<?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-7455331287073905952</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:33:02.799-06:00</updated><category term='siblings'/><category term='our son'/><category term='God'/><category term='family'/><category term='brother'/><category term='house'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='school'/><category term='sister'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='hair'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Life with the Waggoner 6</title><subtitle type='html'>“You will make known to me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.” Psalm 16:11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-519847729397385526</id><published>2011-04-24T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T20:18:14.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He has Risen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhQd2Ae2ejA/TbTLER231II/AAAAAAAABNE/vyMYOCLtSBU/s1600/IMG_9105.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhQd2Ae2ejA/TbTLER231II/AAAAAAAABNE/vyMYOCLtSBU/s320/IMG_9105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599323511101838466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent the day celebrating our Risen Savior among lightening bolts, thunder and rain ALL DAY-but much needed rain. Think this is the first picture taken of me and the kids.......in well ......way too long to remember so I thought it was worthy to blog about :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-519847729397385526?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/519847729397385526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=519847729397385526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/519847729397385526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/519847729397385526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-has-risen.html' title='He has Risen'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhQd2Ae2ejA/TbTLER231II/AAAAAAAABNE/vyMYOCLtSBU/s72-c/IMG_9105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8158851283277806623</id><published>2011-03-20T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:42:43.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifices...</title><content type='html'>During this season of Lent we have encouraged our kids to make a sacrifice-either to go without something they really like/enjoy or to make a sacrifice by adding something to their day. I continue to be amazed by their sweet spirits and am so thankful at being able to get a glimpse into their walk with God. Big Sister announced pretty quickly that she was giving up all things chocolate. She is usually a thinker before speaking so I was a bit surprised by her quick response. She has amazed me at not only 'sticking with' her decision but she has very quietly and humbly turned down chocolate offered by others. She has not boasted, she has not announced to the world of her 'great sacrifice'.....she truly gets that her momentary sacrifices, her going without chocolate treats-pales in comparison to God's sacrifice of his Son. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother has given up cookies. This kid could be called the cookie monster. He loves to eat almost any kind of cookie and LOVES picking what sort of cookie he will pack in his lunch. He too is choosing to use this time of sacrifice to understand a bit more deeply about Christ's sacrifice. Of course they have also enjoyed teasing each other a bit too, but I think this just helps us all remain focused on the Lenten season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you too have chosen to go with out or add to something that will help you keep God the focus of your days as we journey to the cross, preparing our hearts for Easter morning. For no matter what we sacrifice it truly pales in comparison but hopefully encourages us to keep our eyes fixed on Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8158851283277806623?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8158851283277806623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8158851283277806623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8158851283277806623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8158851283277806623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/03/sacrifices.html' title='Sacrifices...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5885823780994792845</id><published>2011-03-14T12:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:33:11.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Funny Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhmut4sk-1s/TX5PSTBlleI/AAAAAAAABLM/P4MOoDrhMyM/s1600/IMG_8282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhmut4sk-1s/TX5PSTBlleI/AAAAAAAABLM/P4MOoDrhMyM/s320/IMG_8282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987763749164514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if we are 'friends' on FB this post will not come as a surprise to you. Seems as though every time I go out of town my dear sweet husband makes a purchase that he knows I wouldn't 'approve' of. The first time I went to Ghana, via&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZskMp0XmMM/TX5PSKjahvI/AAAAAAAABLE/4nU-nuszmD0/s320/IMG_8270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987761475127026" /&gt; email I learned- -oh by the way I bought a Harley-he had buried that little tidbit in the middle of an email he sent.&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6iZ_cf21-Q/TX5PRvvnBAI/AAAAAAAABK8/MzJeCRbTQPc/s320/IMG_8265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583987754278519810" /&gt; Guess he figured as I read the email with my preacher by my side I couldn't kill him that or the 24 hour time of travel to get home, he was safe. For my birthday he 'bought me' a donkey who happened to come with the name "Donkey" of course pronounced like Shreck. Way too many jokes about that one-thanks friends. &lt;div&gt;The latest purchase while I was out of town spending the weekend with amazing mommas, he and the kids bought all the fixings for chickens....how would mean 'ol mom make them get rid of all the goods. And now we have baby chicks, too many too count! I guess I should have known that finally getting the home of my dreams meant it was going to come with some new creatures...so if you come to visit don't be surprised if you are greeted with a  big sign welcoming you to the Funny Farm! The lesson maybe you are thinking I should have learned: Don't go out of town. Well, forget that I need an occasional escape from the Funny Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Would love some help coming up with something I could purchase/acquire while he is out of the country this summer.....any ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-5885823780994792845?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5885823780994792845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5885823780994792845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5885823780994792845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5885823780994792845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-on-funny-farm.html' title='Life on the Funny Farm'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhmut4sk-1s/TX5PSTBlleI/AAAAAAAABLM/P4MOoDrhMyM/s72-c/IMG_8282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2325636786678023142</id><published>2011-03-12T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:27:36.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to go....</title><content type='html'>When we started this blog it was to help keep everyone up to date about our adoption, of our newest family member, to help out of town folks up to date on the daily happenings of our family...often forgotten and neglected the blog posts kept getting more sporadic.  I have been challenged to post more often.&lt;div&gt;I realize how much I NEED the posts written by a particular group of women, how much these posts have been uplifting, encouraging, refreshing, full of hope, sometimes bringing tears to my eyes at other times laughter...but always the feeling of I AM NOT ALONE!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was spent surrounded by amazing mothers who 'get it'. A weekend full of acceptance and love, close to 70 women from all walks of life-varying ages, number of children, number of miles traveled, length of time on this journey..... all who love deeply and passionately love, who are not giving up, who have an unending amount of patience (yes ladies you do) and acceptance. What is the one thing we all have in common....we are mothers to a child(ren) who is a survivor of early trauma, children with attachment issues. Our children are not identical but they are similar and the 'crazy' they add to our homes is something that only those parenting truly 'get'.  I am blessed by wonderfully supportive parents and friends (some who have done almost as much research on RAD as I have) but have never met (as in the flesh) another momma of a RAD kiddo until last weekend.....thanks to this amazing woman &lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com"&gt;Corey&lt;/a&gt;. She and a handful of others gave so much of their time, energy as they poured themselves into the behind the scenes as they planned a weekend to bring together other mothers like themselves, for that I will be forever grateful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure what the future of this blog is but know that there are women who continually encourage me and I am sure there is something I could write to encourage them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 16px; "&gt; &lt;/span&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/7455331287073905952-2325636786678023142?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2325636786678023142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2325636786678023142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2325636786678023142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2325636786678023142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-to-go.html' title='Where to go....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1616276485220906315</id><published>2011-02-13T21:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T22:17:45.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Annual (hopefully) Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the crazy layout of the pictures/video, blogger and I aren't getting along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4w-x5F0Los/TVirdju04PI/AAAAAAAABJ4/EBWScSuKuEQ/s320/IMG_7750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573393063167189234" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nly13EZw22M/TVirdgjUU0I/AAAAAAAABKA/aoTPB5Nsycw/s1600/IMG_7747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nly13EZw22M/TVirdgjUU0I/AAAAAAAABKA/aoTPB5Nsycw/s320/IMG_7747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573393062313612098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took the kids skiing for their first time and they LOVED it! They were truly sad when our last day was over and are already scheming on how to go back. Having a husband who'sbusiness is the busiest during the summer time, makes it difficult toget away. So we decided to pull the kids out of school for 4 days and enjoy some wonderful quality family time and thanks to the crazy weather we have been having here the kids only missed 2 days due to school being cancelled for snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ef4758c5433dbd8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ef4758c5433dbd8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688996%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A5D86250543B4EDE8CB7F8218FD0194F688851.72195999B655C04087584908675A09316C9F1A05%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ef4758c5433dbd8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DywMT3BuhH3Z_Oa-Hf5elakVLlVk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ef4758c5433dbd8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688996%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A5D86250543B4EDE8CB7F8218FD0194F688851.72195999B655C04087584908675A09316C9F1A05%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ef4758c5433dbd8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DywMT3BuhH3Z_Oa-Hf5elakVLlVk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_VbKQk-1zo/TVip2TAd7VI/AAAAAAAABJY/VxWLVvxauZE/s320/IMG_7792.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573391289151253842" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6MGiYQ0moio/TVirdV4AItI/AAAAAAAABJw/6SIEXYxIvDU/s320/IMG_7772.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573393059447579346" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlY68hyS7oE/TVirdJLKyLI/AAAAAAAABJo/PcGSB6qUc2o/s320/IMG_7778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573393056038308018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We couldn't have asked for better weather-a fresh foot of snow the day we arrived and beautiful sunny skies. On the third day we were able to go to the top of the mountain and enjoy skiing down together many times-what a blessing! Of course RAD yuck tried to sabotage our fun but the yuck wasn't successful only dampened some of her fun.&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryhqa7HqmDc/TVip2PbLIDI/AAAAAAAABJQ/x0iN5dON32Y/s320/IMG_7807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573391288189526066" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDERYdZyofA/TVip2oezh6I/AAAAAAAABJg/Ot_5zBt_guM/s320/IMG_7790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573391294915643298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some tubing fun. LOVE the picture of Big Sister and Princess-their faces are so sweet! The kids even shared their tubes with Mom and Dad a time or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iASrF5XQO6s/TVip1xqrQdI/AAAAAAAABJA/NP1RQb1H_Gk/s320/IMG_7882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573391280201482706" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxTo5SrARJI/TVip2O2DerI/AAAAAAAABJI/drFM3dnZiDU/s320/IMG_7913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573391288033835698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1616276485220906315?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1616276485220906315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1616276485220906315&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1616276485220906315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1616276485220906315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-first-annual-hopefully-ski-trip.html' title='Our First Annual (hopefully) Ski Trip'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4w-x5F0Los/TVirdju04PI/AAAAAAAABJ4/EBWScSuKuEQ/s72-c/IMG_7750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2372430798820722345</id><published>2011-02-05T20:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:37:10.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4HLdO2pSI/AAAAAAAABI4/yyIqdQ8NFN8/s1600/IMG_7697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4HLdO2pSI/AAAAAAAABI4/yyIqdQ8NFN8/s320/IMG_7697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570397682510767394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad and the Little Sisters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our city hosts a wonderful evening for Dads and Daughters to get dressed up and dance together. What started as something quite small a few years ago has become quite large and is now three different dance times held in the ballroom of a local hotel. From what I am told (no moms allowed) there are tables of cookies and punch and a big dance floor that is never empty. What a wonderful evening Dads have for setting the bar high in teaching their daughters about dating. From such a young age our girls have learned from one of the best as to what to expect on a date-100% gentlemen, opening doors, flowers, compliments, etc. I love the fact that Dad will dance for hours with his little girls, even when I can't get one dance out of him at awedding. He truly makes them feel like princesses. Although, he takes the girls on individual dates throughout the year, this evening is indeed special for them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4GEdmM44I/AAAAAAAABIw/rfrBYx1EttM/s320/IMG_7667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396462837982082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4GDqLL45I/AAAAAAAABIo/C1fq803lQY8/s320/IMG_7684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396449034462098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Ghanaian Princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year he took the little two to the first dance, picked up the oldest and took them all to dinner and then took Big Sister to the last dance. I am sure she is getting close to getting to the age of not wanting to go dancing with Dad, but not yet-he is still the guy who holds the moon in her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4GDBEq61I/AAAAAAAABIg/SR6rbnewVaY/s320/IMG_7715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396438001281874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am not sure who this young lady is and what she has done with Big Sister!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4GCpAxLBI/AAAAAAAABIY/Gd80bjMefCM/s320/IMG_7707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396431542463506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps, what I like most about this evening though is I get a date with my little man out of it. He is such a gentleman-opens my doors, pulls out my chair, let's me order first, holds my hand, etc. Tonight he had two things on his date night list: to go to a restaurant that serves fried okra and cinnamon rolls(at first it was jello) and to rent a movie. After dinner I asked him if he wanted to go anywhere else and he said "Let's just go home....turn on the warm blanket and snuggle watching a movie". What a perfect night we had and I think we are the only 2 in the family who will be able to wear shoes in the morning, a lot of tired dancing feet in this house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother and his Date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4GCW_VdPI/AAAAAAAABIQ/3Bj-K41Vkm8/s320/IMG_7718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396426704614642" /&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/7455331287073905952-2372430798820722345?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2372430798820722345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2372430798820722345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2372430798820722345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2372430798820722345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/02/daddy-daughter-dance.html' title='Daddy Daughter Dance'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TU4HLdO2pSI/AAAAAAAABI4/yyIqdQ8NFN8/s72-c/IMG_7697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1544799981975747327</id><published>2011-02-02T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T22:56:42.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another snow day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsiqInuI/AAAAAAAABII/pcYe6f-yvls/s1600/IMG_7564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsiqInuI/AAAAAAAABII/pcYe6f-yvls/s320/IMG_7564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569320729507831522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsY99WXI/AAAAAAAABIA/q6gYaLPUyp8/s1600/IMG_7604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsY99WXI/AAAAAAAABIA/q6gYaLPUyp8/s320/IMG_7604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569320726906624370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsESinHI/AAAAAAAABH4/Su13gVY_G9U/s1600/IMG_7572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsESinHI/AAAAAAAABH4/Su13gVY_G9U/s320/IMG_7572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569320721355807858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozr0IuxxI/AAAAAAAABHw/5XFVQBoH96Y/s1600/IMG_7541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozr0IuxxI/AAAAAAAABHw/5XFVQBoH96Y/s320/IMG_7541.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569320717019694866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozrSuCexI/AAAAAAAABHo/u0Yb_3BFxTY/s1600/IMG_7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozrSuCexI/AAAAAAAABHo/u0Yb_3BFxTY/s320/IMG_7536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569320708049369874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were at least able to get outside today, even though it was just in the single digits, the wind wasn't blowing 50mph. The kids actually went out several times today, not able to last more than about 30 minutes at a time though. School is out again tomorrow, but hoping to make it to the library that is opening late tomorrow-kids are really wanting some 'new' books to read. We have played, I think, every game we own. Guess that's what happens when you don't have 'tv'. Seriously considering fixing that if this winter keeps up like this. Getting 'new' books and out of the house.....I think I just might survive. I am betting there will be no school until next week, however I read there is more snow in the forecast for Sunday/Monday, ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1544799981975747327?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1544799981975747327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1544799981975747327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1544799981975747327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1544799981975747327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-snow-day.html' title='Another snow day'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUozsiqInuI/AAAAAAAABII/pcYe6f-yvls/s72-c/IMG_7564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1929172601155178359</id><published>2011-02-01T13:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:32:33.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BLIZZARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here in the South we are not used to snow blowing sideways. It started last night about 10PM with sleet, thunder and lightening. Then came the 45+mph winds and snow. Now waiting for the wind to slow down enough so the crazy kids can bounce around outside in the snow. We are all placing bets on how many days the kids will out of school and the town will be 'shut down'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUheyHQ1sFI/AAAAAAAABHY/AclR96FNyvo/s1600/IMG_7528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUheyHQ1sFI/AAAAAAAABHY/AclR96FNyvo/s320/IMG_7528.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568805154279764050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhexgTpDSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4W7ddps1_WQ/s1600/IMG_7527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhexgTpDSI/AAAAAAAABHQ/4W7ddps1_WQ/s320/IMG_7527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568805143822535970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhexTtDiwI/AAAAAAAABHI/LvlEmlaJebg/s1600/IMG_7525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhexTtDiwI/AAAAAAAABHI/LvlEmlaJebg/s320/IMG_7525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568805140439468802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhexPT6ntI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ux36m-ohQyU/s1600/IMG_7524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhexPT6ntI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ux36m-ohQyU/s320/IMG_7524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568805139260284626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhew4YtszI/AAAAAAAABG4/rp7rJ_ZtJ58/s1600/IMG_7522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUhew4YtszI/AAAAAAAABG4/rp7rJ_ZtJ58/s320/IMG_7522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568805133106393906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1929172601155178359?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1929172601155178359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1929172601155178359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1929172601155178359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1929172601155178359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/02/blizzard.html' title='BLIZZARD'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUheyHQ1sFI/AAAAAAAABHY/AclR96FNyvo/s72-c/IMG_7528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8527829315771472693</id><published>2011-01-30T09:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T09:52:02.