325767897011&amp;site=widget-b3.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325767897011&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p1/3314649325767897011/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325767897011&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p2/3314649325767897011/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3314649325767897011&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p4/3314649325767897011/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-4663399401846934743?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4663399401846934743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4663399401846934743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4663399401846934743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4663399401846934743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-me-bring-you-up-to-speed-here.html' title='Let Me Bring You Up To Speed Here...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4964714277508515977</id><published>2009-05-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:06:26.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Good</title><content type='html'>The last week or so has been a reminder of how much I have to be thankful for. Not everything has been perfect; it's not as if life is just cruising along without any problems or cares. There are things that keep me prayerfully seeking the Lord's direction. Life is still a matter of daily surrendering to His desires, which are slowly becoming my desires. It's still a struggle. But, lately I have had an overflow of God's goodness. There's never a time where His goodness is less or more, but maybe I am just more aware of it lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll use pictures to illustrate the things that have made my heart sing within the past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337573602558404178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLe6W7-5lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n8rZTM8jlAI/s320/IMG_7411.JPG" /&gt;Having fun with my amazing family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337573131509538946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLee8JLoII/AAAAAAAAAfI/Jo9xuYQHqsM/s320/IMG_7412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having fun with amazing friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337574197093368386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLfc9wKgkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Gwix0BKnvCk/s320/IMG_7441.JPG" /&gt;Green toe socks make me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337574697987072402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLf6Huh4ZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/qt1kdwpT6Qc/s320/IMG_7445.JPG" /&gt;Making new friends and enjoying lots of laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576747969987234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLhxcgiwqI/AAAAAAAAAgI/fd0soC3rZuA/s320/IMG_7462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping and getting fantastic bargains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337575047532909138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLgOd4wElI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vVLShaLLlB0/s320/IMG_7456.JPG" /&gt;Enjoying a beautiful sunset over the Pacific Ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337575850169310018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLg9L8Lm0I/AAAAAAAAAf4/VGL_V79oofg/s320/IMG_7460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing I was missed while away from home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337575465098513938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLgmxcJjhI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Sp3h6Jsm0F4/s320/IMG_7459.JPG" /&gt;Savoring coffee from the coffee shop down the street. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337576201699139522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLhRpfbH8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/PXPe6ncIRH4/s320/IMG_7461.JPG" /&gt;Learning and being challenged by reading an incredible book. I highly recommend it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337577128860684370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLiHnb9kFI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NN8zsMWNWZY/s320/IMG_7463.JPG" /&gt;Planting PINK azalea bushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My life is full of God's unending grace, love, and joy! I am so thankful for the times when I am "extra" aware of His greatness. Whether I am crawling through the dessert, or basking in the sun and blue skies, my God is good all the time. All the time my God is good. It's all good, my friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4964714277508515977?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4964714277508515977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4964714277508515977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4964714277508515977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4964714277508515977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-good.html' title='It&apos;s All Good'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ShLe6W7-5lI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/n8rZTM8jlAI/s72-c/IMG_7411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6440695375535863554</id><published>2009-05-13T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:39:33.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does A Mama's Heart Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother's Day has come and gone again for 2009. Every year it's a day of remembrance for me. I take time throughout my day to remember becoming a mom to my 4 precious girls. I remember the day each one was born and then recall how each girl has grown so much since then. I ponder on how they've filled my life so completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was very little (maybe 4 or 5) I knew then that I wanted to be a wife and mom. It's ALL I really wanted for my future. I recall my high school banquet at my church the year I graduated. We were to tell everyone what our plans were for college/work and what our life goals were. Even then, my only desire was to be a wife and mom. I'm sure it sounded silly, but it truly was one of my biggest dreams. I remember after announcing that as my "goal," someone saying to me "Ok, but besides that, what do you want to &lt;em&gt;do??&lt;/em&gt;" Well, I only knew who I wanted to be. I wanted to be my husband's best friend and helper. I wanted to be the mom who spent time talking with her kids and teaching them things. I wanted to be the one to nurse them through sickness (Boy, have I been able to do that this year!!!), comfort them when they had a bad dream, and assuming I had a girl (try 4 girls!) I wanted to paint toenails, go shopping for earrings, and sing and dance together. I wanted to teach them about Jesus and His immense love for them. IT'S ALL I EVER WANTED!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say, God blessed me beyond measure and gave me a husband who keeps loving my-imperfect-self, and 4 beautiful daughters who melt my heart on many occasions. Speaking of melting my heart, I had something from our second daughter, Hannah, that I wanted to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The week before Mother's Day was my birthday. I was spoiled rotten by my family and loved every minute of it :) When I was ready for church, I came downstairs to find cards and gifts awaiting me. Sweet! Hannah's card was especially touching. You might not be able to make out the pictures very well, but I'll write what she had written, spelling as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335350863650752242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sgr5V7P6BvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uUFSKmYondo/s400/IMG_7440.JPG" /&gt;This is the front page...I think it's legible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335352267285555090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sgr6noMhZ5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/BQZbigMo0VM/s400/IMG_7435.JPG" /&gt;Why do I like Mommy? Because she is sweet. She is nice. She cooks delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335353817403670754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sgr8B21ewOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/GASqEeNv-PI/s400/IMG_7436.JPG" /&gt;She buys me toys. She cares for me and the hole family. She helps me when I am sikc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335355982277833186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sgr9_3ns8eI/AAAAAAAAAew/k60HMfizpT4/s400/IMG_7437.JPG" /&gt;She helps me with my homework. She buys food for the family. She gave me a room. She loves me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335360708297335890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SgsCS9ajpFI/AAAAAAAAAe4/nJpKh9NGkJU/s400/IMG_7438.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She goes out to the store with me. She does lots and lots of work. She is a Qreen. And that is why I like mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335361509902592434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SgsDBnoJKbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/TR7c-QB6tGo/s400/IMG_7439.JPG" /&gt;In this book Hannah is telling about why she likes mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that right there makes me so incredibly thankful to be Hannah's mom! And Lyndsey' mom. And Gracie's mom. And Emily's mom. I have been blessed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6440695375535863554?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6440695375535863554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6440695375535863554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6440695375535863554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6440695375535863554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-mamas-heart-good.html' title='Does A Mama&apos;s Heart Good!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sgr5V7P6BvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/uUFSKmYondo/s72-c/IMG_7440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6719840090205408021</id><published>2009-05-01T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:27:10.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet!</title><content type='html'>As I said in my last post, my parents came for a visit this past weekend. It was for a short time, but I enjoyed every minute of it. Almost all of the pictures we took are on my parents' camera, but there was one shot in particular that we took on our camera. I had to share it with you because I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330890941173661026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SfshERUA_WI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MtjNQHpFZ5I/s400/IMG_7360.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will be posting more pics later, but just had to share this one of Lyndsey and her Grandpa :) It's just so sweet!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note~ Mom and Dad, I wish you could see Portland now....the sun is actually shining and you can see lots of blue sky :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6719840090205408021?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6719840090205408021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6719840090205408021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6719840090205408021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6719840090205408021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/05/tidbit.html' title='So Sweet!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SfshERUA_WI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MtjNQHpFZ5I/s72-c/IMG_7360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4979887786900228333</id><published>2009-04-02T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:31:43.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SdU8BXoX8LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yPLbiF8lNfs/s1600-h/IMG_7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320224529029001394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SdU8BXoX8LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yPLbiF8lNfs/s320/IMG_7329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found out last month that my parents are coming from Ohio to visit us. Very exciting, of course, but for our 4 girls it seemed so far off in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend the girls were being "crafty" and started making a paper chain. As they were busy at work, Gracie asked me (for probably the 100th time) how long until Grandma and Grandpa got here. I responded (for probably the 100th time) "27 more days." And then I decided that the paper chain they were making could serve a purpose. I proposed that we put a "link" in the chain equal to the days left until Grandma and Grandpa's arrival. They were happy to finish their masterpiece and hang it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now when someone says "How much longer 'til Grandpa and Grandma come?" I only need point them to the countdown chain and they can tally it up themselves. I figure I'm strengthening their math skills, right? *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They actually had a lot of fun doing it as a team and they take turns for the daily removal of one of the links. We're looking forward to the upcoming visit, and although it will be short, I'm sure it will be sweet too!  Speaking of sweet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320223450103574722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SdU7CkUgcMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Y6Sq_raTvT0/s400/IMG_7331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I decided to hop in too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320223765655284898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SdU7U715bKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/uIHjTdxzmMI/s400/IMG_7336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4979887786900228333?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4979887786900228333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4979887786900228333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4979887786900228333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4979887786900228333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SdU8BXoX8LI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yPLbiF8lNfs/s72-c/IMG_7329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6880815061197419000</id><published>2009-03-20T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:07:28.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photos</title><content type='html'>It's been a very &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time since we've had professional pictures taken of our family . I believe Hannah was only 2 and the twins were just starting to "bake in the oven." So, I guess we're looking at a good 5 years. Yikes. Way overdue. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last month we finally got the chance to have them taken. We wanted to get them done sooner, but we had to wait for Emily's black eye to go away. That's another story, though. Anywho, I had all 4 girls in their outfits, hair done, and practiced smiles in place. We were ready. The photo studio is close to the church my husband works at, so he just met us there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a long, drawn out story somewhat shorter, we finally got them all taken. Grace and Emily were all smiles the whole time and Hannah Boo was such a ham....sometimes smiling a little too much :) Lyndsey, our oldest, shed some tears before our family shots were taken, so we didn't have too many to choose from where she was smiling and didn't have red, swollen eyes. Oh well. Eventually she warmed up and we got some awesome shots of the 4 girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd share a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315454107465087298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRJWSdY-UI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/H_AIZqFHgOg/s400/9393249010182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315455954601622402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRLBzlDu4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/HzdFwZnIYXA/s400/9393249010356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315454485006427794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRJsQ6QppI/AAAAAAAAAcY/bFTEnIsRRqQ/s400/9393249010125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315455384631136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRKgoRgUgI/AAAAAAAAAco/4SMywNoa2kA/s400/9393249010323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315456498940937474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRLhfZqhQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/R0gDztxyPjY/s400/9393249010158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315455640063313634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRKvf1SBuI/AAAAAAAAAcw/CgFjbsLLtso/s400/9393249010026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6880815061197419000?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6880815061197419000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6880815061197419000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6880815061197419000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6880815061197419000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-photos.html' title='Family Photos'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/ScRJWSdY-UI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/H_AIZqFHgOg/s72-c/9393249010182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4513594278993198217</id><published>2009-03-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:49:37.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylin'</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post this last week. Guess I forgot. Better late than never. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime last week, I told the twins to go upstairs and get dressed after breakfast. They usually ask what they should wear, but this day they didn't, and I didn't offer any suggestions.  I thought they could handle this decision on their own.  Gracie did pretty well picking out her attire for the day. The colors probably weren't the combination mommy would've picked, but some battles just aren't worth fighting, ya know? ;) I waited for Emily to come downstairs so I could see her outfit of choice. Emily has a style all her own.  Exhibits A and B....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sbxq0tJfw7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aV0wzpxLuQ8/s1600-h/IMG_7302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239114095510450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sbxq0tJfw7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aV0wzpxLuQ8/s320/IMG_7302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbxrEMH-B4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/TywwK42uLNY/s1600-h/IMG_7303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313239380108642178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbxrEMH-B4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/TywwK42uLNY/s320/IMG_7303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I love that girl of mine!  She's got spunk!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbxqSEOtvqI/AAAAAAAAAb4/lXXGPRZmjXk/s1600-h/IMG_7302.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-4513594278993198217?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4513594278993198217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4513594278993198217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4513594278993198217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4513594278993198217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/03/stylin.html' title='Stylin&apos;'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Sbxq0tJfw7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aV0wzpxLuQ8/s72-c/IMG_7302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7858108563003170748</id><published>2009-03-11T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:18:51.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Coffee Cake</title><content type='html'>I found this recipe for coffee cake a few years ago, and it's become a staple in our house. It's not really made "from scratch," but does taste like it. I always have the ingredients on hand, so it's super easy to throw together. Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (18.25 oz) package yellow cake mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (3.4 oz) package instant vanilla pudding mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (3.4oz) package instant butterscotch pudding mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup vegetable oil (I always use 1/2 cup oil and 1/2 cup applesauce to cut down on the oil)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup packed brown sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Tablespoon ground cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup chopped walnuts (pecans are yummy too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease either a 9x13 inch baking pan, or a 10 inch bunt pan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a bowl stir together the cake mix and pudding mixes. Add the eggs, oil (or half oil and half applesauce) and water, and mix until blended. In another bowl, stir together the brown sugar, cinnamon and nuts. Pour half the batter into pan and spread evenly. Sprinkle with half the nut mixture. Cover with the rest of the batter, and sprinkle with the rest of the nut mixture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bake for 20 minutes, then turn the oven down to 325 degrees and bake for an additional 35 to 40 minutes. Let sit for about 10 minutes after baking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311964548381736226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbfjnN3C_SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xRX2PLBSQR0/s400/IMG_7299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-7858108563003170748?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7858108563003170748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7858108563003170748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7858108563003170748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7858108563003170748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinnamon-coffee-cake.html' title='Cinnamon Coffee Cake'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbfjnN3C_SI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xRX2PLBSQR0/s72-c/IMG_7299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2192068724832023875</id><published>2009-03-06T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:50:28.