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Brother is Nine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUWD51Wq8-I/AAAAAAAABGI/pUqWVvTcKX4/s1600/IMG_7470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUWD51Wq8-I/AAAAAAAABGI/pUqWVvTcKX4/s320/IMG_7470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568001543911437282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one and only 'little man' is nine years old today. Didn't think it was a monumental birthday or at least one that I would have trouble with until thinking that meant next year he would be in double digits....meaning he would no longer be a 'little kid'. He is such a remarkable sweet spirited guy. I am so thankful we were blessed with such remarkable weather for January yesterday. All of our kids were excited to have a 'home' birthday party this year, since we now have space to have friends over, however he wanted his outside. Leading up to this week we have had some snow, some ice, and a lot of cold wind this winter. I had been preparing him to adapt his perfect party plans to include a lot of inside games. Yesterday though was a beautiful 75 degrees! An absolute perfect day for an outside party (pictures to follow-maybe)-nerf guns, capture the flag, airplane flying and lots of running. Returning home from his basketball game he says "Mom, God sure is blessing me today....I made some baskets in my game and I was only hoping to make one...we won our first basketball game...and this weather is just beautiful for my party...God sure is good to me!" I love my son's heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a compassionate kid who honestly hurts when he sees others hurting. He loves life and lives in every moment. He easily gets excited over the littlest things, reminding us all to find joy in the little things. Every morning he comes hopping down the stairs, fully dressed for the day with a smile on his face and greeting me with a kiss and a "Good Morning Momma!". I hope he never out grows my morning greeting. He has the attitude that he can do anything he sets his mind too, regardless of how skilled he is at the task he doesn't shy away. He is an outspoken voice and leader in the classroom/playground, often speaking up for the guy/girl who is being left out. He loves his sisters, some days more than others. The princess holds a special place in his heart though, I can not wait to see how their unique relationship grows and matures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a gentlemen-opening doors for me and others. He is a physical touch kid who has no concept of personal space, he prefers to be touching you in some way-whether leaning on you, mauling all over you, or holding your hand. I admire his love for life, his confidence in the Lord, his excitement for meeting Jesus face to face in Heaven. It is indeed an honor to be his Momma, thank you God for blessing me with such a remarkable son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8527829315771472693?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8527829315771472693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8527829315771472693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8527829315771472693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8527829315771472693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/brother-is-nine.html' title='Brother is Nine!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TUWD51Wq8-I/AAAAAAAABGI/pUqWVvTcKX4/s72-c/IMG_7470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8825295028247240606</id><published>2011-01-22T21:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T21:20:24.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess's Bear Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5565214783849341073%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCLTK1878u5zN4AE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8825295028247240606?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8825295028247240606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8825295028247240606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8825295028247240606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8825295028247240606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/princesss-bear-party.html' title='The Princess&apos;s Bear Party'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8597288773150827200</id><published>2011-01-22T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T06:30:01.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Baby is Seven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TTplvN5YcDI/AAAAAAAABDM/DqhZXZ1DvRM/s1600/IMG_6288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TTplvN5YcDI/AAAAAAAABDM/DqhZXZ1DvRM/s320/IMG_6288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564872151428263986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go thru pictures and pick my favorites of our Little Princess over the last year to share, but I couldn't narrow them down....so maybe in my free time today between Brother's basketball game and throwing a birthday party I might post more (don't hold your breath!). I really find it hard to believe that our 'baby' is now SEVEN! She is such an absolute joy, all the time. She is a momma's girl and doesn't hesitate to let you know. However, she loves to tease her Daddy about this little fact. Yesterday, he brought her Chick-Fila to school for a birthday lunch and I'm not sure who enjoyed their 'date' more. Our Little Princess loves to laugh and keep us all in stitches. She loves her siblings and gets along with anyone. Yet, she is an incredible judge of character and always has been. One can not fool this girl very easily. She has such a caring heart and wears her emotions on her sleeve. She is a crier, especially when one she loves has hurt her feelings. She is her Brother's biggest fan-their relationship is so precious. She is able to bring a smile to all of us when down or sad. She is quite the athlete, exceeding at almost anything she tries. She is a tomboy who loves to wear skirts. She loves shoes and would have a different pair for everyday of the week. She loves to draw, color, paint and make masterpieces. She loves to sing and currently wants to be a singer when she grows up. She is an amazing little girl, who we are blessed to be able to parent. But perhaps my greatest joy is her heartfelt prayer of 'thank you Jesus for dying on the cross for me' every time she prays. Happy Birthday Baby Girl! I pray that your Birthday is all you hope it to be :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8597288773150827200?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8597288773150827200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8597288773150827200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8597288773150827200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8597288773150827200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-baby-is-seven.html' title='Our Baby is Seven!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TTplvN5YcDI/AAAAAAAABDM/DqhZXZ1DvRM/s72-c/IMG_6288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6599984647603282022</id><published>2011-01-20T20:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:17:44.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Day</title><content type='html'>Today the kiddos were out of school for what is called a 'snow day' but unfortunately there was not enough fluffy white stuff to enjoy, just a nice layer of ice covering everything. This Ice Day however was a blessing for our family, each child for a different reason.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Miss Princess woke up with her tummy hurting and spent most of the day wanting to cuddle with mommy. This was not the 'I want to be close to you' kind of cuddling, this was the "I want to be an appendage of you' kind of cuddling. Which for the most part I throughly enjoyed because my baby will be SEVEN on Saturday! :-( So I think a day at home was just what she needed to help her get thru the next couple of days and be healthy for her birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Sister actually slept in! This girl gets up like clock work, but not this morning. She spent the first few hours of her morning snuggled in bed with a book (or two or three). She stayed in her pj's all day including going out to feed the horses-quite a site when you add a coat, gloves, hat and boots! She eventually took a shower and got dressed for ballet only to come home to quickly put on another pair of pj's. When I tucked her bed tonight, she said "I am really glad we had today to do 'nothing' I needed it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brother slept in too! This little guy comes downstairs by 6:45AM every  morning dressed, including shoes. Today he followed Big Sister's lead of donning pj's all day. He is typically always in a room with someone, even if doing his own thing, he likes being in the presence of others. However, today he spent several chunks of time alone. He had a bit of a crazy day at school yesterday with a sub and I think he truly wanted stillness/quietness today. His day ended with Mom cuddling in his top bunk and a smile on his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Ghanaian Princess, was already planning on spending the day at home with Mom because of her week thus far at school and her teacher being out. So we had all of our school work ready to go. I thought we would not 'do school' as long as she was making good choices and not trying to ruin her siblings day. Well, let's just say school started after breakfast. It started and ended with counting coins. Something she is quite capable of doing but has been playing 'dumb' at school when asked to complete her math work. I will spare you the painful details of the day-including the repetitiveness of what each coin is worth, the touch points of the coin to remind you in case you forget how many cents it's worth, how to count by 1's, 5's, and 10's, etc. This girl had decided she was not going to do her math correctly and worked ever so diligently at doing it wrong.....then my knight in shining armor arrived-DAD! He stopped in after lunch and said "Looks like you need to come to a quieter place to get your work done, gather up your stuff you are coming to work with me" Well let's just say she doesn't care too much for this plan-Dad has a desk in his office set up in the corner just for times such as this. After a few hours of a very peaceful house (and spirit) we headed to Dad's work to bring her home so Dad could go to a meeting. She had continued to work VERY HARD at not getting a single answer right! But Mom was now refreshed :-) Back at home, the siblings and mom settle in on the couch to have a movie and popcorn snuggle fest, while she enjoys her popcorn with her math problems. In TEN minutes this girl completed 90% of her math......the same problems she had spent HOURS on all day coming up with every possible answer but the correct one. UGH! Why oh why?!?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I see the movie was quite the motivation for you to turn your brain on, you have now proven to yourself and mom you do indeed know how to do this....and for proving yet again that Mom is right in the fact that you are indeed a very smart, capable girl and whose mother is very stubborn who loves you more than you will ever know!" To which she smiled really big and said "I know.....love you Mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6599984647603282022?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6599984647603282022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6599984647603282022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6599984647603282022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6599984647603282022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-day.html' title='Ice Day'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4889795260997872988</id><published>2011-01-05T20:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:21:06.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Conversation between our oldest and youngest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Princess: Why do we call slippers... slippers?.....I KNOW you 'slip' them on your feet but why the 'pers' part?&lt;/span&gt; (said in the cutest voice ever)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Great question, not a clue though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Big Sister: I think you should ask why the 'ers' the 'p' belongs with the slip part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Princess: Nooooo, they are slip-pers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Big Sister: Ma you are too funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Princess: Are you using sarcasm? 'Cause I really am funny....but this is a serious question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which all three of us burst out laughing. Oh the conversations which take place in the car.&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/7455331287073905952-4889795260997872988?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4889795260997872988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4889795260997872988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4889795260997872988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4889795260997872988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/car-conversations.html' title='Car Conversations'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5232545937253409780</id><published>2011-01-04T11:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:10:08.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of the Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TSNwN9nPLyI/AAAAAAAABDE/Tf3Euj0sxbg/s1600/cow-tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TSNwN9nPLyI/AAAAAAAABDE/Tf3Euj0sxbg/s200/cow-tongue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558409750285070114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the ladies bible study  I am in, we are studying the power of the tongue, the weight of our words, and the power/control words have. It is truly amazing how many times the bible references our tongue, our speech, the power of words. Now I know this should not come as a shocker but when you spend weeks studying it, it is amazing. Truly amazing the power of our tongue and amount of scripture referring to it. God has given us a powerful tool, a weapon, we call it a tongue. We have the ability to lift others up, to encourage, to bring hope, to share God's grace and forgiveness, to build another up, and to be a breath of fresh air. We also have the power to discourage, to break, to destroy, to spread lies, to cause pain, to tear down, and to spread evil. It is our choice, every single time we open our mouths, we have the ability to choose to spread love or hate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we looked at how pride, fear and anger are displayed/masked in so many ways. As we discussed/shared ways we see this in our life-personally, in our family, in our work place, etc. my mind stayed in 'parent mode'. The last 72 hours have been filled a bit too much with crazy RAD behavior in our house. All of the examples that were coming to my mind dealt with RAD-the effects on J, on our other kiddos, on our family. God has blessed me with a tongue-am I being a blessing to others with it? I definitely feel the Lord challenging me to take a closer look at the weight of my words, the power they have and how much thought I put into or the lack thereof. &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/7455331287073905952-5232545937253409780?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5232545937253409780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5232545937253409780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5232545937253409780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5232545937253409780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/power-of-tongue.html' title='The Power of the Tongue'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TSNwN9nPLyI/AAAAAAAABDE/Tf3Euj0sxbg/s72-c/cow-tongue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8226898532156617377</id><published>2011-01-02T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:23:51.334-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Top 10....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuzOzO7-oI/AAAAAAAABC8/ey3P4JAL8U8/s1600/IMG_6780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuzOzO7-oI/AAAAAAAABC8/ey3P4JAL8U8/s320/IMG_6780.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556231632144038530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;(Thought this was posted a few weeks back, but just found it in the drafts section-since I forgot though, I am now able to include a Christmas morning pic with the bunny she wanted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a part of Little Princess's first grade class they have a Top Ten page as a part of their writing center each week. They are to write 10 sentences about whatever the topic/theme is. Sometimes they are quite humorous, sometimes you can tell she is trying to finish quickly, and sometimes you get a glimpse into her heart. She has a wonderful teacher who writes comments back to the kids about her favorites of their Top Ten writings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Want to share a few from the last couple to come home-&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Ten  Presents/Gift:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started with a list of "I want..... a bunny,  a game, a puppy and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Love'&lt;br /&gt;'A happy family'&lt;br /&gt;'Good food'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which her sweet teacher responded with "I think you are a lucky girl to already have some of those gifts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Ten things about Christmas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'It is Jesus' birthday.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'There are smiles all around.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I like Christmas.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'We celebrate.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Christmas is the best.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a sweet spirit she has and I am thrilled to see it coming out in her writing.&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/7455331287073905952-8226898532156617377?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8226898532156617377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8226898532156617377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8226898532156617377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8226898532156617377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-10.html' title='Top 10....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuzOzO7-oI/AAAAAAAABC8/ey3P4JAL8U8/s72-c/IMG_6780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2398299152494374383</id><published>2011-01-01T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:24:12.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our son'/><title type='text'>Baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No we are not having one! We got to love on a special one though, and a very special little guy indeed. His initials are JJW which just so happen to be mine :-) and his mom is someone who we count as a 'Waggoner'. She has been a apart of our lives since she was 15 and now she is all grown up with a little one of her own. She is an amazing woman and already a wonderful mother. As you can see from the pictures, he is just perfect and just a bit loved by us all. Somebody was a bit of a baby hog though, and it wasn't me for the record.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuvejTjekI/AAAAAAAABCc/pqSwKuNLpjU/s320/IMG_6958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556227504699832898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No longer the littlest one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuuBb4vnmI/AAAAAAAABCM/scg1UvBV6rY/s1600/IMG_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuuBb4vnmI/AAAAAAAABCM/scg1UvBV6rY/s320/IMG_6959.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556225904980500066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The Baby Pro-she is so confident and capable with even the littlest ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And for the one who is oh so proud to call this little guy his very own God-brother (and the one who was the baby hog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuveTE0TNI/AAAAAAAABCU/1UXD3zTHI78/s320/IMG_6952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556227500343053522" style="display: block; 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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuuBb4vnmI/AAAAAAAABCM/scg1UvBV6rY/s1600/IMG_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuuBb4vnmI/AAAAAAAABCM/scg1UvBV6rY/s1600/IMG_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuuBb4vnmI/AAAAAAAABCM/scg1UvBV6rY/s1600/IMG_6959.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuvfVi5xRI/AAAAAAAABC0/A01ZYOgVN3U/s320/IMG_6976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556227518185981202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuvfDLrzzI/AAAAAAAABCs/YkvK3m7pGAY/s320/IMG_6972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556227513256759090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all got our turn, some long enough for a picture to be taken, others not so much. All of us can't wait to watch this precious little guy to grow up and join in the chaos we call family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2398299152494374383?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2398299152494374383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2398299152494374383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2398299152494374383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2398299152494374383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby.html' title='Baby!!!!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRuvejTjekI/AAAAAAAABCc/pqSwKuNLpjU/s72-c/IMG_6958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-74053306184154491</id><published>2010-12-29T16:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:34:39.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRpoo7X-HkI/AAAAAAAABCE/_CcMQqmZSQE/s1600/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRpoo7X-HkI/AAAAAAAABCE/_CcMQqmZSQE/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555868142657216066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been two years (and a few days) since bringing J home from Ghana. My oh my how life has changed for her....for us all...we have all grown so much. This is one of my favorite pictures, taken in the parking garage of the airport right after we landed, with 'Miss(y) America'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;UGH! I wish someone would have told us that the anniversary date needs to be in the middle of NOTHING - as in pick a month when you have no other events/changes/etc to adopt your child. Whatever you do don't pick the month your oldest has a birthday (that is shared with Papa -grandfather), school gets out for 2 weeks, Christmas (all the hoopla of events that goes with that) throw in some presents and parties, extra work for Mom working at a church.....and what do you have.....a RAD in fine form. Now please don't go lecturing me, just venting a bit. &lt;div&gt;Of course at the time, we were just thinking "wow, do you really think we can bring her home before Christmas?!? yes we will miss performances, birthdays, etc". &lt;div&gt;In all seriousness, we wouldn't change a thing knowing what we do now.....well except for trying even harder to speed the process up and maybe bring her home in November ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that to say, those of you living with RAD or at least understanding it a bit, this month has been TOUGH. We knew going into to December that life will be hard, way too many triggers, way to many stressors, and too many distractions for us all. That being said, we also have been working really hard to provide the most therapeutic environment possible, while still celebrating another siblings birthday and the birth of our Savior. I could write a long list of crazy behaviors that have been going on but that is putting too much 'out there' for our family, times like this I wish this blog was a bit more anonymous for communicating with other RAD families. Because I know how much hope, encouragement, and strength I gain from reading other's stories-knowing that I am not alone in this parenting journey. Reading the everyday norms for those parenting kids from tough places, has helped me so much. I wish I could share more, in hopes that our stories would bring encouragement to others or at least the feeling of 'you are not alone' in this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading my rambling thoughts. Anyone out there reading who has some ideas they would like to share during this extra crazy time-I WOULD LOVE TO READ THEM! &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/7455331287073905952-74053306184154491?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/74053306184154491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=74053306184154491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/74053306184154491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/74053306184154491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/12/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRpoo7X-HkI/AAAAAAAABCE/_CcMQqmZSQE/s72-c/IMG_1736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2282896535391344647</id><published>2010-12-28T11:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T11:06:00.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure who is enjoying our winter break 'togetherness' more-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRlVaMesMYI/AAAAAAAABB8/1gCRCjFyHAQ/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRlVaMesMYI/AAAAAAAABB8/1gCRCjFyHAQ/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555565523853128066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boss makes a good pillow and his fur gives something for Brother to mess with while laying 'still'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRlVZ6ghAKI/AAAAAAAABB0/BpwThC6CvUw/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRlVZ6ghAKI/AAAAAAAABB0/BpwThC6CvUw/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555565519028945058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is such an animal lover. Love the contentment on her face, if Boss weren't so cozy and sleepy I bet he would be smiling too. Our other furry friend, Emma was at my feet thinking my phone I was taking pictures with was going to be handing out treats, needless to say she was a bit disappointed-good thing she cant access the blog to be disappointed again for a lack of an appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2282896535391344647?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2282896535391344647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2282896535391344647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2282896535391344647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2282896535391344647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/12/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRlVaMesMYI/AAAAAAAABB8/1gCRCjFyHAQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5761319825017779519</id><published>2010-12-27T10:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:50:15.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a whirlwind couple of weeks-for the most part full of lots of fun and memory making. Hence, the lack of blogging. Currently, two are playing with a new craft set putting on a fashion show and two are playing the game Life....and I am enjoying the moments of peace while we spend the day in our pj's. So I thought I should post a little update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of the goings on of the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRi9_Ti_0zI/AAAAAAAABA0/05JMyachJzw/s320/IMG_6723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555399035637977906" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Catching one of the beautiful sunset views from the back porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are so blessed to be living in our dream home and have land to enjoy the beautiful 'pictures God paints for us' (according to the kids) each morning and evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRi9-7lWjgI/AAAAAAAABAk/4bl6l_qpdrM/s320/IMG_6579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555399029205405186" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Big Sister (second from left) in her Jester costume backstage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are so proud of her earning a spot and performing with Ballet Oklahoma. She took on a big commitment and was very responsible and mature, choosing to do her own make up and fly solo backstage. She was the youngest jester by 2-3 years, yet was told several times "I can't believe you are only in 5th grade". She is a remarkable young lady and quite the ballerina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Sister's Birthday Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRi9_Md9IoI/AAAAAAAABAs/jbRaH23obRw/s320/IMG_6709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555399033737781890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Here are the party girls modeling their t-shirts they had just made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Big sister throughly enjoyed her first birthday slumber party. What a wonderful group of girls she is friends with. We had a great evening celebrating her-making pizzas, cupcakes, t-shirts and crafts galore. Listening to the giggles and loud 'ssshhhh' coming from her room at bedtime was quite entertaining too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRjE5wDQ9eI/AAAAAAAABA8/H3Rg8gyCFMg/s320/IMG_6664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555406636791690722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;In true Big Sister fashion-she shared her candles so all of her friends and siblings could blow out a candle too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week was also had our children's program at church which began with a delicious dinner. Witnessed a bit of a modern day loaves and fishes story as folks kept coming in the door, yet the food that had been prepared for 130 never ran out for the 175+ who came. I love seeing the Christmas story come to life through the talents of our children. Through songs and lines they do an amazing job of sharing Christ's birth and memorize a lot of scripture in the process, embedding God's word into their hearts forever. And being in charge of it, I am also really glad when it's finished ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRjE6E8MKKI/AAAAAAAABBE/UW0IlHpUoYo/s320/IMG_6602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555406642399160482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Three of our four can be seen here in a rehearsal. Lots more great pictures on our church's website if you're interested in seeing more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We spent one morning last week serving at a rescue mission to hand out food for Christmas meals. Cars lined up for miles to 'drive thru' and pick up chicken, bread, fresh veggies, and a box of canned goods. I could not be prouder of my kiddos (and niece) who braved the cold that we weren't quite dressed for (thought we would be inside) who lasted longer than many of the other folks helping. They greeted each car with a smile and a "Merry Christmas". I was blessed to serve along side my children and enjoyed seeing the smiles  on other's faces because of their actions. I love the servants hearts our kids possess and all of the conversation that was sparked by all of the mornings encounters. I love how excited they were to serve and the joy they find in serving others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRjNC_ZpMxI/AAAAAAAABBs/Q-o4aghXWKI/s320/food%2Bbank.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555415591623930642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;'Armed' and ready for the next car to pull forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the many blessings of our new home is the ability to now host our family and friends. In our little old home, the six of us squeezed around the table and the one couch and chair in the living room didn't really provide for much seating. We enjoy opening our home to others, but with the addition of each child, space pretty much had inhibited our ability to host other families. Our parents have humored us in years past, joining us for a few cramped Christmas mornings of opening gifts, but we always moved onto one of their homes for mealtime. This year we were able to invite everyone to our house for a day full of family fun-coking together, gifts exchanged, games played....and we got to sit at a 'table' to eat! My sister and nieces spent Christmas Eve night with us, what a joy it was to see/hear 6 sets of feet running down the stairs Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRjKTKhF9pI/AAAAAAAABBk/CcsWs4AesMQ/s320/IMG_6841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555412570950989458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;A table for 18 to enjoy Christmas dinner together...IN MY DINING ROOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoying the blessings God has given us, so thankful for spending time with family celebrating the birth of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-5761319825017779519?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5761319825017779519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5761319825017779519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5761319825017779519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5761319825017779519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/12/catch-up.html' title='Catch up...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TRi9_Ti_0zI/AAAAAAAABA0/05JMyachJzw/s72-c/IMG_6723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2638788545642183339</id><published>2010-12-14T05:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T05:24:00.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Baby is Eleven!</title><content type='html'>I find it hard to believe that our baby girl turns eleven today. Her arrival into the world, both the weeks before and the first few weeks of life, were not the easiest on Mom but she has 'made up' for it being a 'perfect' first born. She has grown into a beautiful young lady who is responsible, trustworthy, compassionate and of course a leader (yes outside of her siblings, too). She is a joy to be around. Her love of animals amazes me, she is still determined that becoming a veterinarian is the career for her, I am sure she will be a wonderful one, too. We often describe her as an 'old soul'. She could have been born a hundred years ago and wouldhave loved living on a prairie some where, absolutely content.  She is an avid reader who devours books. She enjoys cooking and baking, especially with Dad and her Grandmas. She is a gifted dancer, who continues to amaze us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TQag5RY9QtI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wbp__Aq5Oos/s320/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550300496561783506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken this weekend on my phone as we celebrated her opening night performance in the Nutcr@cker she is in. I love the expression of total contentment on her face and in her body. Dad and Mom all to herself for the evening and a chocolate dessert on it's way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Girl-we are s0 proud to be your parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2638788545642183339?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2638788545642183339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2638788545642183339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2638788545642183339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2638788545642183339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-first-baby-is-eleven.html' title='Our First Baby is Eleven!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TQag5RY9QtI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wbp__Aq5Oos/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2099405285671841184</id><published>2010-11-27T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T05:00:05.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Car Conversations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TO3CdPDGXKI/AAAAAAAABAI/kSh3J7lFCOE/s1600/IMG_8938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TO3CdPDGXKI/AAAAAAAABAI/kSh3J7lFCOE/s320/IMG_8938.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543300523874475170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two were playing some game with their action figure/fairy each had brought along for the car ride:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Princess:&lt;/span&gt; "That's impossible"&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; "Nothing is impossible with God"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Princess: &lt;/span&gt;"Well then why did someone invent 'impossible'?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; (giggling) "Ma, you don't invent words"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Princess:&lt;/span&gt; "Well SOMEONE had to come up with the word and if nothing is impossible with God.....well...why did someone make up the word impossible if everything is possible if God wants it to be......like if he wanted us to fly, he would have just spoken it and it we would all be able to fly....no need for special stuff"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; "Huh, special stuff?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Princess:&lt;/span&gt; "You know, no need for capes or special rocket booster shoes or anything....the sky might be a bit busy though."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love listening to these two talk and play, they have such a unique bond. Unfortunately, they also know how to argue and bicker like any good sibling ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(this picture was from a camping trip where he was teaching her how to shoot his toy gun)&lt;/span&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-2099405285671841184?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2099405285671841184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2099405285671841184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2099405285671841184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2099405285671841184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-car-conversations.html' title='More Car Conversations...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TO3CdPDGXKI/AAAAAAAABAI/kSh3J7lFCOE/s72-c/IMG_8938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3263136009963121835</id><published>2010-11-25T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:03:38.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain...</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness for calendars, especially the kind that link to each other, the kind that I can carry in my pocket, the kind that let you set alarm reminders, and for a brain that has learned to put almost everything in it! I am not sure if it is 'mommy brain', my four darlings sucking my brain totally dry of the ability to remember, juggling their schedules, work, volunteering and subbing at their school-whatever the cause-I CANT REMEMBER things. I would love to share a list of things/events I have forgotten just in the last 2 weeks, but for some of you who read this I would be throwing myself under the bus (maybe for the second time) and I probably can't recall all I have forgotten! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week and next is quite crazy in our house. On top of the usual holiday craziness-Big Sister is performing in Ballet Oklahoma's Nutcracker (which means 4 hour rehearsals on stage three nights this week and three nights next along with four performances-good thing she loves this and has such a wonderful attitude about being tired and missing out on other things), Big Sister also will be celebrating a birthday and is oh so excited about finally having a room/house big enough for a slumber party ('I'm only inviting 7 girls, Mom'), working at a church means lots of extra activities to prepare and be at the church for, and just to throw a bit more chaos into the next few weeks......J's anniversary (and all the 'fun' that comes with that-for those of you who read this and don't know about the 'fun' that comes along with celebrating an anniversary...feel free to ask me, but especially pray for us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my goal for the next few weeks is to remember to get the right kid to the right place and more importantly pick them up, finish the present shopping, enjoy the fun and fellowship of all the Christmas get togethers but most importantly to be still and prepare my heart for the arrival of the Christ child-providing both opportunities and being a  model for my children to experience Christmas with their eyes focused on our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-3263136009963121835?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3263136009963121835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3263136009963121835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3263136009963121835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3263136009963121835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-brain.html' title='My Brain...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-166945035368965567</id><published>2010-11-25T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:01:02.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a417a4f5467304f44673d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a417a4f5467304f44673d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - 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He was enjoying all the memories, seeing faces of friends who have moved away, remembering fun had on vacations, etc. I was enjoying watching his many expressions and giggles. I was cleaning the kitchen and he was giving me a running commentary of the pictures. He became silent, so I turned to see why-he had the sweetest smile on his face. I asked him what picture he was looking at. He said "This little boy Momma" as he pointed to the screen. The picture was of a boy I had captured a  picture of during a trip to Ghana. "Why does that picture make you smile?" I asked. So sincerely he said "I was thinking about what it would be like if he was my brother.....I really wish I had a brother." He has been asking for a brother for quite some time, he reminds me to pray about it, he is. The last trip to Ghana, he said "Momma, I know you are not going to 'get' a brother, but could you please just be on the lookout for one. I have some baseballs and things I would like for you to take to some boys for me please." Upon my return after a big hug and a few stories shared, he asked "So....did God tell you that there was a little boy who needed to be a part of the Waggoner family?"&lt;div&gt;This little guy continues to amaze me with his incredible sweet spirit, his love for life and his ability to live every moment to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2786111541608664629?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2786111541608664629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2786111541608664629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2786111541608664629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2786111541608664629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/sweet-smile.html' title='A Sweet Smile....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TO2928V7bhI/AAAAAAAABAA/IFncWTl9M9w/s72-c/IMG_2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8057896398927995203</id><published>2010-11-23T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:41:19.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TOyRqWPFhuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ReCfy0T5OWs/s1600/100_1498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TOyRqWPFhuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ReCfy0T5OWs/s320/100_1498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542965398095628002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl's story was so incredibly heart breaking, as I learned what she had had to endure at such a young age, I was both sad and angry. As I looked back thru my pictures of her, I thought about the first time I met her. She could be described as quiet, a bit reserved and a bit 'empty'.....this precious child was brought to J's orphanage after being found alone, next to her mother's dead body. I cannot even begin to imagine all of the emotions this small child has endured, the stress, the heartache, the loneliness, the overwhelming fear.....I got word today that Hannah is no longer enduring any of these feelings. She has passed away, from an illness that was treatable if she had received the medical attention she needed. Once again, hearing her story makes me both sad and angry. Sad her life has ended so young, angry that if she had received the proper medical attention she would still be alive. So many thoughts and questions have flooded my mind today-one I would like to share-the thought that perhaps once again she can be found in her mother's arms, together forever. &lt;div&gt;Definitely struggling knowing Hannah's story is not unique-there are too many hurting children in our world, too many sick, too many who are parentless, too many who are forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8057896398927995203?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8057896398927995203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8057896398927995203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8057896398927995203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8057896398927995203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-news.html' title='Sad news...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TOyRqWPFhuI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ReCfy0T5OWs/s72-c/100_1498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5972167635847097315</id><published>2010-11-21T19:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:50:57.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to get stuck in your head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saw this video courtesy of another blog (&lt;a href="http://www.watchingthewaters.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;thanks Corey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and wanted to share it, even if your kiddos have outgrown watching the show, none of us have outgrown the need to hear we are special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyVzjoj96vs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-5972167635847097315?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5972167635847097315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5972167635847097315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5972167635847097315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5972167635847097315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-to-get-stuck-in-your-head.html' title='Something to get stuck in your head...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8981809705979414429</id><published>2010-11-17T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:28:08.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Conversations....</title><content type='html'>Been a long week around here with little Princess having a fever since Sunday, but figured if I needed to take the time to post a little something so here are bits and pieces of some of the conversations taking place in our car (where we spend a minimum of an hour a day).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Princess:&lt;/span&gt; talking about a  trip to the store "the isle was temporarily closed....only employees were allowed to go in it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; "Wow....you used some big words.....must be from all that reading you are doing now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Big Sister:&lt;/span&gt; "You are working really hard at annoying me and ruining my day, and I am not going to let you....so stop talking 'cause I am not listening to you" (I will let you figure out who that statement was directed to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; (venting about his frustration with missions being cancelled due to the violence in Mexico) The people in Mexico who are hurting and shooting people for no reason better stop before I grow up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "Why is that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; "Because I am going to serve in the army and I will tell everyone that is not fair....or ok.....they better watch out because when I come over there they will have to listen to me when I tell them to put their guns down..........there are people that want to help Mexico and these crazy people are in the way"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt;"Will you read this book to me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; "Ummm....it has fairies on it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;J:&lt;/span&gt; "It's a comic book....just like the ones you like"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brother:&lt;/span&gt; "Well...I guess I will read a page, but if it's too girlie you are on your own"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now headed to bed and hoping for a full night's sleep........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8981809705979414429?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8981809705979414429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8981809705979414429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8981809705979414429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8981809705979414429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/car-conversations.html' title='Car Conversations....