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Should Be Forgetful Fran</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's been one of those days. And as you can see by the time this was posted, it's not even close to being lunch time yet. I can only hope this day goes uphill from here. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten (or nearly forgotten) all of these things today. Hang in there, it's a long list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to set my alarm last night. My hubby gets up early for elder meetings on Friday, so he wasn't around to wake me up either. Needless to say, I woke up about 15 minutes late and therefor set the stage for the rest of my blunder-filled morning. Read on if you dare...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to put coffee beans in the coffee maker before turning it on. I noticed the grinder sounded weird when running, but didn't really notice it until my brewed coffee looked strangely like water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot today was hat day for Lyndsey and Hannah at school. Fortunately my girls reminded me before we left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to grab Hannah's weather box (a project she's been working on for school that's due today) before heading out the door this morning. (I did remember it before we left our subdivision though)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to make Lyndsey a ham, cheese and mustard sandwich instead of the peanut butter and jelly that was already packed in her lunch bag. After some tears (Lyndsey's, not mine) I made a second sandwich. Good news? I now have a PB&amp;amp;J sandwich made for one of the twins' lunches :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to grab my purse before driving the girls to school. Yes, I drove about 5 miles without my license. So sue me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to put on some "essential clothing" before taking the girls to school. I was scared to death I'd get in an accident and be taken to the hospital without this "essential" item. Way too personal? Sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to grab Hannah's spelling words before we left for school. It's a Friday morning ritual to do a quick review of her words during our commute, before her big spelling test. I forgot the list of words, and Hannah could only remember 3 of them. I am prepared to take full responsibility if she does poorly on her spelling test today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot to go out early and scrape the frost off the van windows. Almost every morning I scrape the windows and have the van toasty warm for the 5 minute drive to the school. Taking the time to clear the windows only made us later than we already were! Aaarrgghh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly (I think), I &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; forgot the twins. Yes, it's true. I had Lyndsey, Hannah, lunch bags, backpacks, the weather box, my coffee (the real kind) and myself in the van. The twins had been upstairs playing dress up while I was flying around like a crazy person. I did remember to put them in the van before leaving the driveway. At least I wasn't halfway to school when I remembered. Oy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that's my day so far. Do you think I'm totally losing it? Oh, it's very possible, I assure you! I really need to get the twins dressed in something other than dress-up, take a shower, and head to the library and the store for some stuff I've been meaning to pick up all week. Oh, and I need to get the mail too. I've forgotten to check my box for the last two days now. Yikes! I really hope this is a phase... I'm too young for senility, aren't I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a happy Friday, all! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is now about 12:45 in the afternoon and I can truly say, this day hasn't changed course much. I'm at the point where I need to laugh about the events of my day, or otherwise risk losing my mind. A few minutes ago I said to Emily "Em, Mommy has lost her marbles! What should I do about that?" Emmy's reply: "Find them." I think this pic sums up how I've felt since waking up this morning. It's good to laugh :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310179720149850770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbGMUikD2pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Bpd_YoQ-c18/s400/IMG_7267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2192068724832023875?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2192068724832023875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2192068724832023875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2192068724832023875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2192068724832023875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-name-should-be-forgetful-fran.html' title='My Name Should Be Forgetful Fran'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SbGMUikD2pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Bpd_YoQ-c18/s72-c/IMG_7267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7782937739092719464</id><published>2009-02-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:00:50.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5....times 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYSlGnFkgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/o7F_YUveJk0/s1600-h/IMG_7193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306949639541723650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYSlGnFkgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/o7F_YUveJk0/s320/IMG_7193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was a big day for the Jackson family. The two youngest members of our clan turned 5 years old! Yikes! The time has passed so quickly since their birth. It really does seem like only yesterday.... sigh.&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;I was two days away from scheduling my appointment to induce labor, but the twins were ready &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt; I remember having such mixed emotions when I started having contractions. Part of me was absolutely ecstatic! I had a very healthy pregnancy with the twins, but, oh my goodness, was it ever uncomfortable! And when I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;, not just my tummy. I had two babies stuffed in a rather small compartment. Although skinny didn't describe me at all, I was (still am) on the short side. There was no extra room. I cannot express just how "blow fish-like" I felt. So, because of that, and the fact that I was so anxious to meet my little ones face to face, I was thinking delivery would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, it was 2 weeks too early for these little ones to be born. I was only 34 weeks along, and I wasn't considered full term (for twins) until I was 36 weeks. I knew it was critical for them to have as much time in the womb as possible. After a couple hours of contractions my husband took me to the hospital, only to be assured that I was definitely in labor, already dilating, and these little ones were on their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a long story short, it was a blessing that my daughters came as early as they did. Little did my doctor know that inside the womb, the babies were having a twin to twin blood transfusion. Little Emily was taking all of Gracie's blood. Needless to say, Grace was born very anemic, and Emmy was born with too much blood. They were both very sick at birth. If they had gone another two weeks in the womb, like they were supposed to, Gracie most likely would not have survived, and the doctor thought Emily might not have made it either. Praise God that He saw fit to bring them early. Well, not really early, more like right on time. I cannot even fathom not having these two little girls as part of our family. They're miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the two weeks after their birth, visiting them in the NICU. They were so tiny and had so many wires hooked up to them. It broke my heart to see them so small and helpless, and yet I distinctly remember having such joy and peace through that time. It was a while until I could even hold them for more than a couple minutes at a time. I cherished the times I would rock them (wires, tubes, and all) and eventually feed them in the NICU. Reaching into their incubators and just touching them was never enough. I longed to cuddle them and smell their baby smell. I ached for them when I wasn't with them. But eventually they were big enough and strong enough to come home. Then, once they were home, it was a whole new lesson in how to "do" multiple newborns. That's a whole other story :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace Katherine and Emily Kate, I love you so much! You are a constant reminder of God's grace and faithfulness. Happy 5th birthday my little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some pictures taken during their birthday celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYMhnCBwbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WTAtYh7Avus/s1600-h/IMG_7177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306942982455411122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYMhnCBwbI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WTAtYh7Avus/s320/IMG_7177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYNJzsAi3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/f5n37E0vvtQ/s1600-h/IMG_7178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306943673047485298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYNJzsAi3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/f5n37E0vvtQ/s320/IMG_7178.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;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYNfMgr4iI/AAAAAAAAAYI/z6KW8prdF1o/s1600-h/IMG_7182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306944040488133154" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYRbFEyXtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/O982cwznfuA/s320/IMG_7206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306948902872609074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYR6OTe8TI/AAAAAAAAAY4/DzUNuOLUG2g/s320/IMG_7207.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-7782937739092719464?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7782937739092719464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7782937739092719464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7782937739092719464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7782937739092719464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/02/5times-2.html' title='5....times 2!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SaYSlGnFkgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/o7F_YUveJk0/s72-c/IMG_7193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8931658995579984323</id><published>2009-02-24T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:52:30.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What I Said</title><content type='html'>Last Friday morning the twins and I dropped Lyndsey and Hannah off at school. We often drive through a particular neighborhood on our way home. While we were driving through this neighborhood, Gracie exclaimed suddenly "Mom, I just saw rocka momma!" My mind quickly went through all the possibilities of what "rocka momma" meant in 4 year old terms. I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly, and asked her to please repeat herself. "I saw rocka momma in the window...in that house!" Grace was starting to get frustrated that I didn't understand what she was so &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it hit me. Several homes along the street had pictures of Barack Obama sitting in their windows. Then I also remembered that Grace and Emily's preschool class had been learning about past presidents and also the new president we now have. "Oh," I said. "You mean you saw a picture of Barack Obama?" Gracie's reply: "Yea. That's what I said, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just brought a little giggle to my day, and maybe it will for you too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8931658995579984323?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8931658995579984323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8931658995579984323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8931658995579984323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8931658995579984323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/02/rocka-momma.html' title='That&apos;s What I Said'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-644336085780975910</id><published>2009-01-28T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:33:35.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Lips of Babes...</title><content type='html'>Monday evening I was zipping around the house trying to clean up a bit since we had a sitter coming to watch our girls.  My friend and her daughter were due in about 30 minutes and I hadn't even showered yet.  I was stressed!  Never mind the fact that my husband and I were finally getting some time to ourselves without the kids.  Never mind that I was going to be treated to a nice dinner out, where I didn't have to prepare any of the food.  Nope, I was only concerned about the fact that things weren't going the way I wanted them to.  Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all 4 girls were seated at the table, I asked our 7 year old daughter to please pray for their dinner.  Holding hands and heads bowed, Hannah happily agreed to my request.  As I was washing some dishes and grumbling about how I didn't have enough time to get ready, I overheard this simple and sweet prayer.  "Dear Lord, thank you for this food and for this water.  Thank you for giving me a family that loves me.  And thank you for my sisters.  And even though you didn't give us any boys, thank you just in case you decide to give us one.  Amen."  I think I first stifled a laugh, just because I was so tickled :)  But then I thought to myself that here is a 7 year old who realizes that God is not limited.  No, He has not chosen to give us a little boy, but that doesn't mean He won't.  Personally, I hope we don't have a son until I can refer to him as my daughter's husband....just because I'd like to be done having children.  However, I realize that God could certainly  choose to bless us with another little one.  Believe me, that would certainly be a miracle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I thought her prayer was cute, she reminded me that God is the only one that truly knows what the future holds.  It's very easy to respond "No honey, God isn't giving us anymore children.  We're done with that part of life.  Yep, DONE!"  But, as with everything else, He is ultimately in control, and I have to trust that His plan is the best plan.  And I need to honor God while I walk that path He's chosen for me.  So whether it's having another baby, a failing economy, or the doctor giving me very grim news, I know that nothing takes Him by surprise (even though I might initially be drowning in disbelief).  I trust my God, He is worthy of that.  It is always in my weakness that His strength, mercy and grace are so apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so these are the thoughts that came from hearing my little girl's prayer.  She, as she has so many times before, reminded me of God's unwavering strength and love, and made me pause to look at my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my husband and I had a great date that night :)  God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-644336085780975910?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/644336085780975910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=644336085780975910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/644336085780975910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/644336085780975910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-lips-of-babes.html' title='From the Lips of Babes...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7266895300497489455</id><published>2009-01-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:08:10.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tie That Binds</title><content type='html'>As I explained in my prior post, 2008 definitely brought some trials, and obviously some of those same trials have followed me into 2009. However, in the midst of tough times, there are good times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so appreciated the friendships I have developed since moving here to Oregon. I've thanked God on many occasions for these kindred hearts. They've become quite dear to me. There's a certain group of ladies that now have a tradition of "closing down" any restaurant that we're eating at. Once the visiting starts, it seems there's always "one more thing" that needs to be discussed or shared :) I cherish these times, and again give thanks to God because He is the ultimate tie that binds us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for friendship, for laughter, for caring hearts. And what relationship could ever survive without grace? You have blessed me once again in a way that words cannot adequately express. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293963746649552338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SXfv-pzXtdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMmQOhqvBjI/s400/IMG_7066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We look so sweet and proper, don't we? Oh yeah, and then there's this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293964180920514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SXfwX7louNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/aTh_UDIvbfA/s400/IMG_7067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-7266895300497489455?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7266895300497489455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7266895300497489455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7266895300497489455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7266895300497489455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-said-in-my-prior-post-2008.html' title='The Tie That Binds'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SXfv-pzXtdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMmQOhqvBjI/s72-c/IMG_7066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6012434384498981318</id><published>2008-12-30T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:15:55.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing 2008 To A Close</title><content type='html'>Well, as usual, it's hard to believe that another year has come and gone. Wow. This year has been a good one, but not necessarily an easy one. Lots of valleys, heartaches, trials, disappointments. There have been plenty of wonderful moments as well, but it's the tough times that stick out in my mind. I'm not trying to be a "downer" here, really. When I think of all those tough times, I think of how God was faithful through each and every trial. His promises held true during those rough and rocky times. I didn't always have a smile on my face, but I did have peace in my heart (as long as my eyes were on Him, and I wasn't trying to fix everything myself). I don't know how I'd ever survive the hard times without having Him to rely on. My Lord really does bring a peace that passes all understanding. God's mercy and grace are never lacking. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I look back at this past year, I see God. I see how He is everything I need when I'm scared and uncertain. I see how He has blessed my husband and I with 4 little girls to laugh with, to nurture and to teach. I see that he has placed life-long friends in my path. I see that God has given us a new church family. He's given us the responsibility to serve with them and encourage them to grow closer to their Creator, to know that they are loved beyond measure. God's chosen to bless me with a husband who is also my pastor now. I'm always challenged by his teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on! I am blessed beyond belief! Through the good and the not so good, and the horrible, God never changes or becomes less. He is always sufficient, always giving me strength and direction as I seek Him. I don't know what 2009 holds for me and my family, but I do know that it will be full of opportunities to trust God and praise Him in uncertainty, and thank Him for incredible blessings, and to love Him for who He is. Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the family (and friends) as we bring 2008 to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-93.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158304158867&amp;amp;site=widget-93.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158304158867&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p1/504403158304158867/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158304158867&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p2/504403158304158867/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158304158867&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-93.slide.com/p4/504403158304158867/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-6012434384498981318?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6012434384498981318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6012434384498981318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6012434384498981318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6012434384498981318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/12/bringing-2008-to-close.html' title='Bringing 2008 To A Close'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2504402574840958452</id><published>2008-12-30T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:51:24.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas '08</title><content type='html'>Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas! The Jackson six had a fantastic day together. This pic was taken Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285626491981366242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SVpRSj3xg-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/9Q2u79KSbPM/s400/IMG_7005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2504402574840958452?