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1109615679163566078</id><published>2010-11-12T23:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:50:28.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day...</title><content type='html'>Ya I know, should have put this up yesterday, better late than never. Papa (my Dad) came to the kids' school assembly honoring veterans. The picture, taken with my phone, doesn't really show the joy all five of them had. Thank you Dad for serving!&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs972.snc4/76585_1565923321039_1624080423_1391049_1879961_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1109615679163566078?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1109615679163566078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1109615679163566078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1109615679163566078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1109615679163566078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5112488837071718706</id><published>2010-11-09T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:38:09.019-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Why Am I Not Getting it?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TNnbOMyFNVI/AAAAAAAAA_w/0Rm8V7WDV08/s1600/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TNnbOMyFNVI/AAAAAAAAA_w/0Rm8V7WDV08/s320/question-mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537698253824669010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever have one of those days when no matter where you look, what you hear, what you read, conversations had- all have the same 'theme'. I am having one of those days, actually one of those weeks. So apparently, God is trying to teach me something and I am being a really slower learner in acquiring/receiving the knowledge. I am trying to be still and make time to seek and listen to Him, trying to have an open heart and willing ears to hear but am struggling. Struggling to make the time, struggling to keep my mind focused, struggling to learn what God is throwing at me thru friends, strangers, songs, scriptures, writings, etc. I guess as a mother of four, I am so used to multitasking my brain can't seem to function while focusing on just one thing. Why oh why am I not 'getting it'? Praise God that He is ever faithful and doesn't give up on us and He will continue using anything and everything to get my attention. I often wonder what would happen if I heard His voice saying the words I say to my children-"Look at my eyes, hear my words.....listen and obey" You think I would 'get it' then?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-5112488837071718706?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5112488837071718706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5112488837071718706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5112488837071718706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5112488837071718706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-not-getting-it.html' title='Why Am I Not Getting it?!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TNnbOMyFNVI/AAAAAAAAA_w/0Rm8V7WDV08/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1759518835480602666</id><published>2010-11-08T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:16:35.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>From Reading Other Blogs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I laugh, other times I cry, at times I would like to scream at my computer scream, I am often encouraged, I am challenged, I get great ideas....but perhaps the best feeling I 'get' from reading blogs is the feeling that I am not alone in this parenting journey of trying to balance life for all my children. A feeling that there are others who are struggling to be the very best mom to each and every child who calls them Mom. The following is an excerpt passed along to me from a friend who, thankfully, shares her 'finds' in blogs with me :-) Hopefully these words, written by a mother of a special needs child, will offer encouragement to you or make you think twice before you pass judgement on someone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Century Gothic', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;She also has a brain that just malfunctions sometimes. When you see us in the store and she is in total meltdown don't give me nasty looks. Don't tell me that all she needs is a little discipline....&lt;br /&gt;When I am out in public don't tell me I am "too hard" on her, that she is "just a kid." She is not just a kid. She needs boundaries at all times. Yes, I parent my children differently. My boys had the privilege of a healthy start in life. Their brains are healthy and normal. I don't love her less because I am stricter with her. I love her enough to parent her in the way that is best for her. Even if it goes against my normal style of parenting.&lt;br /&gt;Have some patience with us in public. Don't assume you know a situation. Maybe when you see a Mom with a kid in total meltdown in public, instead of judging, give her a smile. It may make her day! It may give her the strength to keep helping her child grow to be her best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Century Gothic', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Century Gothic', 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;You don't have to understand why a parent is parenting their children differently, just know that in most cases it is WAY HARDER to do so, but we choose to because every child deserves to be parented in the very best way for them. So offer a smile instead of a glare of judgement, it might just be the very thing that parent needs to get thru the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-1759518835480602666?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1759518835480602666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1759518835480602666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1759518835480602666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1759518835480602666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-reading-other-blogs.html' title='From Reading Other Blogs....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8712482751018522586</id><published>2010-11-05T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:37:58.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;WARNING: This post is about toilets, so if you don't want to read about ours then return another day ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh the joys of multiple potties!!!!! We no longer have to stand in line for one, have our shower interrupted by someone (adding a not so 'clean' odor to the room), panic if the plunger doesn't seem to fix the clog, have to endure long nights of multiple sick ones crashing all on the tiny bathroom floor.......all these are a thing of the past and I am still only cleaning one toilet! Our new home has multiple toilets (AMAZING!) We are blessed beyond measure! Tonight the kiddos were assigned the task of cleaning their bathrooms, while under the watchful eyes of Momma. Our children have always helped clean, but never the toilet because I am using it and I want it clean to my standard ;-) Now that they are all upstairs and Momma has her own toilet, they get the privilege of cleaning their own. So over the last few weeks they have been asked to clean them but I haven't 'inspected' them. I figured since we have now been living here over a month, they might need a little adult attention. There must be something wrong with me but I enjoyed it-the comments they made, the questions they asked, the 'style' they used to clean...it was a new kind of Friday night entertainment. And I think Mom is a bit more appreciated for all the years I have cleaned their toilet. Without naming names....I think there might be a bit more daily attention paid to the happenings in the bathroom. &lt;div&gt;Friday night entertainment also included another rematch of swiffer hockey. The best $ spent to purchase more 'hockey sticks' Clean, dog hair free floors and happy, tired kids by the end of the game. A wonderful evening spent home as a family and I get to spend my Saturday enjoying the day instead of cleaning -laundry doesn't really count towards cleaning, or does it?......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8712482751018522586?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8712482751018522586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8712482751018522586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8712482751018522586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8712482751018522586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/cleaning-101.html' title='Cleaning 101'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5313701552149738248</id><published>2010-11-03T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:19:28.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;A few pics of our Halloween fun, enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5535328514422695697%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCPHCqZST9a_aQA%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-5313701552149738248?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5313701552149738248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5313701552149738248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5313701552149738248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5313701552149738248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3645273406113544724</id><published>2010-11-02T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:22:21.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hmmm......What to Post......</title><content type='html'>Well I could give you all a thousand reasons why I have not posted but they can all be lumped together in one word-laziness. Not that I have been sitting around being lazy, but life happens and the blog goes by the way side. However, this week especially I have been reminded of the power of words...their ability to encourage, to give hope, to lift another up, to keep in touch and to get to know another. The ladies bible study I am in is studying a book 'The Weight of Your Words'. It's as if God is using everything and everybody to get my attention right now about 'words'. Yeah, I am sometimes a bit of a slow learner and need to be hit upside the head or given a rainbow across the sky to get my attention (God is oh so faithful to this slow learner and has supplied these). In Ephesians, Paul writes: let no unwholesome talk come from your mouth, but only what is good for building another up......may they give grace to those that hear, encouragement for the moment. I have been challenged especially with the 'grace for the moment' part of this verse. The last few weeks have been challenging and I stopped counting the times that I can recall being anything but full of grace. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I have been beyond blessed by the words of others, encouraged to know I am not alone on this journey of parenting (especially one with  RAD), and I know my own writing can even be helpful to me.......so I am going to see if I can be a bit better at posting more than once a month or once every other month (think I have said that before). So if you have a topic/idea/thought for a post please share...if not plan to see some more pics of my kiddos. &lt;div&gt;To all those of you who have continued to check the blog despite the lack of posts-hope I brightened your day to see a post finally....to all of my new friends whom I will be meeting in person in a few short months welcome and I am looking forward to getting to know you! :-)&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/7455331287073905952-3645273406113544724?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3645273406113544724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3645273406113544724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3645273406113544724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3645273406113544724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmmmwhat-to-post.html' title='Hmmm......What to Post......'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1756667856799443387</id><published>2010-08-24T20:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:30:06.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School has Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/THRvsvf56wI/AAAAAAAAA8E/sMBj8loF5ws/s1600/IMG_5146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/THRvsvf56wI/AAAAAAAAA8E/sMBj8loF5ws/s320/IMG_5146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509151058636172034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for the first day of school-and please note they are all FOUR smiling!!! 'Cause they have learned that dear 'ol mom will not stop with the pictures until I get one with smiles, so they decided to cooperate for the FIRST picture.....of course you can take one guess as to who they are laughing at. I love the attitude that is shown on the front row ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/THRvsP-Wn0I/AAAAAAAAA78/a5zG8_jJvtk/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/THRvsP-Wn0I/AAAAAAAAA78/a5zG8_jJvtk/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509151050173947714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second day of school-sporting their school t-shirts. They have wanted to ride to school everyday while we are still living close enough to (yes that means we have not moved). &lt;div&gt;The kids are loving their teachers-blessed yet again by some amazing educators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1756667856799443387?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1756667856799443387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1756667856799443387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1756667856799443387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1756667856799443387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-has-started.html' title='School has Started'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/THRvsvf56wI/AAAAAAAAA8E/sMBj8loF5ws/s72-c/IMG_5146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6760506067352178454</id><published>2010-07-22T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:26:06.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Reading?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday I will post consistently......until then I guess check in sporadically and there might be something here to see or read ;-) For those of you who are wanting house pics/updates, hope to get some pics up soon, no we haven't moved in. I wanted to share a few pics from my recent trip to Ghana-my home away from home-I love that country!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHklMZU0I/AAAAAAAAA7g/BaRY3cx9bws/s1600/IMG_3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHklMZU0I/AAAAAAAAA7g/BaRY3cx9bws/s320/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496722038990656322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Fastina-an amazing woman with an incredibly big servant's heart-I admire this mommy of four, preacher's wife, seamstress, chef, who's love for God shines thru in everything she does.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHj4TQwcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/j8yxHteBr_E/s1600/IMG_4493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHj4TQwcI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/j8yxHteBr_E/s320/IMG_4493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496722026939859394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hours spent in the truck on the bumpy roads of Ghana with these 2 caused many aches and pains-from being bounced/shoved around and from abdominal muscles never meant to laugh so hard for so long! Amazing heart these two have for the Ghanaian people, love serving along side them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHjcwopNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/sfY9U3o5Y4c/s1600/IMG_4307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHjcwopNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/sfY9U3o5Y4c/s320/IMG_4307.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496722019546866898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Francis-my Ghanaian brother. Servant who consistently puts others needs/comfort first, has a huge heart for pregnant mothers-making sure everyone he saw received a net, and protector of his American friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHi7C3FzI/AAAAAAAAA7I/7M3w57GEuBY/s1600/IMG_4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHi7C3FzI/AAAAAAAAA7I/7M3w57GEuBY/s320/IMG_4460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496722010496505650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pediatric ward in a hospital we visited-80% of the patients are there because of malaria!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to help do something about that for $6, visit here: &lt;a href="http://www.hisnets.org/"&gt;www.hisnets.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHiqs8sAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0O5boAcexBk/s1600/IMG_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHiqs8sAI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0O5boAcexBk/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496722006109630466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the countless smiles, pure joy, contentment, happiness-the spirit of the Ghanaian people continues to amaze me, inspire me and something I long for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6760506067352178454?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6760506067352178454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6760506067352178454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6760506067352178454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6760506067352178454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-reading.html' title='Still Reading?'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TEhHklMZU0I/AAAAAAAAA7g/BaRY3cx9bws/s72-c/IMG_3889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3450835304613732930</id><published>2010-06-06T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:39:40.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>Whoo-What a Week!</title><content type='html'>I will start by saying Tony is home from Haiti-WOO HOO!!!! First week of summer vacation+ Dad being gone+ house building issues= a bit too much chaos and stress, we have all survived though. Wanted to share some exciting pictures of Big Sister from this week. We just purchased her first set of point shoes, she is looking forward to dancing on her toes in a couple of weeks. Her wonderful ballet teacher meets each girl at the store so that she can help with the fitting, to make sure the fit is the best choice. You can see her in the background of the mirror-she is so proud of our beautiful ballerina-what a blessing she is to our family. Something I have realized several times in the last few weeks-my children are venturing and leading their Mom into unchartered territory! I have loved learning what they are passionate about. Looking forward to (The store wasn't really set up for picture taking of the monumental first time 'up on toes' so you will have to excuse the busy picture....I am sure her shorts don't help much with that either)&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TAwFU98MBfI/AAAAAAAAA6U/b6n7oI_-IZ0/s320/IMG_3204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479760704385582578" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TAwFUdRcaGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/9FCEHbreqTM/s320/IMG_3205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479760695616366690" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TAwFVezD9aI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Z6Mofgn2i7c/s320/IMG_3218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479760713205675426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-3450835304613732930?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3450835304613732930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3450835304613732930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3450835304613732930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3450835304613732930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoo-what-week.html' title='Whoo-What a Week!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TAwFU98MBfI/AAAAAAAAA6U/b6n7oI_-IZ0/s72-c/IMG_3204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-7719281220465786543</id><published>2010-05-29T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:22:39.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Missing One</title><content type='html'>This week Dad is out of the country serving in Haiti. A few months ago he told me about this trip and asked what I thought. Of course I said GO! But then again I am the girl who has always gone and wanted to 'go' any where to serve, anytime-anyplace. Missions is one of my passions, unfortunately something about being the mother to 4 slows the 'going places' to serve down a bit. Tony, however, is not the 'goer' nor is he the social guy who wants to be part of the group. Give him a quiet pond to fish in or a field to hunt in and nobody to talk to and he is definitely a 'goer'! So when he said 'I think I should go' with a group he did not know, to a place he has never been......I thought God is at work and  was ready to pack his bags. Both of us knew that God was telling him to go and serve, opening doors and putting neon signs up just to make sure we got the message. Once again we didn't know the why of what God was calling us to do but indeed it was something we should do.  Just in last days before he left did we start to see maybe the reason-he said 'God is saying escape.....concentrate only on me....serve my people.....be my hands and feet'. With running a really busy company (now that the weather has turned hot) building a house and being Dad- his plate has been overflowing (as in out the door by around 5:30AM and working until at least 9PM). I am praying that this week will recharge his batteries, refresh his spirit, that he will be able to truly unplug from the world, for him to be able to spend an abundance of time in the presence of the Lord and for him to have an open mind/heart to what God will be showing/teaching/revealing to him. Praying for the people he will be serving and helping, that they see Christ thru him. Thanks for joining me in prayer for him, the team he is with and selfishly for me too it's the first week of summer vacation (too much change for one little one), painting the house and trying to keep things moving with the construction of our new home. Hoping Tony will write a post or two on his return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-7719281220465786543?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/7719281220465786543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=7719281220465786543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/7719281220465786543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/7719281220465786543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/missing-one.html' title='Missing One'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4526464248863647902</id><published>2010-05-29T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T10:00:01.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>Look who has earrings and a new hairdo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TABJrUYr7II/AAAAAAAAA6E/qDcn7ne1S6M/s1600/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TABJrUYr7II/AAAAAAAAA6E/qDcn7ne1S6M/s320/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476458155437976706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hell0 Kitty Earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TABJq9hilpI/AAAAAAAAA58/vysnACEJICU/s1600/IMG_3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TABJq9hilpI/AAAAAAAAA58/vysnACEJICU/s320/IMG_3107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476458149301098130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Diamonds'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big Sister and Princess have been longing for the week after the dance recital (need to post some pictures of that, someday) so they could cut their hair cut and their ears pierced. The cutting off of hair has become somewhat of a tradition, after needing it to be long enough for french braids and bun for recital time. Last Saturday we headed to get the hair cut first, so they wouldn't have tender ears, and then headed to the mall. Since the earrings have to stay in for 6-8 weeks and no earrings are allowed at the recital to protect the girls on pointe,  about 2 months ago when they brought the idea up we marked the date on the calendar. Princess went first and was SO brave, even with a little mishap when the back of one of the earrings had to be put back on-OUCH! I thought for sure Big Sister would change her mind after watching, but she didn't! We had a fun girly morning and lunch too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Just in case you are wondering: J already has her ears pierced and according to her memory they "didn't use a gun to pierce my ears and it didn't hurt like yours".....really 'cause I am thinking that whatever they pierced with in the village HAD to hurt way worse-glad she doesn't remember. She spent the morning serving alongside Daddy, helping pick up some of the mess leftover from one of the recent tornadoes. Brother spent the morning at baseball practice and hanging out with Oma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-4526464248863647902?