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2504402574840958452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2504402574840958452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2504402574840958452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2504402574840958452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-08.html' title='Christmas &apos;08'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SVpRSj3xg-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/9Q2u79KSbPM/s72-c/IMG_7005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2454917609500367560</id><published>2008-12-12T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:05:09.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family...What's Not To Love?</title><content type='html'>I saw this on one of the blogs I follow, and just had to share it. I know many of you out there will relate to it. It's so funny, and yet maybe they're onto something here... *wink* Enjoy!  (Please pause the music player below before playing the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L96GSqfhFnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L96GSqfhFnQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2454917609500367560?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2454917609500367560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2454917609500367560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2454917609500367560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2454917609500367560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/12/familywhats-not-to-love.html' title='Family...What&apos;s Not To Love?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8911414552221698345</id><published>2008-12-04T08:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:52:21.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Socks On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STgL8bNcZdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LtVrtN86AQI/s1600-h/IMG_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275980096188736978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STgL8bNcZdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LtVrtN86AQI/s400/IMG_6965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite what the calendar said, it wasn't officially "Christmas time" until I wore my rockin' Christmas socks :) Now that I have your attention, I have something else I really wanted to share today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm switching gears quickly here, so get ready. 14 years ago today I received a phone call that pretty much changed the rest of my life. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was getting ready for choir practice, when my mom came in and told me I had a phone call. She kind of had a quizzical look on her face, but I didn't think too much of it. Once I realized who was on the other end of the line, I quickly understood what it was all about. It was my youth pastor's wife's brother (did you follow that?)....who lived a couple states away. Little did I know that the young man who called me that day in 1994 would later become my husband in 1998. Well, that's not entirely true. I knew &lt;em&gt;very early on&lt;/em&gt; that there was something extra special about this guy and within 3 months of dating (long distance dating) I knew without a doubt that this was the man God had saved just for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to give a shout-out to my sister-in-law who played a pretty good matchmaker :) There's a lot more to the story of course, but I don't think I could really write it all out. But it's crazy to think that phone call led to a marriage and the birth of 4 little girls. We've had our ups and we've had our downs, and we are still learning what it means to love selflessly. But, I am so glad he called me! I now know that he started to dial my number a few times, but then quickly hung up because he was nervous. I'm glad you finally got the gusto to call, hon :) I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8911414552221698345?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8911414552221698345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8911414552221698345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8911414552221698345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8911414552221698345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/12/keep-your-socks-on.html' title='Keep Your Socks On!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STgL8bNcZdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LtVrtN86AQI/s72-c/IMG_6965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7365377318542434579</id><published>2008-12-03T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:47:23.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>We had a first this past Thanksgiving. And it was a good first. While living in Ohio, we would usually travel to Wisconsin to spend the holiday with my husband's side of the family. And there were a couple years where we spent Thanksgiving with my side of the family. Then last year we had our first Thanksgiving without any family....but we had a wonderful day of feasting with some fantastic friends. This year, however, we stayed home and celebrated Thanksgiving with just the six of us. It was so relaxing! Well, after six hours of cooking it was relaxing :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first year of cooking a turkey and all the "good stuff" to go along with it, completely unsupervised, and without any help. It was &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of work, but well worth it. I do believe my husband and children (except Emily) were very pleased with the outcome :) Emily apparently would rather have peanut butter and jelly instead of turkey and mashed potatoes....who knew??? Before our meal, we all took a turn expressing what we were thankful for. It was very sweet to hear my kids listing the things they thanked God for. It's always so touching to hear the younger ones lists of joys. For example, Emily was thankful for flowers. I love the innocence and true gratitude of children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After indulging (over indulging?) ourselves in our meal, we played games with the kids and just relaxed. I even took a nap, which is just unheard of. It's definitely a different kind of experience doing Thanksgiving with just our immediate family, but I absolutely treasured it. It was a great memory for me....and hopefully for the rest of the family too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a very pleasant and relaxing Thanksgiving. I have so very many things to be thankful for. God has blessed me in so many ways that I don't deserve. God's grace and unchangeable love are definitely some of the things at the top of my thankful list. My family is definitely one of my favorite sources of joy. I can't imagine life without any one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is over and Christmas is well on its way! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of our Thanksgiving Day in the Jackson house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275648546860922418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STbeZttzdjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2GbS6SSqIVk/s320/IMG_6942.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preparing for the feast!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275649153095439682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STbe9AHYFUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/L8Eytn9wCY0/s320/IMG_6945.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynds and Hannah with the wishbone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275649562681648338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STbfU18VpNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T6fPim0iba8/s320/IMG_6947.JPG" border="0" /&gt; No, I really didn't eat that all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275650541783591506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STbgN1YbqlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NXJS6lXlEOA/s320/IMG_6948.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Adam taking care of leftovers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275650900318339298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STbgitBxwOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/N0lTlny5mA4/s320/IMG_6949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Girls playing a game together&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/9192830705694588730-7365377318542434579?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7365377318542434579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7365377318542434579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7365377318542434579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7365377318542434579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008.html' title='Thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/STbeZttzdjI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2GbS6SSqIVk/s72-c/IMG_6942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8281780008003981562</id><published>2008-11-25T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:53:59.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord!</title><content type='html'>An "event" took place a couple weeks ago in our kitchen, and I knew I had to capture it on camera and then blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One afternoon I was upstairs having a "lively discussion" with Hannah about something. I didn't want her sisters listening in on our talk (they were just waiting to hear what their sister's punishment would be...) so I asked them to go downstairs and color/draw until I was finished dealing with the situation upstairs. Just a few short seconds later, I heard a gigantic &lt;em&gt;CRASH&lt;/em&gt; from the kitchen. I raced downstairs and this is what I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272713740839764082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SSxxNhUTQHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I1bBfLBuWEs/s400/IMG_6847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All of the supports holding up the shelves gave way, and everything came tumbling out onto Gracie who was getting coloring books off the bottom shelf. Thankfully, she wasn't seriously hurt, but, oh my goodness, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been so much worse! There were broken bottles all around her bare feet. One canned good knocked her on the head on it's way down, but other than that, she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Gracie was crying a little bit, but mostly because it just scared her so much. I told her not to move, as I picked her up and carried her away from all the shattered glass. Upon placing her in a safer spot, I noticed her jeans were soaking wet. A large broken bottle of red wine vinegar had poured all over her. Then I noticed the "sparkles." Looking closer, I realized there were super tiny shards of glass stuck to her wet jeans. I didn't even know where to begin. I needed to get these wet, glass-covered pants off of her without cutting her legs and bare feet. I tried to stay calm, but had a hard time doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a long story short(er), I did get her pants off okay, but found a few little pieces of glass sticking out of her toes. She didn't even know they were there! So after a very thorough search of her little body, I got her bathed and dressed, and then proceeded to clean up this enormous mess. Fortunately my husband came home soon after to help me. I just kept thanking God over and over again for protecting her.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; had some serious cuts, or even broken bones from heavy cans and bottles landing on her feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought it was such a sight, I had to show it on my blog. Just for clarification, Gracie is absolutely fine...I think she dealt with it better than her mom did! It sure made for an eventful afternoon!  Come to think of it, I don't think Hannah ever received her "sentencing!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8281780008003981562?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8281780008003981562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8281780008003981562' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8281780008003981562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8281780008003981562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/11/event-took-place-couple-weeks-ago-in.html' title='Thank You Lord!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SSxxNhUTQHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I1bBfLBuWEs/s72-c/IMG_6847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-3365791917847904025</id><published>2008-11-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:35:28.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More.....Stuff</title><content type='html'>I realize it's been some time now since I've blogged, so my guilt is the driving force for this post *grin* Over the last several weeks, little things have happened here and there that made me think "Oh, I really need to blog about that." However, at this point and time, I cannot remember what any of those things were. I guess that's the downside of aging. I always say "If it's not written down, it doesn't exist!" I'm a list maker, it's just what I do. As I told a friend last night...making lists is a sign of organization, not senility! It made for a good laugh, but I'm not sure how much truth there really is to that! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, I don't really have a topic to blog about, so, as usual, I will rely on pictures to fill this post ;)   These pictures consist of our trip to the pumpkin farm, Mt. Hood, a family walk through the woods, and our church's Harvest Party.  We've made wonderful memories this fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-0d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158302362637&amp;amp;site=widget-0d.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158302362637&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0d.slide.com/p1/504403158302362637/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158302362637&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0d.slide.com/p2/504403158302362637/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158302362637&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0d.slide.com/p4/504403158302362637/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-3365791917847904025?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3365791917847904025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=3365791917847904025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3365791917847904025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3365791917847904025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-realize-its-been-some-time-now-since.html' title='More.....Stuff'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-1209594664085164095</id><published>2008-10-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:32:22.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it doesn't take much to make me happy. Finding the coffee already made as I come down the stairs in the morning, watching my girls delight in the company of each other, the times when it's quiet and my husband and I can talk without interruption....these are small, but very meaningful things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday our family made our annual trip to the pumpkin farm, just as we do every October. The weather was cold and rainy, but we still had a great time. We saw goats, horses, baby chicks, piglets, baby cows (one tried to take a bite out of Gracie's arm), and lots of pumpkins. We also enjoyed a fun hayride together and then warmed up with some fresh hot cider and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homemade&lt;/span&gt; donuts. Yum! And then of course we took on the serious quest for the Jackson family pumpkin. Our search paid off and we found the perfect one; just the right size, shape, and color! We ended our time at the farm a little wet and muddy, but happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were leaving, a couple with a little boy asked if we would take their picture for them. My husband agreed and then asked if they would please take ours. Getting all 6 of us situated can sometimes be a difficult task. And getting all 4 girls to look at the camera and smile all at the same time is sometimes next to impossible. However, this time we had a much different outcome. Everyone was looking and smiling...no one's eyes were closed, and no tongues sticking out (good job Adam!). This family picture is another little thing that has made me happy lately. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254818354667293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SOzdc80li_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/njbAzzZDCoE/s400/fallfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look at this man and these four beautiful girls, and am so glad I'm in the picture with them. My family...a really big deal that really brings me joy! Happy Fall everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-1209594664085164095?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1209594664085164095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=1209594664085164095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1209594664085164095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1209594664085164095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-first.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SOzdc80li_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/njbAzzZDCoE/s72-c/fallfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-1378885410259761448</id><published>2008-09-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:41:56.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Big Thought</title><content type='html'>I have had lots of thoughts swirling through my head lately, so it's a little hard for me to display them logically here in this post. I've been a little heavy-hearted recently, but there is one main thought for sure that I can relay to you very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God is a great God! His grace covers every minute, every second that I breathe. Sometimes we trick ourselves into believing that, for the most part, we've got things under control, and then when the hard times hit, we go to God asking Him to be our shelter, our strength. There's nothing wrong with that at all....He tells us to come to Him. But, what I need to be continually reminded of is that He is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; my shelter, my strength, my peace, my absolute lifeline. My identity is found in Christ, and Christ alone! I don't need more grace at one time than I do another. When I look at things like that, I'm making God very little, and myself very big. I don't want to do that! I don't have "just some of the Holy Spirit" dwelling within me while I'm watching TV and "all of the Holy Spirit" dwelling within me when I'm singing a praise song at church. God is never "less" at anytime. He is....all the time. He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the thoughts that have been a result of all the "stuff" that's been going on in my head and my heart. These truths are absolutes because it's what I read in His word, and how can I not be encouraged and forever grateful??? God, you are sufficient all the time! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a few pictures of God's goodness and grace....my family! We've really been enjoying some fun family time together, so I thought I'd share with you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158299991147&amp;amp;site=widget-6b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158299991147&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p1/504403158299991147/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=504403158299991147&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p2/504403158299991147/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158299991147&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6b.slide.com/p4/504403158299991147/bb_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-1378885410259761448?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1378885410259761448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=1378885410259761448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1378885410259761448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1378885410259761448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-big-thought.html' title='One Big Thought'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8795942747849787637</id><published>2008-09-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:08:50.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wait!</title><content type='html'>After being asked several times this week, "Have you blogged today?", I have decided to post this little tidbit in hopes of holding over the less patient. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay honey, this post is for you. (&lt;em&gt;Honey &lt;/em&gt;is referring to my husband, for those of you who felt awkward being referred to that way. Sorry, I haven't had any coffee yet this morning, and I can never trust my behavior when I'm caffeine-less. Okay, I'm done now.) How do you like it so far? It seems I haven't been blog-inspired, lately. So instead of trying to make something out of nothing, why don't I just leave you with a few pictures? Pictures are good, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos are from our little trip to the zoo last Monday. Our older 2 girls were in school, so it was just me, honey, and the twins. It was a very relaxing and fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-b3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158299663027&amp;site=widget-b3.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158299663027&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p1/504403158299663027/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158299663027&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p2/504403158299663027/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158299663027&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b3.slide.com/p4/504403158299663027/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-8795942747849787637?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8795942747849787637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8795942747849787637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8795942747849787637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8795942747849787637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-wait.html' title='Just Wait!