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4526464248863647902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4526464248863647902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4526464248863647902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4526464248863647902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-who-has-earrings-and-new-hairdo.html' title='Look who has earrings and a new hairdo!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/TABJrUYr7II/AAAAAAAAA6E/qDcn7ne1S6M/s72-c/IMG_3108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8551031329561360291</id><published>2010-05-27T23:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:50:30.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>What a heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D9YpfdiI/AAAAAAAAA50/ayjCglwgVTY/s1600/IMG_3199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D9YpfdiI/AAAAAAAAA50/ayjCglwgVTY/s320/IMG_3199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170393773372962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proudly showing off the Game Ball he earned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D8-L_KnI/AAAAAAAAA5s/1hVwo2fJsFg/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170386670299762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D7RwSfMI/AAAAAAAAA5U/7Cs6tkR5i-c/s320/IMG_3165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170357563096258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His first hit-a triple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D7xIWh1I/AAAAAAAAA5c/UpWWsN6X5d4/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170365985523538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coming home-making sure he had touched home plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D8QtYN6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/cJlMmDGkZvE/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476170374462322594" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So excited-celebrating on the way to the coach-who was jumping up and down with excitement for him. Blessed by some amazing coaches who are teaching a lot more than 'just baseball'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could not be any prouder of Brother. He has given it his all in baseball this season, stepping into a sport he has never played. After breaking his arm after the first practice, he spent the first game on the bench and in the role of  bat boy and PLAYED the 2nd game of the season! Amazing....what we thought was going to be a REALLY long season with hopes of getting to play a game or two once the cast came off...the schedule was in our favor 3 weeks of games then 2 weeks of byes. Thanks to the crazy weather and tornados here (missing our new house by 1/2 mile and Tony's work by about 1 mile) a few games were cancelled. So after weeks in a cast, he has learned to throw again (fyi-if your kiddo breaks his/her throwing arm-do not let them discover a new way to throw with the casted arm) and is fighting through his tight arm muscles to swing the bat. This boy continues to amaze us with his heart and determination. He was 'rewarded' tonight with getting the honor of leading off the batting, getting a hit and ran his little legs off to third, and earning the game ball. I think he also had the entire stands cheering for him when he hit the ball-great team of parents. The coaches have gone above and beyond in teaching our little man about baseball, always making sure he has been included even while not being able to play and giving him extra attention to 'catch up' now that his cast is off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to the rest of the baseball season........well I think I am-there are 3 games next week and it is getting more humid and hotter around here by the minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8551031329561360291?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8551031329561360291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8551031329561360291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8551031329561360291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8551031329561360291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-heart.html' title='What a heart...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S_9D9YpfdiI/AAAAAAAAA50/ayjCglwgVTY/s72-c/IMG_3199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-7854336710291265139</id><published>2010-05-15T18:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:10:30.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><title type='text'>Complete the Phrase</title><content type='html'>The following is an assignment that Big Sister brought home from school-amazing girl she is!&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I want most in the world is....&lt;/b&gt;to have no homeless people and no one to be hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel sorry for....&lt;/b&gt;being cranky to my Mom, Dad and siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I was 21, I....&lt;/b&gt;would buy a Ford 4 wheel truck and horse trailer, with an apartment in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I could....&lt;/b&gt;fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like to eat....&lt;/b&gt;at Cattlemans Steakhouse (just like her daddy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would rather ....&lt;/b&gt;read than play video games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I do not like to....&lt;/b&gt;do laundry. (just like her mommy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so blessed to be her parents, she is growing into a remarkable young lady....way too fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-7854336710291265139?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/7854336710291265139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=7854336710291265139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/7854336710291265139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/7854336710291265139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/complete-phrase.html' title='Complete the Phrase'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3803077254173421350</id><published>2010-05-12T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:59:21.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>The Two Lefties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-tcAm3VpZI/AAAAAAAAA40/ssn9S24Rctw/s1600/IMG_2805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-tcAm3VpZI/AAAAAAAAA40/ssn9S24Rctw/s320/IMG_2805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470567337874007442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Brother got his cast off Grandpa got his permanent one on. They both broke both bones just above their wrist in their left (dominant). Thankfully little bones grow back together, older bones not so much. His bones needed a few pins to hold them together. Must say the little one has had a bit more of a positive outlook about the whole thing then the older one. But if he grows up to be like my father-in-law, I will be a lucky mom. Love these two and from this picture it is easy to see their love for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-3803077254173421350?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3803077254173421350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3803077254173421350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3803077254173421350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3803077254173421350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-lefties.html' title='The Two Lefties'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-tcAm3VpZI/AAAAAAAAA40/ssn9S24Rctw/s72-c/IMG_2805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4677802802708849788</id><published>2010-05-08T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:07:07.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess's Last Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N34l5_SlI/AAAAAAAAA10/NWlkx59AA-w/s320/IMG_2535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468346186689628754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N33n58klI/AAAAAAAAA1k/_hUZIZtv_jE/s1600/IMG_2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N33n58klI/AAAAAAAAA1k/_hUZIZtv_jE/s320/IMG_2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468346170046452306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother had his fist baseball game tonight and was beyond excited ALL day long, so say the teachers who have kids on the team. I think he and his buddies talked a lot&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N35NTdelI/AAAAAAAAA18/G1ydlezJH6c/s320/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468346197265447506" /&gt; about it today. He continues to amaze me with his attitude. He could have chosen to be disappointed because he couldn't 'play', he could have chosen to complain about going to a game only to sit on the bench, but he chose to be excited to cheer on his teammates. He chose to be excited, loving and enjoying each moment. His coaches are wonderful and go above and beyond to make sure he feels like a part of the team. He was the 'bat boy' and he gave 100%, he cheered on his friends, and he LOVED every second of it, and somehow managed to come home looking like he had been on the field on night. Grass stains and all, guess we get to see how good I am at laundry.&lt;div&gt;(sorry the format on blogger is a bit crazy, but I wanted to share the pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N35rd8uKI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UyGxjCxr_aM/s320/IMG_2537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468346205362501794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N34P6Wf_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/XRKRDO9eMos/s320/IMG_2532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468346180785569778" /&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/7455331287073905952-1576731063796180602?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1576731063796180602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1576731063796180602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1576731063796180602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1576731063796180602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-baseball-game.html' title='First Baseball Game'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S-N34l5_SlI/AAAAAAAAA10/NWlkx59AA-w/s72-c/IMG_2535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2013998412266507645</id><published>2010-05-02T19:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:48:26.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Meet Samson</title><content type='html'>Yes it has been some time since I posted, guess one can blame......life. Brother is doing well with his arm in a  cast and he only has just over 2 weeks left- woo hoo! He has done awesome-he has the most amazing attitude just taking on the world as a 'righty'. He only missed 2 baseball practices, he has been out there every week, even though the only thing he can do is practice catching. He has not said "I can't" because of his cast, his spirit and attitude continue to amaze me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is still coming along. Insulation starts this week soon to follow drywall.....meaning the hours of painting are almost here. So anyone who reads this and lives in driving distance please join the painting parties with me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd62235af9c3b839" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd62235af9c3b839%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688996%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1874F86A9D5E5965118DFC68592235476EBC9CE6.1E49DF3A9D7976A1D50409D7107DFB6E23FD1EA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd62235af9c3b839%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmBTKC9JXYCp2KUnyEhsy_FkUc0c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd62235af9c3b839%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688996%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1874F86A9D5E5965118DFC68592235476EBC9CE6.1E49DF3A9D7976A1D50409D7107DFB6E23FD1EA9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd62235af9c3b839%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmBTKC9JXYCp2KUnyEhsy_FkUc0c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our newest member, no we do not have another child-at least not the human kind- Samson, born a week ago, furry small and black. He is a calf whose momma didn't produce milk, therefor he is a bottle fed calf. Imagine the joy of our oldest-she is in heaven. Thought I would share a few pics and a video if I am smart enough to get it posted-enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S94WBsYgRwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/iZlUHjPrlIU/s320/2010-05-01+18.52.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466831216023979778" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S94WBecDc_I/AAAAAAAAA08/zGer2xlDpfA/s320/2010-05-01+18.50.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466831212280771570" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S94WCCGYqjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/zDlzISbkL48/s320/2010-05-01+18.52.52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466831221853563442" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S94WDEc8XWI/AAAAAAAAA1U/nrBK3NylCGs/s320/2010-05-01+18.53.20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466831239664917858" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S94WDtnkJVI/AAAAAAAAA1c/MGhllI1fTmA/s320/2010-05-01+18.53.31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466831250715321682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice J running out of the pic-that was about 2 seconds after the picture of her feeding him, he pulled at the bottle and she took off -no more feeding for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2013998412266507645?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2013998412266507645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2013998412266507645&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2013998412266507645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2013998412266507645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/05/meet-sampson.html' title='Meet Samson'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S94WBsYgRwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/iZlUHjPrlIU/s72-c/2010-05-01+18.52.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4943965306845889296</id><published>2010-04-17T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:12:18.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Help....</title><content type='html'>We are trying something new for the kiddos having to endure some 'fit throwing'. We are in a little space-no place really to escape the sights, sounds, etc of one on a rage. Thanks to someone's blog I read (can't remember who or I would give them credit) we have started rewarding the ones having to listen and watch, wait patiently for Mom's attention, etc. They have been rewarded with some extra tv time, extra reading time at night, drink/dessert at S0nic.....So today Brother noticed that J was about to escalte-very in tune he is-so he says "Hey J....now would be a great time to throw a fit, because I would love some ice cream" She looked at him a bit shocked, I guess if I was looking in the mirror I would have seen a  shocked face as well. He continued "If you scream and I have to listen to it, I get to help Mom come up with a reward for having to listen to it......I would like some ice cream". Well I guess his little challenge was enough to stop the escalating, she did not like that idea and kept her cool.  A little later he said "well.....guess I can hope we get ice cream for dessert later".  I think a little help from Brother is what I needed today and hope it works again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-4943965306845889296?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4943965306845889296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4943965306845889296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4943965306845889296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4943965306845889296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-help.html' title='A Little Help....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8951761217686766075</id><published>2010-04-14T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:49:08.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Arm</title><content type='html'>Brother broke his arm today during P.E. at school. Of course his left, thankfully he is a bit ambidextrous. Broke both bones just above his wrist. After a quick stop at the minor ER to verify a break with a scare of needing surgery, and a 9 hour stay in the children's ER, it is now 'set'. Thankful for that 'gut mommy instinct' that made me demand that an orthopedic see the x-rays and visit with us. Yes, I know kind  ER doctor that you have seen lots of breaks, yes I know kids' bones heal quickly-precisly the reason I don't want it casted in a 'wrong' position, I can hear that it is a busy day in the ER and my kid's problem is minor, yes I understand I will have to wait for the ortho on call to come down.....but guess what this is my kid and he happens to be my  most important 'case' and only the best care is what he will be getting and he will be looked at by a pediatric specialist 'cause I know my rights :-) I wish I was very wrong about the whole thing but "I told you so"  doctor lady, thanks for semi apologizing. Bad break, needed to be straightened out or would have had a crooked arm and who knows what other side effects. We are home and he is finally resting peacefully. He is quite bummed after having his first baseball practice for his first season yesterday. He loved it and was so excited for the season. His first concern in learning he had a broken arm was baseball and not being able to write for school-letting his teammates/teacher down.  He is such an amazing kid, with an incredible spirit and pain threshold. Hard to see my boy hurting and sad. Once again blessed by my children's great, caring teachers and baseball coaches all for checking in on him. Blessed that we dealing with 'just' a broken arm. Prayers please and thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8951761217686766075?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8951761217686766075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8951761217686766075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8951761217686766075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8951761217686766075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-arm.html' title='Broken Arm'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8440282641737954897</id><published>2010-04-11T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:26:02.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fun Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5458347385421279537%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMHaw87gtNda%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had some much needed relaxing family time this weekend. Here are some pics of our fun at a friend's pond. Someday sooner than later we can be doing this on our own pond-YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-8440282641737954897?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8440282641737954897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8440282641737954897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8440282641737954897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8440282641737954897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-family-time.html' title='Fun Family Time'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2952516679306002721</id><published>2010-04-08T21:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:05:01.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Profound Words</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it amazes me, how many times I have to be given the same message to 'clue in'. Thankfully God just keeps sending messengers my way to drive a message home. There are a couple of people in my life who are able to see when they look at me or hear it in my voice that I am struggling. A simple "I am praying for you" without having to share what's on my heart, means so much to me and reminds me that God has surrounded me with His love. This week there have been several messengers as God is teaching me something, or trying to if only I would be a willing student. I would like to share a bit about two of the 'messengers'. One is a friend who is so incredibly encouraging, offering support, laughter, mini-escapes, loving corrections, always willing to listen, so much fun just to 'be' with and has truly come along side me in this parenting journey as adoption has changed that path.  The wise words she shared with me this time (after she had listened to me purge about a rough day)...let's pray that "God will make the best choice the desire of your heart". What wise words! As I shared with her about struggling with a parenting decision, she didn't tell me one way was right/wrong, she didn't try and fix the issue, she didn't even tell me I was crazy :-) She simply said I will pray for confidence and wisdom about the decision and ask for God to make the correct choice the desire of you heart. If you are a parent, you know that some times it just stinks (at least if you are honest). Yes parenting is very rewarding, full of joys and precious times that I feel like I could not live without.....but other times are simply rough, hard and/or painful. What wise words to have been blessed with by a friend during a time of struggle. What are the desires of my heart?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another messenger was a songwriter. Ever been driving along in the car when the words to a song simply floor you, cause tears to come to your eyes, cause you to go to the Lord right then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was smart enough to link the song here for you, but I am not. However, I can share with you the lyrics that hit me head on and caused me to buy the song and listen to it a 100 times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know far better than I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if destruction's what I need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I'll receive it Lord from Thee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, I'll receive it Lord from Thee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's your eye in the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watching over me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's your eye in the storm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanting only good for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you are the war&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me be the casualty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Till I'm yours alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am only yours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am yours alone. Lord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Hard to ask for, hard to long for.....is it really my desire receive destruction? Indeed when there is less of me there is more Him. Yet, is war and destruction in my life the only way I 'get it'...guess so. Guess when I am plugging along trying to do it all myself-solve all the problems, carry the load, be the 'wisdom' for the situation, fight the battles.....I get in the way. I long to truly receive the destruction as a gift, not as a hinderance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So thankful for messengers who share God's word with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This morning this verse was part of the devotion I was reading during my quiet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Dear...sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow." James 1:2-3 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:helvetica, 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Guess I am still in need of a few more messengers, guess I am a bit hard headed....shocker I know to those of you who know me ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7455331287073905952-2952516679306002721?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2952516679306002721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2952516679306002721&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2952516679306002721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2952516679306002721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-profound-words.html' title='Profound Words'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4024561111392815719</id><published>2010-04-06T16:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:44:13.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Car Conversations....</title><content type='html'>Yes we are in the car a lot! I was grinning from ear to ear while they were talking, I wish I could have recorded it-here is what I can remember-&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Topic today:Heaven. &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; If I could take a picture of anything in the world......just one picture........it would be of heaven..then I could paint and draw more pictures of what it will be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess:&lt;/b&gt; I wonder if there will be cars, because if there are there could be car wrecks.......and that means tears and hurting and there isn't any of that in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; There HAS to be cars! (Nascar fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess:&lt;/b&gt; Well, apparently there must be cars......cause you like them a lot.......and Heaven is full of things that make you happy. Maybe there will be scooters.........those seem safer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; Scooters?!?! All six of us can't fit on a scooter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess: &lt;/b&gt;We could each have our own. Besides we probably won't all get there at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; I wonder how old we will be.......will we be kids........or old people.......I think I have too many questions for God when I get to Heaven..........I think I will talk his ear off.......it will take way more than 1 hour to ask all my questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess:&lt;/b&gt; Good thing you will be there forever then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; It must be a really big place too cause there are a lot of people............well at least I think there are a lot of people that believe.........cause you have to believe that Jesus died on the cross for your sins if you would like to get there....wonder why some people don't believe that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess:&lt;/b&gt; I like to draw pictures of crosses........it reminds me of Jesus.......(as she is smiling) He died for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; I think I will ask Him why He made things like mosquitos and why there are people who like to steal from others........I don't think I will remember all the questions I have to ask.......Mom you think you can remind me when we get there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I sure will try&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/7455331287073905952-4024561111392815719?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4024561111392815719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4024561111392815719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4024561111392815719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4024561111392815719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/04/car-conversations.html' title='Car Conversations....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3627211313372366425</id><published>2010-04-04T21:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:05:16.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter-He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7lOfbZyhpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k7AmM3OrvQM/s1600/IMG_1630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7lOfbZyhpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k7AmM3OrvQM/s320/IMG_1630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478725374903954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather today was absolutely perfect! What a beautiful day to spend outside celebrating our risen Savior with family and friends. This picture was taken at our church's sunrise service-God 'painted a beautiful picture' as my children say, we were blessed with quite a view as we gathered to worship. The air conditioner went out at church but thanks to this amazing heat and air guy I know and his great company before the end of service we were all cool again-Thanks Hubby for 'serving' not only rocking babies this morning but sharing your talents to help us all feel a bit more comfortable in our Easter attire. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Easter egg hunt after our bible study ended with the releasing of butterflies-so fun! Tony's brother's family was in town and joined us for church-so we were able to worship this morning with all the cousins for the first time :-) So when you look at the pictures below-no we have not multiplied, just enjoyed our nieces and nephew. After church we went to the annual &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7lQKigTiJI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bdXFsxm-jHk/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456480565527283858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waggoner family picnic. I LOVE the extended family I married into. Some of the funnest, most gracious, giving people ever. Plenty of delicious food, a plethora of eggs and prizes for the abundance of children and lots of smiles and laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5456476782320936481%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCP_Z4rCH1pvVggE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&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/7455331287073905952-3627211313372366425?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3627211313372366425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3627211313372366425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3627211313372366425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3627211313372366425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-he-is-risenter.html' title='Easter-He is Risen!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7lOfbZyhpI/AAAAAAAAAsU/k7AmM3OrvQM/s72-c/IMG_1630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3438583935148324691</id><published>2010-03-28T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:30:43.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Dinner Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7AQw0Zd7cI/AAAAAAAAArw/Fw8BgIXiO0M/s1600/cheese+puffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7AQw0Zd7cI/AAAAAAAAArw/Fw8BgIXiO0M/s320/cheese+puffs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453877579630898626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at dinner the Princess shared something she had learned at school. (a little background before you think I feed my kids only junk......we had a huge lunch after church so no one was really hungry for dinner but I knew we all needed something in our bellies or we would be rising at 2AM with grumbling tummies) So as we are fine dining on chicken nuggets, fruit, asparagus and cheese puffs...Princess proudly holds up a cheese puff that is extra long that is shaped like an "S". She says "Look I have an extra long puff and it is shaped like an S" We all admire and are a bit shocked thinking - how did that happen. A few minutes later she giggles and says the same thing again, proudly displaying yet another one. Well apparently dear ol' Mom and Dad are not paying attention. I said "What are you doing to make that happen?" Lots of giggles and she explains what she has done "Nibble off the end....lick it........nibble off the end of another one......lick it......then stick them together......like this" Proudly displaying yet again another "S".  Dear daughter of mine, where did you learn this? Grinning from ear to ear she says "At school from M" (a little boy in her class who I will be nice to his parents and not put his name out there for the world to see) Oh the joys of the lunchroom :-) Sorry I didn't take any pictures, fingers were too cheesy to hold the camera.....not that I was making any 'S's" of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-3438583935148324691?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3438583935148324691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3438583935148324691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3438583935148324691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3438583935148324691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/dinner-time.html' title='Dinner Time'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S7AQw0Zd7cI/AAAAAAAAArw/Fw8BgIXiO0M/s72-c/cheese+puffs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-109096490804505153</id><published>2010-03-23T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T07:29:07.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Time.........Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6arArbm41I/AAAAAAAAArg/uizRyw_XsLA/s1600-h/friendship-comments3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6arArbm41I/AAAAAAAAArg/uizRyw_XsLA/s320/friendship-comments3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451232427125433170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal, I wonder if anyone other than the few folks that leave comments (THANK YOU) ever read this blog. Awhile back I added a little widget thing to let me know where 'readers' are from so I know this is read occasionally. I have been amazed at where people have 'come from'. Canada, Moscow, England and of course the good 'ol USA. Regulars from:&lt;div&gt;Lots of cities in Oklahoma-Norman, OKC, Tulsa, Jenks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;several from Texas-Arlington, Plano, Wylie, Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herndon and Reston, Va&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mobile, Al ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oregon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh at some of the hits from g00gle, makes me also have to think about the words I type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know who a few of you are-but clueless to others. Would you mind taking the time to comment and let me know why you read-are you another adoptive parent, mom of a RAD kidddo, find our life fascinating ;-), our chaos makes your life seem normal, you are sweet family and like to keep up with us? Just curious, guess you get to keep reading even if you don't comment-but it sure would help with my curiosity. Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-109096490804505153?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/109096490804505153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=109096490804505153&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/109096490804505153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/109096490804505153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-timeplease.html' title='Take the Time.........Please'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6arArbm41I/AAAAAAAAArg/uizRyw_XsLA/s72-c/friendship-comments3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2004653109033006900</id><published>2010-03-22T08:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:25:15.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>One Night at a Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aswqxDxRI/AAAAAAAAAro/o8-8UPghqU4/s1600-h/radisson-hotel-utica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aswqxDxRI/AAAAAAAAAro/o8-8UPghqU4/s320/radisson-hotel-utica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451234351092319506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, one night at a hotel offers A LOT of blog material! I am used to traveling and checking in a hotel with four kiddos by myself, because of  our summer travels to visit our Alabama friends often include Dad flying to join us for just some of the time, with summer being his busiest season of work. So the strange looks of having four children lined up following me, all totong their belongings into the lobby while I check in I am used to :-) One man was in the check in line in front of us (while his wife and two kids were hanging out in the lobby). Apparently, this man wanted to make friends with the lady behind the counter and share his life story and where they had been, why they had come, etc. When the gal behind the counter showed no interest, he decided to strike up a conversation with me. Sorry buddy, I am friendly, but not stupid. I will not tell you were I am from, where my husband is, my name, why I am here or for how long.......you are what is called a 'stranger' I will be pleasant but you will not get details, while I am staying out of town with my kids alone. Waiting behind you for 10 minutes is entirely to long when I have to pee and have a little girl doing 'the dance' beside me-quit talking, get your keys and move it! When it was finally our turn and we got our keys, I thought 'relief' is on the way- let's get to our room. On the 8th floor, all the way at the end of the hall-kids were thrilled with the elevator time and the long walk (mom not so much). However, I was pretty thrilled with the idea that the end of the hall meant less foot traffic come bed time. Little did I know that our only neighbors had at least two screaming children. Not just an occasional scream, more like the whole time they were in the room, along with either bouncing off the walls or kicking it constantly especially when my children are trying to go to sleep! However the 'best' of the hotel experience was the next morning as we were headed down to the pool. The lights flickered and then went out, elevators stop-thankfully we were waiting on one and not in one. We choose to take the stairs, only their stairs were only fire stairs-meaning all the doors to the floors were locked, you could only exit outside at the back of the building. We exited a bit dizzy from the round and round of 8 flights, which were really 16 I think, we froze as we walked to the front of the building in our swim suits to get in. By this time I guess the whole hotel had lost power, meaning all the fountains and water flowing down the slides were not happening. So much for a 'water park'. The kids swam in the pool and had a good time anyway, just for a shorter amount of time. All dried off, ready to head up the room...........how to get there.......can't take the stairs because the door to the 8th floor is locked.......a nice maintenance man said he would take us to use the freight elevator (apparently the only thing running on a generator). So several dark hallways and many 'behind the scenes' looks at a hotel later we made it to our room. Told all the kids to take a turn in the shower to get rid of the chlorine residue and there is NO HOT WATER, not even warm, only ICE COLD. Guess they have electric hot water tanks-no showers for us (such a luxury we take for granted). We gathered all our belongings and made the round and round trip back down the stairs. Stood in line to check out, only to be told we couldn't. Excuse me, I understand you don't have your little computers up and running but I am leaving, I don't want you to run my debit card I have cash I would like to give you. One could have thought I was asking them to move mountains, amazing how I had to convince her to take my $. I am sure she would have happily charged me for a late check out and another night when her computers came back up, though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the hotel craziness, we had a great time and saw some special people who don't get to see as often as we would like. I didn't take my camera, I know hard to believe, I just wanted to enjoy the moment.  So I don't have any 'good' pictures only some on my phone. We were able to see one of my bestest friends whom I have known since 8th grade and roomed with in college. She has four precious children, the youngest being twin boys who are 3. Eight kids -10, 8, 7, 7,6, 4,3 and 3 only two Mommmies makes for a busy dinner with not a whole lot of finished conversations but entertaining for sure. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSQWy0oZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oYRFGMog2vU/s1600-h/2010-03-17+18.51.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSQWy0oZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oYRFGMog2vU/s320/2010-03-17+18.51.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451205208672870802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Me and my buddy Gus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSQWy0oZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/oYRFGMog2vU/s1600-h/2010-03-17+18.51.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also had lunch with a beautiful Godly woman and Brother's precious God sister. It was fun watching him take 'ownership' of her and feeding and helping take care of her. He adores her and I wish they got to see each other more often.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSQ5P6vcI/AAAAAAAAArA/xv3mj9ts7vk/s1600-h/2010-03-18+12.24.57.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSQ5P6vcI/AAAAAAAAArA/xv3mj9ts7vk/s320/2010-03-18+12.24.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451205217921711554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSRdenbiI/AAAAAAAAArI/mYXiI8ChZH0/s1600-h/2010-03-18+12.48.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSRdenbiI/AAAAAAAAArI/mYXiI8ChZH0/s320/2010-03-18+12.48.03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451205227647036962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSR2NKBLI/AAAAAAAAArQ/rDgv4CxiKzk/s1600-h/2010-03-18+13.12.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aSR2NKBLI/AAAAAAAAArQ/rDgv4CxiKzk/s320/2010-03-18+13.12.32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451205234284692658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2004653109033006900?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2004653109033006900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2004653109033006900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2004653109033006900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2004653109033006900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-night-at-hotel.html' title='One Night at a Hotel'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S6aswqxDxRI/AAAAAAAAAro/o8-8UPghqU4/s72-c/radisson-hotel-utica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-777899701480742831</id><published>2010-03-18T20:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:54:59.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Spring Break.......</title><content type='html'>*before reading the following, please know it was written after a LONG day-don't be judgmental please. Writing this for anyone who might be reading who has experienced a day like this-YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Wrote this Friday night and have waited to post it until today, making sure I wanted to share it*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Break is suppose to be a great week, a break from school, filled with not having to be anywhere early(I would say sleeping in but my darlings have never learned that art), a week spent serving by building houses in Mexico (several years spent doing this-LOVED by all) and sometimes a vacation to somewhere-that's at least what it looks like in our house. Well, no vacation anywhere this year-building a house kind of takes precedent along with the funds, not ready to leave the country quite yet with all of us, so we stayed around home. We have hosted our almost 3 year old nephew from down south for a couple of days-spent a day at the zoo and a lot of time in the beautiful sunny outdoors. We also took a quick trip about 1.5 hours away to see some dear friends and enjoy a small indoor water park at a hotel (that we have been to before and the kids have been asking to go back, but this hotel experience deserves it's very own blog post for another day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this fun, change in routine, along with a little guest has been too much for J. I was fully prepared mentally, anticipating some rough times, expecting some not so fun behavior, choosing my wardrobe appropriately for some &lt;a href="http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-days-are-just-tough.html"&gt;'pocket time'&lt;/a&gt;.........let's just say I have experienced all I had expected, anticpated and a whole lot more. J has been so dissregulated and everything I have done to try and help hasn't had a whole lot of effect if any, or so I feel. It has truly seemed like she is in a 'spot' and is unable to budge or move out of it. Makes me sad, frustrated, angry........she comes from a tough place, has dealt with more in her short life than I ever have or will probably have to deal with and my heart breaks for her.....by the end of the day the 'yuck' had effected us all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing some of what this 'yuck'- it's tough to do. (Makes me wonder how you will view my children, our family. But if just one other parent reads this and gets the feeling that they are not alone, it is worth it all.)  What this yuck looks like in our world is a little girl who works really hard at being annoying to her siblings, seeking everyone's attention at any cost, excessive talking-especially in the car, and playing 'dumb games' just to give you a glimpse (how to buckle, where is the fridge, how to get dressed-all things that she is fully capable of doing). All these were in full force Friday, I will spare you the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J's day needed to be done and she went to bed early Fri evening. After tucking her in, Princess greeted me with a hug and this statement "Sorry Mom that you have to deal with this (referring to some pretty ugly behavior)........after taking us somewhere special........thanks for taking us...........you now have all our laundry to do, too...........you could teach me and I would do it for you" LOVE this girl and my heart breaks for her, too. Not only does she have to watch/listen to her sister's behavior she watches her Mom struggle thru it. We were able to talk a bit tonight about the need to remember that J comes from a tough place and what she has had to overcome and there are times like this week that are just too much for her and she is not yet able to verbalize all her feelings, therefor they come out in her behavior. Our 3 biological children 'get' that, i really think they do, but they are children and easily forget it in the midst of dealing with the behavior (just like I do at times). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying that the Lord continue to lead us down this path He has chosen for us, for Him to continue to pave the road, to give us all the skills needed to be the best parent for each one of our kiddos. I am at peace knowing that all 4 of our kids are growing into remarkable beings because of one another, however, there are some times like this His peace is hard to feel. His peace that surpasses all understanding..........it's just that, we can't understand it........I do long for it and know that in the morning the sun will rise and we will be given the gift of a new day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-777899701480742831?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/777899701480742831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=777899701480742831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/777899701480742831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/777899701480742831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break.......'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3868108569671270731</id><published>2010-03-15T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:08:18.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Another Great Car Conversation</title><content type='html'>I think I live in my car somedays, especially with driving out to the house to check progress (or lack there of) everyday. This also means the kids are in the car a lot. I try to strike up some 'good' conversations so as to keep everyone sane and not from killing each other with all our togetherness. Not sure how this particular conversation was started but it went a bit like this......