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6378387901289841246</id><published>2008-09-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:25:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Dressed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFk2Yry_AI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MIYoXyfNecU/s1600-h/IMG_6519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582326737828866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFk2Yry_AI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MIYoXyfNecU/s200/IMG_6519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've wondered how the twins would do this week without Lyndsey &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; Hannah around all day. I wondered if they would get bored and just wait for that moment when their beloved big sisters walked through the front door. Umm, not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week Grace and Emmy have kept quite busy with their favorite playmates...each other! They have always loved to play dress-up, but this week they have kind of been in a dress-up phase. I have found them many times wearing their flashy outfit of choice, dancing around, singing their favorite songs at the top of their sweet little lungs :) This morning we played the soundtrack from "Enchanted" and they had a blast twirling away and dancing as only a princess can do!  They are so much fun!  Mommy even joined in the dancing, but unfortunately there aren't any pictures of that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFhSl7kmBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/twRz7zjhEUU/s1600-h/IMG_6504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242578413283481618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFhSl7kmBI/AAAAAAAAAOc/twRz7zjhEUU/s320/IMG_6504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFkPNcpewI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5fuEjg0auKM/s1600-h/IMG_6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581653706603266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFkPNcpewI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5fuEjg0auKM/s320/IMG_6514.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;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242579312935834578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFiG9ZaE9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/a9vJP7kNlrQ/s320/IMG_6516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242579918407999026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFiqM9OHjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/0EhkflLYTek/s320/IMG_6518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday they were all decked out and posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFjWIMJVoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1VHzXz94aGI/s1600-h/IMG_6501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242580673042667138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFjWIMJVoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1VHzXz94aGI/s320/IMG_6501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFjJ2NfHbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5KFAyt1YSAg/s1600-h/IMG_6500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242580462058020274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFjJ2NfHbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5KFAyt1YSAg/s320/IMG_6500.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;&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242581172525517922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFjzM6IzGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PC_g-QQFYjM/s320/IMG_6499.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6378387901289841246?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6378387901289841246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6378387901289841246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6378387901289841246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6378387901289841246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/09/gettin-dressed-up.html' title='Gettin&apos; Dressed Up'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SMFk2Yry_AI/AAAAAAAAAPk/MIYoXyfNecU/s72-c/IMG_6519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7446500715934525538</id><published>2008-09-02T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:01:02.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's what I'm feeling in my stomach right now...butterflies. This morning I kissed and hugged Hannah and Lyndsey before their dad dropped them off at school. I will not see either of them until 2:20 this afternoon. I must say I'm not quite as nervous about Lyndsey going back to school; she's a pro at this school thing now. As a matter of fact, when her dad took her into school this morning, she actually wanted to go upstairs &lt;em&gt;on her own&lt;/em&gt; to find her classroom. I'm glad it was Adam there and not me, 'cause that would've killed me! But anyway, my stomach is a mess because of me thinking of my Hannah Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her first all day school experience. Last year she went to Kindergarten at our church (just the afternoon, 4 days a week) so I didn't have that little bit of worry in my head. I figured if she needed anything, daddy was just upstairs in his office. It was almost like we really weren't leaving her yet. But now, well, her mom is a few miles away and dad is no longer a few steps away. Eeeekk! Now, I should say that Hannah was very excited for her first day as a first grader; she was all smiles when she left :) This is definitely my issue, not hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got to thinking...although Hannah does not have her mom and dad close by, she's got someone who can help her much more than I can. Although Hannah is the one in class today, I do believe it is I who is learning a big lesson. Is this yet another opportunity for me to trust God? Definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because my husband is a pastor, I have often been asked why we don't send our kids to Christian school or why we don't homeschool. I personally don't have issues with either one of those options (really), but as of yet we feel that public school is where God wants our kids right now. Adam and I have always believed that it starts at home. What does that mean? We don't think that "church on Sunday" is enough to help our kids grow to know Jesus. Does it influence them positively? Absolutely, but that's not enough. Do they see their mom and dad pray? Do they see us reading the Bible? Do we use every opportunity to point them to God? Do they see that I have a &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt; with Jesus, not just knowledge of Him? I realize I can't honestly say yes to these all the time, but even that is a lesson of God's grace and unconditional love in my life. Now, after saying all of that, I also need to say that I don't want my kids to read their Bible just because that's what dad does. I don't want them to pray just because they see mom on her knees. I want them to know Jesus on a very personal level because they realize their need of Him, not because that's what they're supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of what's been taught at home, modeled at home, they will take that to school, to the mall, to their friend's house. They will learn that God has more (much more) to offer than anything that's being offered in the world. As they grow to know their Lord more, they will experience that for themselves. It is my job as a mother to encourage my daughters to trust God, to receive His love, and love Him in return. I can only share with them day in and day out, that choosing to honor my God with my words and actions is what brings true joy and peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after all that, what am I so nervous about? They know that Jesus went with them to school today. They know they can talk to Him at any time, and that He wants to be the One they turn to for direction and comfort. As I have been reminded by my husband many times, Lyndsey and Hannah don't serve a mini-God, they don't have a mini-Holy Spirit dwelling within them. They know the Alpha and Omega, the one true God, just as I do. That thought alone takes away all my worries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be praying for my girls today, that they would rely on God for strength, patience, and comfort. That He would be the one they thank when they meet a nice friend on the playground. He is all they need. He is all I need. 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Today I made a stop at my favorite coffee shop ever....the one and only Peet's Coffee and Tea. As I was about to order a medium freshly brewed 101 blend, my eyes were drawn to a bright orange sign. What was that??? How very delighted I was to see that they are now serving my seasonal favorite...pumpkin spice lattes!!! Oh how my heart skipped a beat! Sometimes it just doesn't take much to make me happy and a little bit whippy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a pumpkin spice latte is one of my all-time favorite coffee drinks (and yes, the best is found at Peet's), I decided I need to wait until it is officially September until I can truly enjoy it. Sooo, that's where you'll find me come Monday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240400433578372578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SLmkbfQ97eI/AAAAAAAAANc/tEOSXqbWneQ/s320/IMG_6439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my Peet's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-675175723066755231?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/675175723066755231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=675175723066755231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/675175723066755231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/675175723066755231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SLmkbfQ97eI/AAAAAAAAANc/tEOSXqbWneQ/s72-c/IMG_6439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-9034398879980526747</id><published>2008-08-30T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:19:34.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Month of Summer</title><content type='html'>Well, the girls start school in just 3 short days. I guess that means summer is now officially over. Wow. Each school year seems to rush by a little bit faster and the summers even faster. I thought I'd share some pictures showing how we've finished up our summer. There are pictures from Luis Palau's CityFest in downtown Portland, a fun day of with our Life Group family, and a Jackson family get-away in beautiful Seaside, OR. Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-45.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-45.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158298924869&amp;site=widget-45.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158298924869&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-45.slide.com/p1/504403158298924869/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158298924869&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-45.slide.com/p2/504403158298924869/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158298924869&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-45.slide.com/p4/504403158298924869/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-9034398879980526747?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/9034398879980526747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=9034398879980526747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/9034398879980526747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/9034398879980526747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-last-month-of-summer.html' title='Our Last Month of Summer'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6621778099645408340</id><published>2008-08-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:11:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Years Ago Today....</title><content type='html'>Nine years ago at this very minute, my husband and I were on a date. After dinner at Applebee's, we saw a movie, which I still love to this day (Runaway Bride) and then went home. Sounds rather typical, right? Well it was anything but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ate dinner that night, my mind would not, could not, stop racing with thoughts of excitement, wonder, worry, and thankfulness. You see, bright and early the very next morning I would be admitted to the hospital to induce labor. That's right, I was nine months pregnant with my very first child and something so common, like going to bed on a Wednesday and waking up on a Thursday, was about to change my life forever. The very next day I was going to become a mother. A MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had spent the previous nine months trying to prepare for this life changing moment. I thought I was ready. Her crib was prepared, the rocking chair situated just so, packaged diapers piled by the changing table. Incredibly small outfits full of pink ruffles and bows, were just waiting to be worn. Neatly tucked away on the shelf were beautiful, soft blankets just waiting to wrap around a little one. The back seat of our car held a car seat designed to keep our little girl safe. Yes, I was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I knew I would have sleepless nights and tiring days. I knew it could be a challenge learning how to do simple things like cooking and laundry, AND take care of a baby. I knew I would love her. I loved her the second I knew she was being formed in my womb. I had a relationship with her for 9 months before anyone else did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did not know was the overwhelming feelings and emotions I would experience when I first laid eyes on her. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; I would've never been prepared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's any other situation on earth where you can love someone so completely the very first time you look into their eyes. She changed my life right then and there. I didn't want to do anything but take care of this sweet little bundle. She needed me, and oh did I need her. She absolutely completed me. Because of her, I was a mother; something I had always dreamed of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey, you brought me such complete and total joy the day you came into this world. I am so thankful God has given you to me! I am blessed to have you as my daughter, Lynds. You were such a beautiful baby, and you are well on your way to becoming a beautiful young lady...inside and out. Your dad and I are very proud of you and our prayer continues to be that you grow to know your Saviour more and more. We pray you trust Him and love Him the rest of your life. It's been such a privilege to watch you grow these past 9 years. I love you Lyndsey Taylor...I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndsey hosted her first birthday sleepover, so she was very excited about this. Here's a picture of her and a few of her friends celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231110841283920018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SJijmDNsQJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EXi8du1yIss/s400/IMG_6231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6621778099645408340?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6621778099645408340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6621778099645408340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6621778099645408340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6621778099645408340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/08/9-years-ago-today.html' title='9 Years Ago Today....'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SJijmDNsQJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EXi8du1yIss/s72-c/IMG_6231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6727437027470368725</id><published>2008-07-14T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:47:51.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Trip at Detroit Lake</title><content type='html'>Our camping trip was a success! We left for Detroit Lake on Thursday and came home Sunday afternoon. How much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our girls are natural campers, which makes their mom super happy! The last time we went camping, Lyndsey was almost 2 and I was pregnant with Hannah....yea, it's been a while. I was so excited to see the girls running around with smiles on their faces. Oh, and we didn't even hear any complaints about being hot/tired/bored. That's a big deal :) Granted, they had plenty of friends to play with, but still, their attitudes were great all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit Lake is absolutely gorgeous. Our pictures just don't do it justice. The lake is huge and so cold. No wait, freezing. Really. It was well into the upper 80's outside, and the water still felt too cold to go swimming in. Really cold. One afternoon all the women went out into the middle of the lake on a raft to have some "girl time." After a while of sharing some stories and laughter, we all jumped in for a swim. Wow! Did I mention that the water was really cold??? Anyway, it was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed hanging with friends, and making new ones. Again, I have to say, I am so thankful for where God has placed us. We have seen such beautiful places and met such beautiful people; I just couldn't be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few pictures of our camping trip. This last one was such a success, I'm sure we'll have many more in the future. *One side note.....I had a blast camping, but nothing quite compares to comfy furniture and a nice hot shower at home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-88.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-88.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158297430408&amp;site=widget-88.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158297430408&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-88.slide.com/p1/504403158297430408/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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I was sure it was just yesterday that we were attending our girls' end of the year programs. I couldn't wait for the relaxation of summer to settle in. Ya know... long, lazy days of basking in the sun. Sounds good, right? Uh, I don't think so. Summer has been so busy! So what has been happening in the Jackson world since my last post? A whole lot of fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My in-laws visited for about a week and a half in June, which was great. The girls are always excited when Grandma and Grandpa come! We enjoyed showing them around this beautiful state we live in. We spent a day at the beach, checked out Multnomah Falls, and ate at some yummy places like Typhoon. (If you haven't been there, you've got to go. It's the best Thai food ever!) We really enjoyed their visit and 5 days after they left, my parents came for a week long visit. Again, we had a great time with them too. My girls were experiencing Grandma and Grandpa bliss! Of course we did more sight seeing with my parents throughout the week too. It was their first time out here since we've moved to Oregon. One of the highlights with my mom and dad was a visit to the Rose Gardens in Portland. Everything was in full bloom and it was just beautiful! Wow! Between our visits to the ocean, the water fall, the rose gardens, and the majestic views of Mt. Hood and Mt. St. Helens, I was reminded again of how creative my God is. I am so thankful that He created such beauty for our eyes to see. Every time I watch the waves roll onto the sand, or watch an eagle soar above the bluff, I am reminded of my Heavenly Father and how much He loves me. It also makes me daydream what heaven will be like. If the earthly creations amaze me, the beauty in heaven is going to blow me away! So cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, &lt;/em&gt;back to what we've been up to :) This week the Jackson 6 are going to experience a first. All of us are going camping. I am so excited! When I say that to other women, they kind of look at me like, yea, sure you're excited. But really, I am so looking forward to this. I grew up camping, so I guess it's in my blood. I'm hoping the girls will have the same love for it that I do. I'm sure it won't go without a hitch, but that's okay. It looks like we're going to have perfect weather for it too. We recently bought new sleeping bags for the girls and a new &lt;strong&gt;humongous&lt;/strong&gt; tent (thanks to our stimulus check) and some other little odds and ends that are going to make this trip a success.... hopefully :) We're going with some other families from church so our girls will have other kids to play with, and Adam and I will have our friends to hang with too. I'm sure I'll have some great stories to share when we come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, what else is new with us? Oh yes, I got a new washing machine! I must say, it has brought me much joy watching my laundry pile go down...way down. Our washer broke down about 1 1/2 months ago and not wanting to go outside of our budget, we said we'd hold out until our stimulus check arrived. Needless to say, it took a little longer than we'd hoped to get that check, but it was well worth the wait! I won't bore you with this topic much longer (how exciting can laundry be?) but I have actually sat and watched entire cycles of wash (it's a front loader where you can see the clothes being washed) just because it excites me so much! I realize the things on my wish list might be different than yours, but the washing machine is a BIG part of my world and I appreciate having one that works efficiently and properly. Okay, enough about that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone enjoyed their 4th this past week. We went to Vancouver to see the fireworks and had a great time. We spent all day hanging out at the festival and eating foods that probably permanently clogged our arteries and rotted our teeth. Fun times! We picnicked on a blanket and danced to the band and just enjoyed each other. It was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to blog again soon. I have some recent pictures that I'd like to share, but don't know if they're on my computer yet. I'll have to get my hubby to help me with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you are enjoying your summer. Even in the busyness of things, take time to take in the beauty around you, whether it's a shrinking pile of laundry, the scenery, or the love of your family. Enjoy your summer my friends!