&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; You know how you can't get to all the planets..........you can't get to the other side of the universe even on a space rocket..........and you can't get to Heaven until you die...........I think maybe Heaven is on the other side of the universe.............what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Bubba, that is what you call a hypothesis............that's your hypothesis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brother:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's my what!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I Sa-id (with a bit of a sassy attitude) that is your HY.POTH.ESIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I am trying to drive down the road with my eyes filled with tears from laughing so hard at the whole conversation, that my 6 year old is the one using the 'big' words that come freely flowing from Big Sister's mouth all the time and Brother is yet again weaving his faith into his everyday thoughts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big Sister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to Princess: Do you even know what that means? (said in a loving but shocked voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Well, she used it in the right way, my guess is yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Princess:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (proudly) YES, it is an educated guess..........how you think an experiment is going to turn out..........and everyone can have their own.........it's Bubba's guess about where Heaven is since we don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brother:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Well Mom what do you think about my hipoth........hipoth...... (giggles) whatever Ma said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I think I have some very wise children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-3868108569671270731?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3868108569671270731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3868108569671270731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3868108569671270731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3868108569671270731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-great-car-conversation.html' title='Another Great Car Conversation'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-992989026091495087</id><published>2010-03-12T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:05:15.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>New Look Thanks to a Friend!</title><content type='html'>A sweet, precious friend volunteered to spruce up my blog and I love it! What do you think? Be nice in your comments, 'cause she will be reading as well ;-) She even tried to teach me how to do some things to change it more often-not sure if I will remember how and with how sporadic I blog I bet you faithful readers are laughing out loud at the idea of me changing the 'look' very often. Now for a bit about this wonderful woman (because it's my blog and I can write about whomever I want, but I will keep her nameless unless she would like to claim her creativity) This beautiful woman, both inside and out, has an amazing spirit. She lives her life as a servant and it is pure joy to watch her serve her family. Her husband is in school and she is his biggest cheerleader and I admire all the support she gives him daily and how she talks about him to others. She is truly a Proverbs 31 Woman.  She has only been in my life a 'short time' but I am very thankful for God bringing them here and sharing their family with us. If you live nearby I might even introduce her to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-992989026091495087?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/992989026091495087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=992989026091495087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/992989026091495087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/992989026091495087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-look-thanks-to-friend.html' title='New Look Thanks to a Friend!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6564811863337838892</id><published>2010-03-11T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:21:53.065-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>The new rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the process of building our dream home.......one with space and multiple potties! I took these pics a week or so ago and am just getting around to posting. Lack of posts=time spent on the house, or parenting, or life, or maybe just laziness..........Anyhoo the kids wanted their pics taken in the their new room, so now you can use your imagination to put some walls on the frame and 'see' their room, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-yyC7kJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RSzCHsl1-DM/s1600-h/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-yyC7kJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RSzCHsl1-DM/s320/IMG_1401.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447595003918127250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the front door (note the puddles from the crazy rain that keeps coming).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-yUUXwGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/wr3QfQn7yZw/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-yUUXwGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/wr3QfQn7yZw/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447594995938213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little girls admiring the view from Big Sister's room (she is missing from the pics because she was busy dancing at the studio)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-xwb2gqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Exlz5XrWR5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-xwb2gqI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Exlz5XrWR5Y/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447594986305913506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The princess proudly 'standing on her bed' so she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-xVJY2NI/AAAAAAAAAqA/q6j0VnYHpAE/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-xVJY2NI/AAAAAAAAAqA/q6j0VnYHpAE/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447594978980714706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother-smiling big-notice lack of eyes (they disappear when he grins big)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-w95PavI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JwjUbwrhWXc/s1600-h/IMG_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-w95PavI/AAAAAAAAAp4/JwjUbwrhWXc/s320/IMG_1385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447594972738972402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does this picture really need a caption.......think the stance says it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6564811863337838892?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6564811863337838892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6564811863337838892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6564811863337838892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6564811863337838892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-rooms.html' title='The new rooms'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S5m-yyC7kJI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RSzCHsl1-DM/s72-c/IMG_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-9177387039568364004</id><published>2010-03-03T17:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:13:09.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Radar Ears?</title><content type='html'>Is it possible that a conversation had at school in the evening during parent/teacher conference can be heard by the child in discussion who is at home being read to by Grammy?!?!? Ugh! The Ghanaian Princess has had a great few weeks at school and her teacher was singing her praises about how well she is doing...............then there was today. It truly seems as though she knew what we had discussed and chose to see how wrong she could do it today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-9177387039568364004?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/9177387039568364004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=9177387039568364004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/9177387039568364004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/9177387039568364004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/03/radar-ears.html' title='Radar Ears?'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4056856276202266901</id><published>2010-02-26T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:12:18.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Wise Words</title><content type='html'>We have had almost a week of 'pure joy'......all good things must come to an end, I guess. But I so wish I would have read the following quote about a week ago, when things were all but pure joy, I think I will write it on a wall....&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Remember that when things are getting near unbearable, that is the time to celebrate because glory is coming- &lt;a href="http://www.beyondconsequences.com"&gt;Heather Forbes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love this! We have indeed been enjoying the glory and hopefully will again sooner than later.&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/7455331287073905952-4056856276202266901?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4056856276202266901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4056856276202266901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4056856276202266901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4056856276202266901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/wise-words.html' title='Wise Words'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1294012767784668612</id><published>2010-02-23T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:25:16.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>The switch.........</title><content type='html'>still flipped! I am probably going to jinx it by posting this but since shouting it from a mountain top isn't an option I will just shout it into cyber land-Her behavior has been nothing but totally delightful both at school and home. Throughly enjoying every second of it-PURE JOY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1294012767784668612?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1294012767784668612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1294012767784668612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1294012767784668612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1294012767784668612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/switch.html' title='The switch.........'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1426674334253055799</id><published>2010-02-21T18:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:27:09.593-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>The switch has been flipped and I am LOVING it!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S4HWMJ2g2eI/AAAAAAAAAps/dnrd0KR2rqo/s1600-h/IMG_1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S4HWMJ2g2eI/AAAAAAAAAps/dnrd0KR2rqo/s320/IMG_1103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440865329131608546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon has been nothing but delightful!!!! Despite the rainy cold weather we have had the BEST afternoon in a long time. Granted we have only had 2 of the 4 this afternoon (two are at a musical with Oma) but we have had so much fun. We even went grocery shopping and yes we have had fun. The Ghanaian Princess has had the very best attitude and behavior this afternoon. Not sure if it is because we have had a hellacious three or four days (paying Mom and Dad back for being a quick our of town trip), or the fact that she has been the only sister at home this afternoon.....quite frankly I don't care but I have LOVED every second. She has been full of smiles, manners, giggles, holding my hand because she wants to (not a hand in my pocket) has been gracious, kind, helpful........oh my I think I am in Heaven and am sad that the night is coming to an end. Right now Dad is doing bath time and I just had to share some of the GREAT since I often share some of the not so great. Now I fully know the switch to craziness will be flipped back but I am SO enjoying the great day!!!!&lt;div&gt;Praising God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1426674334253055799?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1426674334253055799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1426674334253055799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1426674334253055799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1426674334253055799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/switch-has-been-flipped-and-i-am-loving.html' title='The switch has been flipped and I am LOVING it!!!!!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S4HWMJ2g2eI/AAAAAAAAAps/dnrd0KR2rqo/s72-c/IMG_1103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3481810742240323013</id><published>2010-02-19T16:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:06:47.388-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Friend of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S38TArvxI9I/AAAAAAAAApc/lznU6ilbeAs/s320/IMG_1218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440087777350853586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the preschool/kindergarten my children have attended. The director is an amazing Christian woman who firmly believes in the importance of play and enabling children to be capable beings. I wish my kids could stay in this school forever or at least have a few more teachers, better yet administrators who shared this philosophy. I love this school for so many reasons and could write many posts on what a wonderful place it is, how wonderful the teachers are and the invaluable lessons my children have learned.  But for this post I will just share one of the many  great things the kindergarten class does-making a friendship book for each child in the class. Each &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S38TBc3rXzI/AAAAAAAAApk/-9gJd6gO82o/s320/IMG_1219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440087790537367346" /&gt;child has their turn being the 'friend of the week'. Everyone in class makes a picture of the friend and writes why they think they are a great friend. Each page has "_________ is my friend because ________. I think__________. From your friend_________." They either fill in the blanks or dictate to a teacher what to write as well as draw a picture. When they are all finished the drawings are made into a book and the friend of the week comes to the front of the class while one of the teachers reads the book. What an amazing experience this is. The child (even the shy ones) beam as all eyes are on them and they hear what an amazing person they are. What an esteem building activity this is along with giving each child time in the spotlight. Here are a few of the things written in the Princess's book:&lt;div&gt;*she is fun to play with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is a good person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she sits quietly on the rug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is good at playing monkey bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she shares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she plays girls chase boys with us (written by a  boy, of course)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she works hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she does nice things for people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*she is good at climbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my favorite page in the book is written by the Princess herself "Madison is my friend because it's me. I think I am very smart. I also have good friends" My prayer is that she will maintain this positive self image when the world tries it's best to fill her mind with other thoughts. I think I might have to pull out the others books so they can reread a positive book all about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-3481810742240323013?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3481810742240323013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3481810742240323013&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3481810742240323013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3481810742240323013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/friend-of-week.html' title='Friend of the Week'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S38TArvxI9I/AAAAAAAAApc/lznU6ilbeAs/s72-c/IMG_1218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8358362709309405893</id><published>2010-02-12T09:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:18:44.292-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Go Away Snow!</title><content type='html'>I like snow, really I do......however I am DONE with snow for this winter! I am ready for warmer weather and DRY ground. I am done with the mud and yuck being tracked in, the wet clothes, and the coats, hats and gloves along with having to 'thaw' the car out to even get in it. All the extra time spent indoors is making our home seem even smaller. I think our toilet has even gone on strike-when the one toilet in the house for the six of you breaks, it becomes a bit of a crisis-especially since it is too cold to go outside ;-) Happy to report Dad and his little plumbing apprentices fixed it last night. Kudos to all of you that live with white stuff on the ground all winter. Our great state is just not prepared for all the snow we have had this winter. In the big scheme of life I know that my gripes are so very trivial and we are blessed beyond measure! But I am human and I do gripe, and since this is my blog I can gripe. If you would like to gripe to, feel free to leave a comment ;-)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the game of Building a House vs. Weather, Weather is in the lead. Hoping that yesterday's snow does not prevent the framers from finishing up the first floor today. Here some pictures from a few days ago-sorry if it is boring, but there have been a few out of town requests to be able to 'see' how the house is coming-so here are some pics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5437383816796206737%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCK7Az_u_7o_mPg%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt; Looking forward to sun filled warmer days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7455331287073905952-8358362709309405893?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8358362709309405893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8358362709309405893&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8358362709309405893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8358362709309405893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/go-away-snow.html' title='Go Away Snow!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-503143753515324000</id><published>2010-02-09T16:13:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:29:30.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Dumb Game in Full Force!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!!! We are going on day number two of the constant dumb games. There is a particular Mom that might just lose her mind, not naming any names or anything :-) Thankfully there is another Mom who brings so much encouragement, hope, laughter and joy to this parenting journey-visit her here &lt;a href="http://welcometomybrain.net/"&gt;www.welcometomybrain.net &lt;/a&gt; Christine has recently posted a video on parenting the' dumb game'. Before I share more of our two 'not so fun' afternoons playing the dumb game read or perhaps reread this blog I posted-it will make me feel a bit better about sharing &lt;a href="http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-yearnew-start.html"&gt;(being honest)&lt;/a&gt; Really, read it.....please.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So both yesterday and today when it came time to do homework, J decided to play dumb. Yesterday the two first graders in the house had 100 day projects to work on. Brother decided to link 100 paper clips together and J decided to put 100 stickers in the outline of 100 she had drawn with a crayon on a piece of paper. One minor problem with counting to 100-whether by 1's, 5's or 10's ( I wasn't picky)......you have to use your brain. I must admit she was using her brain and working really hard not to EVER make it past 29!!!!! J is very smart and very capable of counting to 100-by 1's, 5's and 10's-WHEN SHE WANTS TO. Yesterday she didn't want to. After "trying her best" because it is "so hard" and "I can't do this" counting wrong too many times to count.......the blow up came. Man oh man it was a doozy! Replaying many of Christine's videos in my brain, pulling out every therapeutic parenting trick I had, she became regulated-and completed her project in less than 5 minutes! This is where you say WOO HOO!!!! At least I did when it was all over. If your curious as to what flipped the switch and stopped the screaming, yelling, kicking and throwing-it was this-me very excitedly saying "Oh wow.....no way...can't believe that.......did you see you that?........I can't believe that was right out our window.........did you see it?" J looking at me like I had lost my mind (little did she know I was on the brink of it). Anyway, she immediately stopped the screaming and fit throwing because she just HAD to see what had ALL the attention of her Mom, since it was not her. I smiled and said welcome back let's use your smart brain to count to 100 and finish your work. Now, totally  regulated she counted to 100, by 1's then by 10's and just to show off a bit by 5's..........because she wanted to. The project was proudly on display this afternoon when I picked them up-WOO HOO!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same song second verse........ this afternoon during homework time-practicing spelling words. She is only required to do 4 of the 10 because she is an ESL student. The words are all 'art' words:art, cart, mart, part, etc.  So I gave her 'art' to start with-she wrote 'rat' -I asked her to sound it out she said 'rat' and knew it was not 'art'. I praised her for having the right three letters and for correctly sounding out the word she wrote and asked her to write 'art' using the three letters she had, just putting them in a different order. Wow, she is smart-she figured EVERY way of using those three letters BUT 'art'.  UUGGGHHHH!!!!!! Ready for the dumb games to find a new home!&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/7455331287073905952-503143753515324000?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/503143753515324000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=503143753515324000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/503143753515324000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/503143753515324000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/dumb-game-in-full-force.html' title='Dumb Game in Full Force!!!!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5895457685593141341</id><published>2010-02-06T21:14:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:21:08.