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220038302105603730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SHFNLcbwDpI/AAAAAAAAALY/jrDLWCXxR80/s400/IMG_6112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-7790217381430120355?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7790217381430120355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7790217381430120355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7790217381430120355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7790217381430120355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-already.html' title='July Already?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/SHFNLcbwDpI/AAAAAAAAALY/jrDLWCXxR80/s72-c/IMG_6112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4484153670753710097</id><published>2008-05-19T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:49:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the School Year "Shtuff"</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged, I suppose that's because we've been a bit busy. This time of year is always full of "end of the school year" stuff. I have to say, however, that I am really enjoying this craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins had their Spring program recently, and they actually sang! Not only did they sing, they also did all the hand motions! Well, Emily missed just a few, but Gracie was right on the whole time. Too cute! Oh, and another thing, as they were singing (they stood right next to each other on stage) they would occasionally look at each other, just making sure the other one was on cue :) I was just tickled to watch them sing their little hearts out. They've come a long way since their Christmas concert! Grace and Emmy, you two bring such laughter into my life. Your dad and I love you both very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also recently made a visit to Lyndsey's school for her end of the year open house. We got to check out all the work she's been doing and also saw her "barn owl" project on display. She worked for weeks on this thing, which included a written report, a display board, a model, and an oral presentation. She got the highest score possible, and we couldn't be more proud! Also, we spent some time talking with her teacher and heard nothing but praise and compliments about our oldest daughter. Lyndsey has been especially blessed with a fantastic teacher this past year. I am so thankful for that. So Lynds is doing a phenomenal job at school and I know without a doubt that she is a diligent worker who gives 100%. Way to go Lynds! We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Hannah Boo, tonight is her big night. She is performing in her Spring program and also will be officially graduating from Kindergarten. It just doesn't seem possible! I don't know if I'll get through tonight without crying... it just seems Hannah is getting so big, so quickly. Hannah is especially gifted in numbers, and sometimes surprises me with the math problems she does with ease. She certainly didn't get that from her Mom! I think the compliments I have heard most from Hannah's teacher is how sweet and caring she is in class. My heart fills with gratitude when I hear these things, although it comes as no surprise. Hannah has always had such a soft, tender heart. She is very thoughtful of others and puts them before herself. I love this little girl so much and am so very glad that she's ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we took our first trip of the year to the ocean. It was a HOT day...somewhere in the 90's. We couldn't have been in a better place for such a warm day though. The water was very cool...too cold to swim in, but it sure felt good on our feet! As always, the girls had a blast and wore themselves out...makes for a very quiet ride home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been living here in the Pacific Northwest for about a year now, and are still drinking in all of it's beauty. Our kids are growing bigger at a rapid rate and I am reminded how blessed I am to be their mother. Life can bring some difficult things our way, but God is the constant goodness in my life. 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For my far away friends and family...Sun River is a very beautiful resort area near Bend, OR. Having explained that, let me just say.... HOW FUN! I don't honestly remember the last time I laughed that much! Really. It was such a great time of hanging with our "family." I find myself falling more in love with these people that God has us serving with. Yes, we all have our quirky imperfections... but as with any family, you accept them completely and maybe love them even more because of the quirkiness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, all the ladies got together and went to the spa for some pampering. Oh my goodness. I think I've found a new favorite past time! Oh yea, baby. Two words... sugar scrub. I had a fantastic foot, leg, and arm massage that was just heavenly. It was just a great time of rest and relaxation, sharing and laughing. I fully enjoyed myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday night, we had a fantastic meal together and then headed into our game portion of the evening. It was the women vs. the men. I must say it brought out the competitive side of us ladies. Although the men were victorious, the women gave a good fight and lost by only a small amount. Again, the evening was full of laughter, fun, and memorable moments. Just too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much fun as I had while away, I missed my girls so much! My dear, sweet friend watched all four of them for 3 whole days. You know who you are, and as far as I'm concerned, you are Superwoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a great time to get away to play and relax, I am so glad to be home. We had a lot of "family" that didn't go with us, and we missed them. It's good to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures of our time in Sun River.  There are a couple that aren't from the trip, but most are.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-37.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-37.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158294243127&amp;site=widget-37.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158294243127&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p1/504403158294243127/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158294243127&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-37.slide.com/p2/504403158294243127/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-1347407843442817115?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1347407843442817115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=1347407843442817115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1347407843442817115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1347407843442817115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-in-sun-sun-river-that-is.html' title='Fun in the Sun (Sun River, that is)'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8540263721367629414</id><published>2008-04-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:43:21.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-23.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-23.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=504403158294062627&amp;site=widget-23.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158294062627&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p1/504403158294062627/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=504403158294062627&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p2/504403158294062627/ms_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged, so I guess I'll justify it by saying we've been a little bit busy lately. Is there ever a time where it doesn't seem busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All six of us took a trip to Ohio recently. It was wonderful to see family that we hadn't seen in about 9 months! We had our camera with us the whole time, but hardly took any pictures with it. So I only have a few pics to show of our trip. We got some great family pictures, but with someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; camera :) It was a busy, but good trip and was wonderful to see everybody. It was even worth flying with 4 young kids.... that's saying a lot! Actually, the kids did very well, and I think Adam and I did ok too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home and getting back into the routine of things, I had a very pleasant surprise that made it evident I was missed while visiting out of state. The pictures above will explain. I guess my friend and I had it coming.... no need to say anymore about that! There was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a team&lt;/span&gt; of 8 people who decided to "decorate" my yard and van, just because they care :) I awoke to a rather colorful scene Saturday morning. My oldest daughter wasn't very happy about it, but it sure made me smile and feel very loved! There's been a bit of competition between myself and a few others (who will remain nameless!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe the school year is coming to an end. I am somewhat taken back, but very excited to realize that I'm about to have 2 children going to school ALL DAY, come next fall. Crazy! This is such a fun time for me as I look back on the school year, and reflect on all the hard work and growing up my children did. I love watching my kids as they face new challenges in learning with excitement and determination. It makes this momma very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this has been a rather random post. Those of you who know me, are used to my random thinking :) Just wanted to let everyone know that the Jackson's are still alive and well.... just a little bit busy. Hope you all are doing well family and friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-8540263721367629414?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8540263721367629414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8540263721367629414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8540263721367629414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8540263721367629414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/04/brief-update.html' title='A Brief Update'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4264008467572473416</id><published>2008-04-03T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:35:57.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly, Willy, Nilly....</title><content type='html'>In honor of April Fool's Day, Grace and Emily's preschool had "silly day" on Monday. The kids were to dress funny or do their hair funny, and just be silly. The girls really enjoyed it. They put their shirts on backwards, rolled up one pant leg, and wore their blue fuzzy flip flop slippers. The twins were quite pleased with their appearance! They actually wanted to do their hair "silly" again the next day....uh, that didn't happen! I thought I'd post some pictures of the twins dressed up for silly day. It was just too cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185147386860044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VYE4XWgVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ixMBAtfwsmo/s400/IMG_5711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185147717572526434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VYYIXWgWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/u1gU69EI644/s400/IMG_5712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185148043990040946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VYrIXWgXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TGV9G3o-zBI/s400/IMG_5714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And because everyone was so willing to smile for the camera, I took a few more pictures. It's a rare occasion that all four girls are all smiles all at the same time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149100551995778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VZooXWgYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kgIbDnep3z0/s400/IMG_5721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149366839968146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VZ4IXWgZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZXetcdqfGkU/s400/IMG_5717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149611653104034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VaGYXWgaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2JJ4qZS3ixk/s400/IMG_5722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185150075509572018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VahYXWgbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/88kjivkNrNQ/s400/IMG_5723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4264008467572473416?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4264008467572473416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4264008467572473416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4264008467572473416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4264008467572473416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/04/silly-willy-nilly.html' title='Silly, Willy, Nilly....'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R_VYE4XWgVI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ixMBAtfwsmo/s72-c/IMG_5711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-1105767689903831847</id><published>2008-03-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:40:12.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008 at the Jackson's</title><content type='html'>Hope you all had a wonderful Easter! Our day was just about perfect. Of course our morning started with celebration. We had an incredible time worshipping with our church family...celebrating that our Savior is Alive! My Jesus conquered death and I wouldn't have any hope without His sacrificial death and miraculous resurrection! Praise God for His unending mercy, love, and grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a few pictures from our day of rejoicing and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181795285144600802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-lvW4XWgOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9OLktztbKrk/s400/IMG_5677.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181795491303031026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-lvi4XWgPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/A4wkL1vFAhI/s400/IMG_5679.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181795706051395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-lvvYXWgQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kbdN_Wy0TCA/s400/IMG_5685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181795907914858770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-lv7IXWgRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9GKWEOChWc0/s400/IMG_5687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181796122663223586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-lwHoXWgSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/HNHL7ibn7ro/s400/IMG_5688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181784805424398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-ll04XWgNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lalNLd2BmnQ/s400/IMG_5684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-1105767689903831847?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/1105767689903831847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=1105767689903831847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1105767689903831847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/1105767689903831847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008-at-jacksons.html' title='Easter 2008 at the Jackson&apos;s'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R-lvW4XWgOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9OLktztbKrk/s72-c/IMG_5677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5506359379293465218</id><published>2008-03-06T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:16:50.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Trust You Lord</title><content type='html'>Psalm 13:5-6&lt;br /&gt;But I trust in your unfailing love. I will rejoice because you have rescued me. I will sing to the Lord because he has been so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 46:1-2,11&lt;br /&gt;God is our refuge and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble. So we will not fear, even if earthquakes come and mountains crumble into the sea. The Lord Almighty is here among us; the God of Israel is our fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 14:27&lt;br /&gt;"I am leaving you with a gift - peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give isn't like the peace the world gives. So don't be troubled or afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 4:14-16&lt;br /&gt;That is why we have a great High Priest who has gone to heaven, Jesus the Son of God. Let us cling to him and never stop trusting him. This High Priest of ours understands our weaknesses, for he faced all of the same temptations we do, yet he did not sin. So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I trust you, and you alone. I am grateful beyond words for who you are. You have shown me your mercy, love, grace, and peace time and time again. You are my hope and my refuge; my strength and my comfort!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-5506359379293465218?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5506359379293465218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5506359379293465218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5506359379293465218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5506359379293465218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-trust-you-lord.html' title='I Trust You Lord'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8237445727764749402</id><published>2008-02-28T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:02:31.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times With the Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-72.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1945555039029325682&amp;amp;site=widget-72.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039029325682&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p1/1945555039029325682/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039029325682&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-72.slide.com/p2/1945555039029325682/bb_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-8237445727764749402?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8237445727764749402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8237445727764749402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8237445727764749402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8237445727764749402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-times-with-fam.html' title='Fun Times With the Fam'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5113074187891415844</id><published>2008-02-26T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:20:40.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Talk</title><content type='html'>As you can see by the picture to the left and my blog title, coffee is something that I really enjoy. Over the years, I have "matured" in my coffee drinking. Instead of having a drop of coffee in my cup of cream and sugar, I now have a mostly full cup of coffee with some added cream and sugar. I don't know that I'll ever progress to drinking it black, but that's okay with me. A cup of coffee, no matter what time of day, seems to bring me such comfort. Yes, I really do like the taste of it, but mostly I like what a cup of coffee means to me. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of sitting down to a great cup of coffee, I usually prefer to share that experience with someone else. Although I usually have my morning coffee by myself, I love to talk with others while holding that steaming cup of goodness. I can't tell you how many times in the last several months I have met with a friend at a coffee shop, or brewed a fresh pot at home for myself and someone dear to me. I love these times where it's "just us" sharing stories and laughter. At times it's just a chance to get to know someone better, or sometimes it includes sharing deep heartaches and burdens, lifting each other up in prayer. Even more so than the coffee, these sharing times are especially dear to me. These women, these friends, are especially dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that these women desire to hear what's on my heart, they draw me into a place of security, trust, comfort, and complete joy. These dear ones truly listen with a sensitive and reassuring ear and know that I will be there for them, when they need a soft place to fall. I love the fact that no matter what I am talking about, they have something to say about it too. I never get a grunt or a disinterested "hmm" or "uh huh." I have heard that women use around 2 or 3 times as many words as men in an average day. So I understand that's just a difference between the "hers" and the "hims!" But I must say, it is wonderful to communicate with someone who likes to use as many words as I do! One of my most favorite places to be is in a conversation that has lasted hours and feels as though it could go on for hours more.....in a good way, that is :) I love the freedom of sharing anything and everything. And I love being the one they share anything and everything with....back. Ya know? Is this confusing? Well, this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; coming from a woman, so you can expect it to be lengthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well these were my thoughts for the day. Nothing too thrilling or blog-worthy, really. But these are my thoughts, nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, thank you for the wonderful things you've given me in this life. You've given me wonderful things like taste-buds, so I can enjoy amazing flavors....like coffee! And thank you so much for my friends. They are gifts that I never tire of. Friends really are the gifts that keep on giving! I don't deserve them, but am extremely grateful for what they add to my life. Thank you God! And just so ya know, I've been sipping away at my coffee while I've been blogging, so thanks for joining me in this "coffee talk!" (sorry it's been a little one-sided)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should be signing out....time for a refill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-5113074187891415844?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5113074187891415844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5113074187891415844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5113074187891415844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5113074187891415844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/02/coffee-talk.html' title='Coffee Talk'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6035086083175775717</id><published>2008-02-21T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:31:44.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Getting OLDer!!</title><content type='html'>It's so sad, but true. The inevitable is taking place.....my husband and I are getting older! How do I know this? There are many tell-tale signs. I'll list just a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169496567649534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R729vTZaAVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fyqMpRLcaWI/s320/IMG_5563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My babies aren't babies anymore! My youngest children are turning 4 tomorrow. As they continue growing in height and knowledge, I no longer have a "little one" to make me feel better about my other children getting older. I can't say, "Well, so and so might be getting older, but at least I still have _____!"  Moms, you understand, don't you?  Most of me absolutely loves this new stage of motherhood (no diapers, sippy cups, pacifiers, naps....no, wait, I still want the nap part). But, part of me yearns for the newness and sweetness of having a newborn. (Right Missy?!?) Then, I remember the sleepless nights, the showerless days, my attire always being decorated with spit-up.....that pretty much cures me of that! Anyway! My point....I no longer have a baby in the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several times within the past month, I have forgotten how old I am. I have actually had to stop and do the math. I can remember the year I was born and I can usually remember what year it presently is, so then I figure it out. Oh, when I have given my age, I think I'm a year older than I actually am! If I got my age wrong, I could at least think I was still in my 20's, ya know? Ridicuolous! (I can't believe I am publicly admitting this!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;For me, this one is the clencher! Here it goes....I listen to talk radio...on purpose. Yikes! When I start up our minivan everyday, I hear talking about the upcoming election, not the newest song to top the charts. My ipod has plenty of music on it, but most of the song choices would prove that I am aging. The kids in our youth group make fun of the music on my husband's ipod, and he has a lot of the same songs I do! As a child, I remember listening to "boring talk radio" that my parents had playing in the car. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to listen to that. It had no beat! And now, I would rather hear AM radio or a podcast probably 85% of the time. Wow...gettin' old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot sit on my knees for more than a few minutes without needing assistance in getting up. The other day I needed to check a few things on the internet and the chair I usually sit in was being used for something else. No problem, I don't need a chair! I just knelt in front of the desk, quickly finishing the tasks at hand. I don't think I was online more than 10 minutes. As I logged off and attempted to stand up, nothing happened! My knees were so stiff, I could hardly move them! I had to sit all the way down on my backside, kind of roll over and then pull myself up with the help of the nearby end table. I couldn't believe it! Mom, you were right! I never should've chuckled (all in good humor, of course!) when you got yourself into a "situation" because now I'm there myself! It's quite humbling, to say the least :) I actually had a good laugh over it, after the humiliation wore off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there ya have it! Now that it's all out in the open, I pretty much feel even older! I thought confession was good for the soul?!? Oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As often as I am reminded that time is not slowing down, I do see benefits of getting older. Maybe I'll have to post those sometime too. Although, I might have to think a little harder about those points :) Oh, and honey, sorry I had to include you in this topic, but you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a year and a half older than me!!! Ya know what? I feel much better now! Thanks hon! And I have to add, there's no one I'd rather grow old and feeble with, than you! Someday we'll be reminding each other to put our teeth in, and to put our Depends on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, overall I do think you're only as old as you feel. It's a state of mind, right? But I have to say, when you're stuck on the floor, knees in pain, you feel pretty darn old!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-6035086083175775717?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6035086083175775717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6035086083175775717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6035086083175775717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6035086083175775717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/02/were-getting-older.html' title='We&apos;re Getting OLDer!!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R729vTZaAVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fyqMpRLcaWI/s72-c/IMG_5563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2790103508298123895</id><published>2008-01-23T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:27:49.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life...</title><content type='html'>Oh my, where do I begin? This has been one of those days that has seemingly lasted forever, and those days usually aren't good ones. However, they are usually memorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to the crying of one of the twins. Wait, actually let me preface that with this: Last night I got out of bed 7 times to tend to the needs of my 3 year old twins. (Who knew someone could actually pee four times throughout one night?) Okay, back to the story. After a rather sleepless night, I awoke to Gracie crying in her bed. I knew right away what the problem was. She has been battling a fever/cough/congestion for 5 days now and pretty much feels miserable. As I was tending to Grace, I was informed by Lyndsey that Hannah and Emmy were both coughing and burning up as well. As I imagined my day tending to 3 children with the flu, I was tempted to crawl back into bed and hope it was all just a bad dream. No such luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problem caring for my kids when they're sick. I wouldn't give anyone else that privilege. Really. I take pride in the fact that Mommy is the one who brings them comfort and care. But I hate seeing my girls uncomfortable and just generally feeling yucky! My heart aches for them. So as I continue this story, please keep these things in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Gracie's fever has lasted so many days and isn't going away, I decided she should see a doctor today. The visit went fine. My husband worked from home a couple hours so I didn't have to drag the other 2 girls with me. Less is always better in a doctor's office :) (Thanks honey!) After dropping off the prescription at the pharmacy, I returned home and put my little ones down for a nap. Aagghh! All was good...for a little while. When I went upstairs to wake the twins, I found Grace sleeping and Emily drawing a "mural" on her bedroom wall with crayon. I didn't even know she had crayons in her room! This is when I had to remind myself to take deep breaths and stay calm. Fortunately, the crayon came off relatively easy. Just as I was finishing cleaning, Grace was tugging on my arm. I turned around to find that she was wet from her waist down. Yep, she had a little accident during her nap. What I found somewhat exasperating though, was that she started "going" while still in bed, and continued going while she walked across the room to me. The trail she left was rather evident. Guess she really had to go! So after washing her bedding, cleaning the carpet and her clothes (and Grace), I suddenly remembered I needed to check the mail. (We have been expecting something important to arrive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed across the street to see if the mail had arrived. What I was hoping to see wasn't there. Oh well. A neighbor was also checking their mail so we chatted a few minutes and then I headed back to the house. Upon opening our front door, I encountered the bare backside of Gracie. Hmm, that was peculiar. Cute, but peculiar :) But occasionally she changes her clothes throughout the day so I told her to find her clothes and please put them on. I didn't think too much more about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the afternoon went by rather uneventfully, thank goodness. I prepared dinner and the girls and I sat down to eat. Adam has very busy Wednesdays at work and doesn't usually come home until 9:30ish at night, so it was just me and the girls. Surprisingly, dinner went quite uneventfully as well. As I was cleaning up the kitchen I heard Emily call for me from the bathroom. The sound I heard next was unmistakable. Let's just say, Emily's eaten dinner was now decorating various parts of the bathroom. Sigh. At least she was in the right room for it to happen. Poor thing. Needless to say, I had more cleaning to do. Oh, and as I went to put a washcloth under the faucet, I found Gracie's missing undies in the bathroom sink. I won't say anything other than they were "dirty." Not wet this time, just "dirty." You know what I mean. Another time to take some deep breaths.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the girls' bed time is just about here, and I must say.....yippee!!! They have been watching a movie while I've been writing this post. No one has puked, peed, or otherwise during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end my post with this thought: Yes, I look forward to a new day tomorrow. But mostly my thought is this: I love my girls so much! God has given me strength to get through this crazy day. And as hectic as it was, I realize that I am still extremely blessed to be their Mom. I fail so many times in my reactions to them. I fail in the amount of time I give them. I fail in showing them patience. And as much as I love to be the one they come to for comfort and reassurance, God is the only One who will never let them down. He is the One who meets their needs perfectly. He is the One who created them and loves them unconditionally every time, all the time. They, as I, can depend on Him for all they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for these 4 amazing gifts you have given to me. Help me to be the Mom they need me to be; the Mom that continually points them to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2790103508298123895?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2790103508298123895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2790103508298123895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2790103508298123895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2790103508298123895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4225791090582849871</id><published>2008-01-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:02:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; When I was a kid, I figured we'd have flying cars by the year 2008....or certainly by 2010! I'm finding the older I get, the faster the years go by. I sometimes wish they'd start slowing down a little bit. I'm reminded to take each day, each moment and treasure it. I certainly don't take advantage of every moment like I should, but watching my children certainly helps me remember to savor "normalcy" a little more often. I absolutely delighted in watching my girls open their gifts Christmas morning. I loved watching them unwrap "just what they wanted." Seeing their excitement in giving gifts to me and their Daddy was very heart warming as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing snow isn't too common since moving to Oregon, but when the snow does fall, they rush to the window and watch the white flakes with wonder and smiling faces. Usually I start thinking about how cold it is outside when I see snow covering the grass. Sometimes it's good to be child-like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with the new year has come a new look.....a new look for me, that is. After being a blond for most of my life, I am now a brunette. Shocking, I know! The last few years I have had more and more trouble covering up my dark brown roots coming in. If I didn't keep up on it, I started to get a dark "ring" around the top of my head. Not a good thing! So, the other day I decided to stop fighting it, and just give in to my "au naturale" color. (Sigh) When I came home from the salon, I heard several gasps from my family....not really a good thing either. Of course my husband assured me he liked it (smart move, dear) but it was such a drastic change, I knew they were having a hard time embracing my "new" self. I've had it brown a few days now, and can say that I honestly do like it now. I don't regret my decision to go darker; I was definitely ready for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing, I'm pretty sure brunettes have just as much fun as blonds! And I have also been told by all 4 of my girls that I am very pretty with my new hair (their words, not mine) so I think I've switched to the dark side for good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pictures are coming later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4225791090582849871?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4225791090582849871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4225791090582849871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4225791090582849871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4225791090582849871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-look.html' title='A New Year, A New Look'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-6305614731923216696</id><published>2007-12-13T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:11:39.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savoring Christmas Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-12.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158291762194&amp;amp;site=widget-12.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158291762194&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p1/504403158291762194/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158291762194&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-12.slide.com/p2/504403158291762194/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-6305614731923216696?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/6305614731923216696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=6305614731923216696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6305614731923216696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/6305614731923216696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/12/savoring-christmas-memories.html' title='Savoring Christmas Memories'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-3680861304197303894</id><published>2007-12-13T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:20:57.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing for the King!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R2F9MFyQxYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/94sH2P5_9wQ/s1600-h/IMG_5379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143529896098710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R2F9MFyQxYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/94sH2P5_9wQ/s400/IMG_5379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night was the Christmas program for our 3 youngest girls. It was a first time performance for all three. I must say, I was nervous for the twins. They do not like a lot of attention drawn to themselves publicly. And obviously singing Christmas songs on stage in front of 1300 people is just asking for attention! I was actually quite pleased that Grace and Emmy even stood on stage. Gracie had a little trouble beforehand because her Daddy dropped her off and left without giving her the standard kiss and hug. Not good! Eventually she calmed down and made her first debut on stage with the rest of the preschoolers. I think the 3 yr olds were on stage maybe 15 minutes or so and the twins didn't open their mouths in song even once! It was actually quite amusing watching them stand there somewhat shell shocked :) I was just glad they didn't scream, puke, or run off stage. They stood there stiffly and silently through the whole performance. I was still so proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah Boo, on the other hand, rocked out the house!!! This was, like I said, her first performance of any kind, and she did fabulously! She sang her little heart out and knew every motion and every word. Adam and I chuckled as we watched her bob and sway to every song. She had the beat! Hannah definitely enjoyed herself up there. My heart soared with pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whether singing out loud, or not so loud (or not at all!), I knew that this was a time in which children were remembering who they were celebrating. The One that came and was born to save us from our sins. The One that came to give us hope. The One that came so we could have life more abundantly. And as we celebrate Jesus' birth we also need to remember that it's also because of His death and resurrection that we can have eternal life. Because of God's immense love for us, He gave His Son. How much love does that require? Love beyond my comprehension! But I am so grateful for it! Sadly, I sometimes take that love for granted all too often. But my Heavenly Father is still there, holding His outstretched arms to me, always welcoming me back. God, you're love, grace, forgiveness, and mercy are so wonderful beyond words! I need to remember that those gifts are mine every day....every season. So yes, the birth of that little baby gives me much reason to celebrate! Thank you Lord!&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/9192830705694588730-3680861304197303894?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3680861304197303894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=3680861304197303894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3680861304197303894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3680861304197303894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/12/singing-for-king.html' title='Singing for the King!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R2F9MFyQxYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/94sH2P5_9wQ/s72-c/IMG_5379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4046874653310287097</id><published>2007-11-24T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:32:04.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Heart</title><content type='html'>It is the season of thanks; the time of year people most often take into account all the blessings and goodness that is in their lives. I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and cherished every bit of "goodness" on that special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving was a big "first" for us. It was the first time that we didn't share our big meal with our extended family. I must admit that when we moved to Oregon back in June, I wondered what our Thanksgiving would be like. I knew we wouldn't be making a trip to Ohio or Wisconsin, and figured others wouldn't be coming here. (It's quite a costly trip coming from the Midwest!) So, as the weeks counted down until turkey day, I wondered what our plans would be. I eventually decided that we would just be eating turkey for months on end, because 2 adults and 4 children can only eat so much! We, however, did receive several invitations to join other families for the day. We were blessed by others thoughtfulness and concern~ thank you so much to all who invited us! It meant much to know you were willing to share your table and time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one invitation in particular that we accepted. In the short time we have lived in Oregon, God has truly blessed me with a very fast friendship. It wasn't long before our families spent some time together and now I think the rest is history! Well, history in the making maybe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Missy, thanks so much for sharing your day with us! We couldn't have asked for a better time! You guys have quickly become family to us. Just for the record....Missy is the queen of Nerts (sp?).  Actually, that doesn't really sound that flattering, does it??? Well, I'm sure she'll take it as a compliment :) The meal was incredible and the company was even better! Thanks for making this Thanksgiving a great one for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of our family far away who might have missed us at their tables this year, we want you to know that we missed you too. But God has been faithful and loving in providing us a support of "family" here too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God is good all the time...for that I am forever thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i9dPxZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O9ehyCA4eDc/s1600-h/IMG_5224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136563685163651186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i9dPxZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O9ehyCA4eDc/s320/IMG_5224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i96fxZ0II/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ewOncaTGDg/s1600-h/IMG_5252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136564187674824834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i96fxZ0II/AAAAAAAAAFc/-ewOncaTGDg/s320/IMG_5252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i_rfxZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yx22Pmbpqdg/s1600-h/IMG_5256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136566129000042658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i_rfxZ0KI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Yx22Pmbpqdg/s320/IMG_5256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136565738158018706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i_UvxZ0JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iimi1fHrbJM/s320/IMG_5222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136567413195264194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0jA2PxZ0MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dlYlBqx49DA/s320/IMG_5228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136566640101150898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0jAJPxZ0LI/AAAAAAAAAF0/d8pj8zzQtAU/s320/IMG_5259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136567937181274322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0jBUvxZ0NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NM5OxmOw5DY/s320/IMG_5263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just so you know, the kids' hair does not usually look like this.  All of the children posted here are quite normal looking.  They had fun with these little makeovers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4046874653310287097?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4046874653310287097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4046874653310287097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4046874653310287097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4046874653310287097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgivings-past-and-present.html' title='Thankful Heart'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0i9dPxZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/O9ehyCA4eDc/s72-c/IMG_5224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-9199958992500967539</id><published>2007-11-23T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:01:24.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's 6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=936748722495327482&amp;amp;site=widget-fa.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=936748722495327482&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p1/936748722495327482/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=936748722495327482&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p2/936748722495327482/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-9199958992500967539?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/9199958992500967539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=9199958992500967539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/9199958992500967539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/9199958992500967539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/11/hannah.html' title='Hannah&apos;s 6th Birthday'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-7464113621229716627</id><published>2007-11-23T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:07:01.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0dIsfxZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NKuaI00qqVY/s1600-h/IMG_5188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0dIsfxZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NKuaI00qqVY/s320/IMG_5188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136153829319495778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Hannah Brooke just celebrated her 6th birthday on Nov. 20. She wanted to spend the evening with her family at Chuck E. Cheese. I think she had a lot fun, to say the least! Hannah walked right up to Chuck E. Cheese and asked to have her picture taken with him (while her older sister tearfully tried to hide herself at the table!). Hannah has always been the brave one of her sisters, which scares her Mom a little bit. I was quite sure that by the time Hannah turned 3, she would have her first visit to the emergency room. Surprisingly, she hasn't made a visit yet in her six years. (Except for a trip made 2 years ago in the middle of the night with whooping cough.) But, so far, her injuries haven't been too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah has such an adventurous spirit about her. I love watching her get excited about new challenges and accomplishing new feats! And while she loves excitement and adventure, she also has a gentle, compassionate heart. She has a heart that is very aware of what others around her need. Just recently I have found her sweeping the floor for me, putting away toys, or helping her little sisters reach something that's out of their reach. She isn't asked to do any of these things; it's purely out of a desire to care for and help others. I am so thankful for her sensitivity to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah is also our source for lots of laughs! I posted some "Hannahisms" a while ago that show what a sense of humor she has as well. She has a contagious smile that melts my heart and makes me smile too (sometimes when I don't want to smile because she is being talked to sternly. I don't know how many times I've had to turn away because I don't want her to see me smiling when I'm trying to discipline her on a certain issue. The expressions this kid makes are sometimes too much!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this daughter of ours is just an unbelievable blessing from God. I am so glad she is mine. It's my honor to raise this little girl into a young lady who loves her Heavenly Father. I love you Hannah Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-7464113621229716627?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/7464113621229716627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=7464113621229716627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7464113621229716627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/7464113621229716627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/11/six-and-counting.html' title='Six and Counting'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/R0dIsfxZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NKuaI00qqVY/s72-c/IMG_5188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5236907173934280788</id><published>2007-11-07T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:11:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158290375119&amp;amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158290375119&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/504403158290375119/bb_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RzC5r6dkdVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-173xm9Bcqc/s320/IMG_5178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129801940630533426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RzC3r6dkdTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9ohx19AVBCk/s320/IMG_5182.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129804302862546274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RzC51adkdWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HevezuMkbxM/s320/IMG_5180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look marvelous? One of my 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; twins looked at these pictures today and said "Aw, Daddy is so adorable!" The girls were quite proud of their creations :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so thankful that I have a husband who is willing to spend this kind of time with his daughters. He has never once complained or shown any regret that we never had a son. He's totally willing to sit and have his hair (not to mention his manhood) completely adulterated if it means spending time with his girls :) It just warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of some men that are all about being a "man's man," but I see my husband being more concerned about being "God's man" instead. For that, I am grateful beyond words. Being sensitive to who God wants him to be as a dad, as a husband, and as a friend is what makes him a real man, in my eyes. I have seen my husband grow in his sensitivity to his girls (all 5 of us) over the years, and again, it warms my heart. He continues to strive toward gentleness with his little ladies. Some day our girls will grow into young women, and I know how much they will appreciate his gentleness, patience, and sensitivity to their needs as girls. They (as I) need him to be "God's man." It's a great deal of responsibility that he has taken seriously. Thank you honey! Because you choose to honor God as my husband, and the father of my children, you are all the man I need....pretty bows and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and to those of you who are waiting for my pumpkin patch pictures, they are coming soon. I promise! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-302088026792417566?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/302088026792417566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=302088026792417566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/302088026792417566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/302088026792417566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/11/hair-dosand-don.html' title='Hair Do&apos;s....and Don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RzC5r6dkdVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/-173xm9Bcqc/s72-c/IMG_5178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4869814321259980113</id><published>2007-10-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:07:48.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Bed</title><content type='html'>Morning.... It's never been my best time of day. Rolling out of bed only when I absolutely have to, has been the start of my day for years; maybe my whole life. The idea of waking at the crack of dawn has never appealed to me. If I got up that early I would be so tired...and so crabby. I needed as much sleep as possible to successfully function throughout the day, right? Yep, the later my feet touched the floor, the better. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been inspired and encouraged by someone that I've always respected and admired. He reminded me (probably without even realizing that he was speaking to me personally) that my day is won (or lost) by when I choose to start and end my day. With 4 little girls I've always considered their bedtime to be "me time." Of course by evening, I'm feeling quite exhausted and run down. But I also feel the pressure to take advantage of that time to have some relaxing moments for myself and time to reconnect with my husband. So often that meant finishing the evening with a movie or something mindless. Soon I would find that it was really late at night and time for bed. I would climb the stairs extremely tired wishing I could sleep in the next morning. What a miserable rut I was in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...as of today I have chosen to stop that unhealthy routine. Last night I was in bed 1 to 2 hours earlier than usual and at 6:00 this morning I awoke to my husband nudging me, reminding me that it was time to start my new routine. (Okay, I actually didn't get up until about 6:10). My hubby and I came downstairs, started the coffee, grabbed our Bibles, and cozied up on the sofa in front of the fireplace. We spent about an hour doing our devotions, enjoying our coffee, and savoring the quiet moments before the kids came down. By the time I woke up my oldest daughter so she could get ready for school, I was feeling so refreshed and renewed. I was ready to start my day as a mother of 4. I wasn't running around half asleep, mumbling complaints under my breath, wanting only to return to the comfort of my bed. No! I was reflecting on what I read in Scripture. My heart was thankful, my mind clear. I would never have guessed I could feel that way before 7:00 in the morning! I have gotten up early many times before, but usually only out of obligation, or necessity; not by pure desire to take ownership of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times before I would "fit" my quiet time with the Lord into my day. If I had a few spare minutes, I would do my devotions, not having a whole lot of time to reflect on what I had read. Sad, but true. I convinced myself that I needed that extra time to sleep every morning, because my days are so busy. It's just amazing how God has changed my view...and my desire. So often I had already lost many battles with impatience, quick-temper, and bad attitudes by the time I took time to really listen to God (my devotions). I often prayed throughout my days, always asking for His help and strength to get through the afternoon, but I didn't make "listening" a priority when I should have. I don't want to survive my day, I want to thrive in my day. I know that is what God wants for me. My flesh is strong (especially early in the morning) but I have the freedom not to give into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my days are going to be "a piece of cake" now, just because I've changed my priorities, but I know that how I act during my days will be more a reflection of my Heavenly Father than of a stressed out mom who's holding on by a thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask me in a month if I'm sticking to this commitment I've made. I hope I can honestly say that I am. My husband and I are taking on this challenge together, so I have his encouragement. I'm sure I will need it! Discipline is rarely easy, but always necessary. I need discipline in many areas of my life, but now I am choosing to be victorious in the Battle of the Bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-4869814321259980113?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4869814321259980113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4869814321259980113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4869814321259980113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4869814321259980113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/10/battle-of-bed.html' title='Battle of the Bed'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-3498502853439404868</id><published>2007-09-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:17:59.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies from Hannah</title><content type='html'>Our 5 (almost 6) year old daughter has quite the sense of humor. On several occasions she has made her Dad and I laugh because of her unexpected comments, a silly face, or just because of her outlook on life in general. She has, in my opinion, always lived quite happily in "Hannah Land." She is by far the roughest and toughest of the Jackson girls, but at the same time, has such a sweet spirit and soft heart. So often I have wanted to write down some of the comments she's made, fearing that I someday will forget the funny things she says. I have forgotten too many of them already, so I thought I'd share a couple of her recent "funnies" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was driving Hannah and her little sisters to school, when Hannah asked me if I liked to drive. "Well," I replied, "I don't know if I like it or not, but I sure seem to do a lot of it!" She then told me that I should become a taxi driver. To my amusement, she went on to explain that "all we need to do is paint the van yellow, put a white sign on it, and you (Mom) need to grow a beard." I guess that's how she envisions taxi drivers! Oh, and of course this was all said quite matter-of-factly. She didn't see anything silly about it at all....just the things that needed to be done in order for me to make the transformation. Too funny Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for funny #2.....today I overheard Hannah talking to her little sisters as they were playing on the living room floor. This is what I heard her saying..."Hey twins, do you know what bacon is made of? When pigs die, and they're cooked, it's bacon! And chicken comes from chickens! And fish comes from fish!". To that I said "What about cows?" "Yuck!" she said. "Nobody eats cows, that's disgusting!" This coming from the girl that always orders a cheeseburg&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RvvhRm0LF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZvX_4UOb2QY/s1600-h/IMG_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114929494402734018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RvvhRm0LF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZvX_4UOb2QY/s320/IMG_5071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er whenever we go out to eat! Oh Hannah you really do make your Mom chuckle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rvsz0W0LF7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/3W8SExTK_p0/s1600-h/IMG_5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe these things don't sound too funny, but hearing Hannah talk in her animated fashion, and saying things with such certainty, along with her vibrant facial expressions, just does my heart good. Hannah Banana, you have blessed my heart many times and I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-3498502853439404868?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3498502853439404868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=3498502853439404868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3498502853439404868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3498502853439404868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/09/funnies-from-hannah.html' title='Funnies from Hannah'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RvvhRm0LF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ZvX_4UOb2QY/s72-c/IMG_5071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-4710330876952931677</id><published>2007-09-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:20:40.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the Nest...Temporarily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYknKJcMSI/AAAAAAAAADk/B9AulxqqzDQ/s1600-h/IMG_5045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108811082455855394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYknKJcMSI/AAAAAAAAADk/B9AulxqqzDQ/s320/IMG_5045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems a lifetime ago that my husband and I started having children, although it was really only 8 years ago. And it seems also, that once the first one was born, the other 3 came along quite quickly. And because they pretty much came one right after the other (and by the pair) that there was always a baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been a big one for me as a mom. For the first time in 8 years I was able to leave the house without a diaper bag, sippy cups, pacifiers, wipes (although I still use these things 'cause they're so darn handy!) and anything else affiliated with an infant. Oh how my definitions of "freedom" have changed over the years! When the twins were born, there was a stock pile of diapers, wipes, diaper cream, and formula. And it seemed that no matter how much I tried, I just was always in a state of sleep deprivation. There are very sweet memories that come from that time in my life, but I find myself in a new stage of "mommyhood" that is bound to have it's share of sweet memories too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYiCqJcMNI/AAAAAAAAADA/pnTbAbCGGfg/s1600-h/IMG_5050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108808256367374546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYiCqJcMNI/AAAAAAAAADA/pnTbAbCGGfg/s320/IMG_5050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days I will be experiencing a new "first." Sometime Wednesday afternoon I will be found at home....BY MYSELF!!!! I'm sure to some, this may seem like no big deal, but to me, it's thrilling and kind of scary all at the same time. All 4 of my girls are attending school this year. We have a second grader, a Kindergartner, and the twins are in preschool. Our oldest is gone all day and our 5 year old is in school afternoons only, and the 2 youngest will be gone Monday and Wednesday afternoons. The 3 youngest girls are only gone 2 1/2 hours during the afternoon, but that's more "alone" time than I'm used to on a typical day. Between different pick-up and drop-off times, I'll actually be spending a lot of my "free time" driving, but I've decided I'm okay with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are growing up. There were days in the past several years that I wasn't sure I'd make it through without losing complete sanity. For those of you who know me, I'm sure it seems I lost quite a bit of it :) But this new stage has me thinking. Now that my girls are "leaving the nest" for a good part of their day, are they ready? As their mother, have I prepared them? Did I nurture their "ouchies" and their hearts? Have I let them see enough of Jesus in me, so they can show Him to others? I realize they are actually still quite young, and it's not like they are going off to college tomorrow. But, I don't think that's any reason not to reflect on these things. I find myself losing patience with these little ones that need so much tenderness and care....and patience. I want to become a better mom to my children. Amazingly, it seems that my girls only ever love and forgive me, no matter how "short" I am with them, or how busy I can get sometimes. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYjQKJcMPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OLYi3fc3EPg/s1600-h/IMG_5060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108809587807236338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYjQKJcMPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OLYi3fc3EPg/s320/IMG_5060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I still have time to learn from their examples of unconditional love and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself wishing they could actually stay home with Mom a little bit longer. I love you my little princesses!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYkFaJcMRI/AAAAAAAAADc/TblA7A3wU0o/s1600-h/IMG_5068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108810502635270418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYkFaJcMRI/AAAAAAAAADc/TblA7A3wU0o/s320/IMG_5068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108811834075132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYlS6JcMTI/AAAAAAAAADs/jQiKopGo4mk/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /&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/9192830705694588730-4710330876952931677?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/4710330876952931677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=4710330876952931677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4710330876952931677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/4710330876952931677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/09/leaving-nesttemporarily.html' title='Leaving the Nest...Temporarily'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RuYknKJcMSI/AAAAAAAAADk/B9AulxqqzDQ/s72-c/IMG_5045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-871050500414390293</id><published>2007-08-29T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:52:36.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-97.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158273846423&amp;amp;site=widget-97.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158273846423&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-97.slide.com/p1/504403158273846423/bb_t028_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RtY2_KJcMLI/AAAAAAAAACw/1uA3eiHFRwk/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104327686354645170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family had an impromptu getaway this past weekend. We had been planning on visiting Depoe Bay, OR to do some whale watching on Monday. After thinking about a 2 1/2 (plus) drive there and back, we decided that was a bit too much "van time" for the kids...not to mention for Mom and Dad! So while having lunch Sunday afternoon we spontaneously decided to head out for the coast that afternoon and spend the night in the Newport area Sunday so we could have all day Monday to sight see. It proved to be a great idea! We had a wonderful time walking along the beach collecting shells, visiting the coastal towns, (and sampling the tastes of those towns!) and seeing breathtaking views of God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw 3 whales right off the coast. Wow! That was a first for all of us. One whale in particular was so close to the shore that you didn't even need binoculars to see it. It was just incredible! We also saw seals swimming around in the ocean. Another first for us. I think I was much more excited than the kids :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night my husband and I sat outside our hotel room (it was right on the beach!) and just marveled at God's spectacular creation. There were thousands of stars in the sky and it seemed the ocean just stretched out forever in front of us. We listened to the waves hit the shore and stayed warm in each other's arms. Definitely a top memory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were totally worn out when we returned home late Monday night, but it was well worth it! We're thinking about making it a tradition every year before school starts up. We just can't get over how much stuff there is to see and do in this part of the country. We are lovin' it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2089664283487292867?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2089664283487292867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2089664283487292867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2089664283487292867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2089664283487292867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-minute-getaway.html' title='Last Minute Getaway!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/RtY2_KJcMLI/AAAAAAAAACw/1uA3eiHFRwk/s72-c/IMG_4951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5588497653817296402</id><published>2007-08-22T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:24:46.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Northwest</title><content type='html'>This morning I was taking a walk and thinking what a beautiful area of the country we are now living in. As I looked into the distance I saw massive mountains spanning across the horizon. Above the mountains I saw a vibrant blue sky speckled with white puffy clouds. The trees and grass around me were the greenest I've ever seen. All the colors and sights of this landscape had me in awe. It was a breathtaking view. Plus, the air just seems so sweet here in Oregon. I'm sure it's the lack of humidity that makes it such a pleasure to breathe in! The temperature (most days) is mild and the rain may make it's appearance some afternoons, but then often leads into a gorgeous evening. (Yes, I realize the rainy season is just around the corner!) I know everyone has trees, and clouds, and grass, but it just seems especially beautiful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder why God lead us out here, taking us so far away from family and friends. But, I am so grateful and content to be where we are. Yes, Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to be very difficult this year. No family get-togethers and no gift exchanges, but we still have our family of six. I wouldn't trade that for anything. And we have our God. Irreplaceable. I wonder if we aren't out here "by ourselves" so we can learn the importance and value of our family (the 6 of us.) I am quite sure we need the ongoing lesson of relying on and trusting God, especially when we don't have the support system we're used to. We want Him to be our Rock no matter where we are. And yes, we are enjoying getting to know our new family (BCC) very much! They have given us such a warm welcome. In a sense, it has felt like home from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post has been more a time of "reflection," but in the end, I am left with feelings of gratitude, awe, and thankfulness for God's grace, unending love, and perfect timing. I am reminded of Psalm 136~ His faithful love endures forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-5588497653817296402?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5588497653817296402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5588497653817296402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5588497653817296402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5588497653817296402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/great-northwest.html' title='The Great Northwest'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5643241487603121818</id><published>2007-08-14T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:48:22.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Music</title><content type='html'>Today this Mom's ears were blessed with some of the sweetest music I've ever heard. My morning had been particularly difficult. The twins were going at it for about the 5th round of yelling, fighting, and were refusing to share with each other. My 8 year old and I had a little "run-in" with each other about what outfit she would wear for the day. She wanted to wow the neighborhood with her new school clothes and I wanted her to wear her cut-offs and old t-shirt so she could run around and feel free to dirty up. (She's only 8 and it's starting already???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started up the steps to begrudgingly fold 3 loads of laundry that I've been putting off for quite some time. As I was nearing the toppling pile of laundry, I was reminding myself of how "unfair" and "difficult" motherhood was. I was doing a pretty good job of making myself feel justified for my ever brooding bad attitude. So I folded all the laundry and proceeded to put it all into the correct closets and drawers. I was just about to open my 5 year old's bedroom door to put her stuff away, but stopped. On the other side of that door, my daughter was ministering to her Mom and didn't even know it. She was playing her sister's little pink guitar and singing such a sweet song. It didn't have a consistent melody, and would've been considered off key by most, but the words were heart-warming. Nothing rhymed and it didn't seem to have a verse or chorus, but these were the lyrics I heard being sung so heart felt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want to obey, Oh I want to obey&lt;br /&gt;God loves me and I love Him&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm naughty and I get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;But I want to obey&lt;br /&gt;God loves me, God loves me&lt;br /&gt;I love God, I love God&lt;br /&gt;And I want to obey Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitterness and "it's not fair!" attitude started to melt away as I listened to this song. It was the heart of my little girl being displayed in song! Yep, she certainly taught this lady a lesson! Instead of being so caught up in what wasn't fair in my world, I needed to be thinking about what was so great in my world. I have a God that loves me unconditionally (even when my attitude stinks!). He has given me hope through His son. And yes, sometimes I'm naughty, but I want to obey Him because I love Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks Hannah, for blessing your Mom with that beautiful song. You think I am the one that teaches you things, but you have taught me some very important things as well! God has used your sweet spirit and loving heart to remind me of His love and goodness. Your music did my soul some good so keep on singing Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-5643241487603121818?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5643241487603121818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5643241487603121818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5643241487603121818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5643241487603121818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-seet-music.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Music'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5392612061319337169</id><published>2007-08-08T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:16:56.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-0c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158269543180&amp;amp;site=widget-0c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=504403158269543180&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0c.slide.com/p1/504403158269543180/bb_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=504403158269543180&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-0c.slide.com/p2/504403158269543180/bb_t001_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9192830705694588730-5392612061319337169?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5392612061319337169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5392612061319337169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5392612061319337169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5392612061319337169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-3079026744211948246</id><published>2007-08-08T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:42:41.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rro2oMeMhLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Fn1VaaljqQ/s1600-h/IMG_4784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096445992493679794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rro2oMeMhLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Fn1VaaljqQ/s320/IMG_4784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rro1H8eMhKI/AAAAAAAAABw/e161uAQOOcQ/s1600-h/IMG_4784.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Our oldest daughter, Lyndsey, turned eight a few days ago. Wow! It just doesn't seem possible, and yet it is very true! On August 5, 1999, an absolute wonder of God's creation entered my life. I remember being amazed when I first laid eyes on my little girl. The first words out of my mouth when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lynds&lt;/span&gt; was born were "God is so good!" And now when I look at my beautiful 8 year old girl, my thoughts are still the same. God, you have given me a treasure in my Lyndsey! You are so good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Lyndsey and her family spent the day at the Children's Museum in Portland and had a great time! It was fun watching Lyndsey and her sisters use their imagination all afternoon. She then had dinner at Chevy's, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; restaurant. After we were done eating, the Chevy's staff serenaded her with a song and gave her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sombrero&lt;/span&gt; to keep. She wore it quite proudly :) Then we spent time browsing in a local book store, which she liked, since reading is one of her favorite things to do. There are so many things I love about my oldest daughter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She loves her sisters and watches out for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She loves Jesus and desires to obey Him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She is an excellent reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She is a huge help to her mom on a daily basis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She shows concern for others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She is already a planner (just like Mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She gives great hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She is a giggler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She is always ready to forgive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She has gorgeous blue eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She is a sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;She loves me and her dad, even though we aren't perfect parents...thank you honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;I just can't express how much I love this little girl, that's growing up to be a young lady. All too soon she's going to be a teenager, making some very big decisions in life. Lord, I pray she chooses to follow you all of her life. And please help me to love her as you love her. Thank you for giving us Lyndsey. She's so special and I can't imagine my life without her. I love you Lyndsey Lu!&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/9192830705694588730-3079026744211948246?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/3079026744211948246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=3079026744211948246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3079026744211948246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/3079026744211948246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/8-already.html' title='8 Already?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rro2oMeMhLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6Fn1VaaljqQ/s72-c/IMG_4784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-8168444575407272471</id><published>2007-08-07T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:27:22.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Trifle Delight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rrjg8MeMhJI/AAAAAAAAABo/VCGzFk2H23s/s1600-h/IMG_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096070303114364050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rrjg8MeMhJI/AAAAAAAAABo/VCGzFk2H23s/s320/IMG_4774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;I just wanted to post a picture of the dessert I made the other day. It's based off of another recipe, but I made a few tweaks to it. I must say, it's sublime! I thought it was pretty to look at and others told me it tasted just as great. Now, I'm definitely not tooting my own horn, because it was super simple to make, and it probably could have been "prettied up" a little bit more. But I really enjoyed making it and certainly enjoyed eating it! I have decided to call it a chocolate pudding and toffee trifle. I'll be sharing the recipe in a future post, if anyone is interested. Oh, and this trifle is certainly not figure friendly, which is probably what makes it taste so good :)&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/9192830705694588730-8168444575407272471?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/8168444575407272471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=8168444575407272471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8168444575407272471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/8168444575407272471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/chocolate-trifle-delight.html' title='Chocolate Trifle Delight!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iD8twe0SNhY/Rrjg8MeMhJI/AAAAAAAAABo/VCGzFk2H23s/s72-c/IMG_4774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-633311925730062754</id><published>2007-08-03T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:13:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, But Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Today, just as many days, has been a crazy, hectic and busy day.  What have I accomplished today?  Not a whole lot it seems, and yet I find myself preparing for my husband to come home from work already.  Nothing special was on my agenda today; I made a quick trip to the grocery store, made the kids lunch, threw in a load of laundry, made a dessert for a get-together I'm attending tonight, played a few rounds of "squirt guns" with my girls, cleaned up several spills, did dishes, the list goes on and on with mundane things.  And yet, I look back at my day with contentment and satisfaction.  Oh yes, and with gratitude.  Grateful for spilled juice and loads of laundry, you ask?  Well, kind of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Having a day like today reminds me that God has given me the desires of my heart.  No I do not like juice stains on our white carpet, but I do love my little Gracie who put them there!  Did I really appreciate the grass stains I scrubbed at on Hannah's new capris?  No, not especially, but I love being Hannah's mom and doing her laundry so she can have clean clothes to wear every day (even if they don't stay clean very long!).  As long as I can remember I've had a desire to simply be a mom and nothing else.  Well, I wanted to be a wife too....first thing's first :)  There are several days, I'm ashamed to say, that I would love to take a looong vacation from motherhood, but here I am with 4 fantastic daughters, a husband who loves me, even though I don't deserve it, and a house with a bathroom just for me and my husband....does it get any better than this?  I think not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So today, I just wanted to take time to say "thank you" Lord!  Thank you for taking the ordinary and making it an extraordinary blessing for me.  God you are so good and you know me well.  For that, I am thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-633311925730062754?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/633311925730062754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=633311925730062754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/633311925730062754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/633311925730062754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy-but-good.html' title='Busy, But Good'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-2517350044414518916</id><published>2007-07-31T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:12:22.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on up!....or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This morning my four little girls were outside riding their bikes. I felt this was the perfect time for me to get some laundry/housework done, without too many interruptions. Every few minutes I would glance out the window just to make sure all was well . At one point, I looked outside and saw a woman talking to my 2 oldest daughters. I quickly put the laundry aside and went outside to join my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It was then that I met one of our new neighbors. She and I talked a while, asking the typical questions that new neighbors do. "Where are you from?" "What brought you to Oregon?" Things like that. She had already met my husband a week before and already knew what line of "work" we were in. I was telling her what a big move it was for us, packing everything up and hauling our entire lives all the way from Ohio to Oregon. To that she said sometimes that's what you have to do to work your way up in a profession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My husband's profession is a youth pastor. Although we don't really look at it as a "profession," but as a ministry. After she talked about "moving our way up the career ladder" (becoming a senior pastor or executive pastor) I found myself wanting to explain that "moving up" is not what's important to us. If my husband is a youth pastor still when he is 50, I am confident that the Lord will still be using him to draw students to Himself. (If God ever does call my husband to be a senior pastor, my hope is that we would joyfully follow His leading.) God is not interested in my husband's title, rank, income, or what "rung of the ladder" he's on. God is only concerned that my husband (and I) are seeking Him constantly and sharing His love with others through how we live our lives. God wants our lives, every aspect of them, to glorify Him. Whoa, there's some heavy thinking :) I find it a great honor to say that I'm the wife of a youth pastor, because I know how the Lord has used my husband to change lives and hearts of countless students over the years. My husband's obedience to God's calling has eternal results. Not too many "professions" can say that!  I don't mean to sound like my husband is "above" others just because he's a pastor.  That's not what I'm saying at all.  But I am proud to boast of the God that chooses to use us for His glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So, moving on up? Nah, I don't think so, and that's okay with me! My prayer is that God will continue to give us the wonderful privilege of ministering to students....and neighbors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-2517350044414518916?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/2517350044414518916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=2517350044414518916' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2517350044414518916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/2517350044414518916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/07/moving-on-upor-not.html' title='Moving on up!....or not'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192830705694588730.post-5146060500149118008</id><published>2007-07-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:27:05.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Goes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Well, I've finally done it! After much "nudging" from my husband, I have decided to start my own blog. I've given in to the pressures around me :) I have no idea how to "blog," but I'll give it my best shot! I tend to be computer illiterate, so it may take time for me to post pictures and stuff like that. I guess I'm using this blog as an outlet for thoughts, keeping in touch with family and friends miles away, and maybe even sharing some recipes at times. So welcome! Grab your favorite mug of coffee or tea (or drink of your choice) , get comfy and join me as I savor the mocha moments in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192830705694588730-5146060500149118008?l=my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/feeds/5146060500149118008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192830705694588730&amp;postID=5146060500149118008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5146060500149118008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192830705694588730/posts/default/5146060500149118008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mocha-moments.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-it-goes.html' title='Here It Goes!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278188633125919024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TgGQgARe3JM/Twd9fTX4qOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/T-TgOw8JFlQ/s220/IMG_0002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