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe this is the second year of having three daughters to get ready for the dance. J had been home just about a month and half last year, seems like so much longer. Looking at last years pictures they have all grown so much. This is such a fun tradition-from Grammy taking them dress shopping to Kade's date night with Mom-fun is had by all. Last year Daddy decided that dancing with three daughters at the same time didn't work so well and he didn't feel like they got the undivided attention he wanted them to have. He is setting high standards for their future dates and I LOVE that! This year we enlisted the help of two of the Godfathers. there are three dances so two tickets were bought for each dance so each girl would get to be the center of attention. Unfortunately, Big Sister's Godfather planned a get-away trip with his wife (guess we will let it slide this year). So Dad was on double duty. He took the littlest Princess to the first dance, then came home and picked up Big Sister and took them both to dinner, dropped the little one off and took Abbie to the last dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S249UT3l81I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Iq7Fpvc2uuA/s320/IMG_1089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435349219422892882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S249VTGV8FI/AAAAAAAAAmM/PTpRant1sgs/s320/IMG_1122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435349236396191826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S249V5feoxI/AAAAAAAAAmU/q8DKERFHERI/s320/IMG_1154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435349246702166802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S249TxpgC1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/riJqhSHjSGo/s320/IMG_1067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435349210236980050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S249U5mDz6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/ecdSigLmH0w/s320/IMG_1121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435349229549899682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J paced the floor for 15 minutes waiting on the arrival of her date-no he wasn't that late-she was that excited. After the paparazzi had finished taking pictures they were off to a dinner of nothing other than chicken and rice. Her Godparents are amazing people who have been there from literally the very beginning of our adoption journey-covered us in prayer, have laughed and cried with us, encouraged and supported, even showing us some tough love when we needed it. We are so very blessed by the role they have taken in J's life. Mitch, being the father of two boys, really stepped into a foreign land tonight and made a little girl's night. He had quite the dancer to 'keep up' with and brought her home still able to walk and with a smile on his face ;-) THANK YOU! I think the girls wore the 'dads' out-they all commented on how much their dates were sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25AyWaJSXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/DPjdnSEC5Ug/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435353034035644786" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25Ay5BUQiI/AAAAAAAAAmk/CurKI4HQYB4/s320/IMG_1137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435353043326747170" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25A0YTnVGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/CqY-5vg7MWU/s1600-h/IMG_1102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25A0YTnVGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/CqY-5vg7MWU/s320/IMG_1102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435353068904862818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25Az2FIRvI/AAAAAAAAAm0/iAVvLyemJOw/s320/IMG_1101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435353059717302002" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25AzQiRRMI/AAAAAAAAAms/F0Nj-KUGBgQ/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435353049638978754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was in a tie for over 6 hours-that is AMAZING and he danced for about THREE hours! This is the guy who won't even dance ONE dance at a wedding with me and wears ties only for weddings and funerals. He will do anything for his girls. I am so thankful that he is teaching his girls to expect a lot out of a date. From a corsage to opening doors he is laying the groundwork for high expectations for their future dates. I love how he treats each girl as unique and as a Princess, each deserving his very best. They all came home beaming and with tired feet. Another successful year-all the tired Princesses had a night of their dreams. Big Sister even said "I think this was the best year!" So Dad, better get busy planning next year's night ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25C_RWWm5I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0OuapoLtVXI/s320/IMG_1160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435355455039118226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25C-wGDd2I/AAAAAAAAAnE/Wm1TKjyRt8g/s320/IMG_1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435355446112384866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25C_xSFd-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/CHMq3yMPdqQ/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435355463611152354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25C_xSFd-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/CHMq3yMPdqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S25C_xSFd-I/AAAAAAAAAnU/CHMq3yMPdqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-5895457685593141341?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5895457685593141341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5895457685593141341&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5895457685593141341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5895457685593141341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddy-daughter-dance.html' title='Daddy Daughter Dance'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S249UT3l81I/AAAAAAAAAl8/Iq7Fpvc2uuA/s72-c/IMG_1089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-15143941740777947</id><published>2010-02-06T13:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:00:01.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our son'/><title type='text'>So Brave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother had to have some 'bumps' taken off the back of his head. They have been monitored for some time and we knew they needed to be removed, so we let him choose the timing of it. We had met with the surgeon his dermatologist had recommended, and none of us felt comfortable with him. After waiting over an hour in an empty waiting room we were greeted with a man who wanted to  put Kade to sleep-which hasn't gone so well in the past and wanted to do the surgery immediately.  Needless to say he was definitely not the guy for the job. Dad in 'venting' a bit to a friend about the situation realized the perfect doctor for the job- the cousin of his friend/hunting buddy and someone the guys have hunted with. Dr G didn't come to mind when looking for a surgeon because he specializes in 'womenly' plastic surgery -no desire for that here ;-) We scheduled an appointment with him and were at ease from the moment we walked in, but more importantly Kade was. Dr G talked to Kade and told him what all would happen and encouraged him to wait until the winter time so he wouldn't miss any swimming days. Dr G also felt like this surgery could be done with out having to put him to sleep-woo hoo!! Dr G had two small boys and said he would treat Kade as he would them. So this past Thursday, the bumps were removed. He was SO BRAVE. The most painful part was the multiple shots to numb the area. He was SO TOUGH! Then he was able to lay still while Dr G and his nurse went to work, while they conversed with Kade and sang to the oldies music playing. His pain tolerance amazes me! Some more medicine was needed to numb the area up a bit more-ouch-but he laid so still. I was so blessed to be able to be there with him the whole time. (Dad bravely waited in the waiting room) I couldn't be prouder of how well Kade did-facing fear and pain and maintaining control! I was also blessed with realizing just how much my little man trusts me and takes me at my word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S22_LUql9WI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8L8xqeR-3DE/s200/2010-02-04+16.50.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435210526552880482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Battle Scar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S22_LuauxiI/AAAAAAAAAls/K6nZi4OwvM4/s1600-h/2010-02-04+16.54.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S22_LuauxiI/AAAAAAAAAls/K6nZi4OwvM4/s1600-h/2010-02-04+16.54.57.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S22_LuauxiI/AAAAAAAAAls/K6nZi4OwvM4/s200/2010-02-04+16.54.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435210533465671202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade and Dr G(sorry your eyes are closed-what can you expect from a phone camera) post surgery. Dr G told Dad that "He is the toughest kid!" Recovery is going great and Kade is confidently wearing his head wrapped like a mummy and hasn't noticed the stares of others. He has even patiently answered the some 'too nosey' questions asked of him by strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7455331287073905952-15143941740777947?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/15143941740777947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=15143941740777947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/15143941740777947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/15143941740777947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-brave.html' title='So Brave!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S22_LUql9WI/AAAAAAAAAlk/8L8xqeR-3DE/s72-c/2010-02-04+16.50.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8005603109628674133</id><published>2010-02-01T16:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:22:04.381-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Car Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S2dTzPAx91I/AAAAAAAAAlc/1Q5IaOoWFGs/s1600-h/IMG_0342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S2dTzPAx91I/AAAAAAAAAlc/1Q5IaOoWFGs/s320/IMG_0342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433403615114032978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while driving with the Princess we passed a big building:&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Princess: What is that.........a church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Yes it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Princess: Wow, that is a pretty big church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Yep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Princess:..................Mom, why does Oma's church have a stage with a curtain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Because they used to have a school there and I bet they had programs like the big kids school does (we went there for a fundraising meal in November-why the thought came up now-no clue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Princess:Is that where they praise God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: will you say that again, I didn't hear you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Princess: Is that where they  meet to praise God?............in the room with the stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Are you asking is that where they have church services on Sunday morning, then no-they have a different building where they have services&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE this kid- she continues to amaze me! She didn't ask if that is where they had 'church' or 'met on Sunday morning' or 'had  services' she asked me is that where they 'met to praise God'! Wonder how many adults think about where they go to praise God, on the way to church on Sunday mornings after getting everyone fed, dressed and out the door hopefully somewhat on time-are we thinking about going to praise God, when you pass by a church do you wonder where they meet to praise God? Have you invited anyone to church recently? Maybe you should invite them to meet with you to praise God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving thanks for another lesson from a small child of God-so blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8005603109628674133?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8005603109628674133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8005603109628674133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8005603109628674133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8005603109628674133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/02/car-conversations.html' title='Car Conversations'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S2dTzPAx91I/AAAAAAAAAlc/1Q5IaOoWFGs/s72-c/IMG_0342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-599550554486550531</id><published>2010-01-26T20:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:10:22.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slab is Poured!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t55ck3sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/UL4merJ3Kks/s320/IMG_0972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431250885816934082" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Little Princess-a Righty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t5TD0GbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1E0tAMvKw6U/s320/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431250875512527282" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Ghanaian Princess-a Lefty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t49Ae_EI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fHIamHHi8G4/s1600-h/IMG_0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t49Ae_EI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fHIamHHi8G4/s320/IMG_0968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431250869592980546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brother-a Lefty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t4bRnjwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/h1fcgeo75Ss/s1600-h/IMG_0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t4bRnjwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/h1fcgeo75Ss/s320/IMG_0966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431250860538040066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Sister-a Righty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t3m5YsEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LvT45BuayHI/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t3m5YsEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/LvT45BuayHI/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431250846477758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the process of building our dream home on 10 acres. We have lived in the same small 'starter' house since we got married almost 13 years ago. We are literally bursting at the seams in our little home. I remember telling Tony that when we were planning baby #2, we would definitely need to find a bigger home before they started toddling around. Then when talk of baby #3 started, we would for sure move before they were born. Well if you haven't figured out yet there are now SIX people living in the house that I thought was too small for 2 adults and 2 little ones. I have truly loved the closeness our house provides (not that there really is an alternative). However, I am really looking forward to a shower by myself without the rotating door, my little darlings all feel the urge to pee and other things while Mom is in the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked the kids out of school early so they could put their hand prints in the garage floor (the garage floor that is BIGGER than our current house). It has really been fun to experience this highly anticipated moment as a family. And of course, as another 'milestone' in the building process has been achieved-the weather people are saying we are about to be hit by another storm. SERIOUSLY?!?!? Let's hope the framers can start on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-599550554486550531?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/599550554486550531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=599550554486550531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/599550554486550531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/599550554486550531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/slab-is-poured.html' title='The Slab is Poured!!!!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S1-t55ck3sI/AAAAAAAAAlU/UL4merJ3Kks/s72-c/IMG_0972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2201265431004074626</id><published>2010-01-25T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:52:16.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>The Joy of Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S15PSSM68XI/AAAAAAAAAks/-BsnK_-g4Lw/s1600-h/IMG_9746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S15PSSM68XI/AAAAAAAAAks/-BsnK_-g4Lw/s320/IMG_9746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430865376197669234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right homework can be a joy...............sometimes! The Princess loves her homework. She gets a homework folder sent home on Monday and it's due back on Thursday. It is always very 'simple' and something she is able to do very easily. The only help she needs is with directions sometimes or with some writing. Big Sister who typically doesn't have much homework or gets it done very quickly loves to help. Mom LOVES this! This picture is of the completed 'recipe for a good day' assignment-lots of love, hugs, giggles and smiles in different measurements&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2201265431004074626?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2201265431004074626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2201265431004074626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2201265431004074626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2201265431004074626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='The Joy of Homework'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S15PSSM68XI/AAAAAAAAAks/-BsnK_-g4Lw/s72-c/IMG_9746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2723669626035783826</id><published>2010-01-21T14:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:58:49.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Some days are just tough</title><content type='html'>Struggling yet again what to write, but having read SO many helpful posts from other adoptive parents I am reminded yet again that I am not alone. There are days that are full of joy and normalcy (for whatever that really looks like) and there are days that just stink. The last few days have been tough ones. I know the why's of the bad behavior-change in routine with school being out  a few days, three siblings having birthday parties plans are being made including talks of friends, cakes, etc., talk about our house we are building (anticipation of the unknown), change in the weather............you know, life :-) Yesterday was a long tough day, I went to bed feeling a bit like banging my head against the wall asking for the new day to greet me with a  refreshed spirit and outlook. Well I got what I prayed for and not a lot more, reminds me a bit about the scripture saying ASK and you shall RECEIVE.........didn't ASK  - therefor I settled for what I thought I needed. One would think I would just give it ALL up everyday to God, knowing his ways are indeed better than mine. Somedays I am a bit better at that than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have been reminded yet again of God's faithfulness: I did wake with a refreshed attitude, received an encouraging text from a friend who has been struggling and wanted to share that she was enjoying her morning worshipping the Lord and being in His presence, blessed by a couple of friends shedding a bit of humor into my 'situation', and the sun is shining (no more rain!) The 'situation' I am in includes having a my little Ghanian Princess in my back pocket. When she chooses to make bad choices, she is relieved from the task of making choices, her ability to make choices is taken from her. She keeps a hand in my pocket, physically connected, close, and Mom or Dad (whoever's pocket she is in) are the ones who make her choices-about EVERYTHING. Because of her behavior at school yesterday and the fact that  her choice making skills deteriorated as the evening progressed- she did not really enjoy her evening, neither did Mom. As she was being tucked in she was reminded of our love for her regardless of the attitude/behavior she chooses. This morning, I encouraged her to make good choices for the day-it was a fresh start. Unfortunately, she chose to play the 'dumb game'. (Dumb game-when she chooses not to use her brain-locating the microwave/dishwasher, writing her name, putting her shoes on the right feet...the totally obvious, things she is totally capable of but chooses to play dumb) This morning when asked to get ready for school she couldn't find her clothes in her dresser-the same dresser they have always been in. I pointed out to her that she was playing the 'dumb game' and I had really had enough of that game yesterday. I offered her one more chance to get some clothes on in order to go to school, no such luck. So I said "Looks like a day spent with your hand in my pocket and I will be happy to make all of your choices for you..........and I have a busy day and school is not going to fit in my schedule, you will be coming with me" School is a privilege in my eyes-one that she throughly enjoys and loves her social time with her friends. I have spent time with her at school when that is needed (btw-she has an amazing teacher!) To put it mildly she was less than impressed with the turn of events. The battle was over-Mom had not only won but taken all the power. When we dropped the others off at school we went in to pick up her work so she could work on it today. She had the choice of telling her teacher and friends, who asked, why she wasn't staying at school or I could tell them. Here is what SHE said "I have been disrespectful......not obeying.........mean to my Mom.......not making good choices, so my Mom is making my choices......." Then with the biggest smile "See the clothes she chose for me" UGH! Guess I should have made a boring choice of clothes, something to remember for another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have had a hand in my pocket, except for when she was doing her school work at the table next to me. I won't say it it has been all bad, but I can count the good moments on one hand. As I type this she is napping, a much needed break for her brain and mine. I will end with this-Parenting is tough, anyone with children knows that. Parenting an older adopted child is even tougher (and more rewarding at times). Parenting looks different with each child-each child has different needs therefor different parenting is required. For our three biological children parenting often 'looks' very similar and more often than not parenting our adoptive daughter 'looks' differently. THIS IS A GOOD THING-she deserves the very best parenting for her and that 'looks' different and that is OK. I am writing this just as much as a reminder to myself as well as a bit of insight for everyone else. Before you pass judgement on us, or for that matter any parent, know that appearances are just that appearances-unless you are in the same parenting situations please don't judge us or assume that we love our adoptive child less, or are being mean or_________you fill in the blank. We LOVE her and want the very best for her, which is why we continue to seek out all the education we can on how to be the very best parents we can be for her, because that is what she deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for less tough days-ones filled with better choices being made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2723669626035783826?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2723669626035783826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2723669626035783826&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2723669626035783826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2723669626035783826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-days-are-just-tough.html' title='Some days are just tough'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6644700176194963403</id><published>2010-01-12T21:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:52:16.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Our Party Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_YH1wd4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/TUh4X6aYQ_E/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_YH1wd4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/TUh4X6aYQ_E/s320/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426062809705248642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_XvBtUfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1I-4MQ_kOY0/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_XvBtUfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/1I-4MQ_kOY0/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426062803044487666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_XOkXl0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/FnBke8aBnUs/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_XOkXl0I/AAAAAAAAAkM/FnBke8aBnUs/s320/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426062794331494210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_WrZTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Jtl3zhP-myA/s1600-h/IMG_9949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_WrZTQ8I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Jtl3zhP-myA/s320/IMG_9949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426062784889832386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_WNLat1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Zii4-Tygsmo/s1600-h/IMG_9873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_WNLat1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Zii4-Tygsmo/s320/IMG_9873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426062776778536786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long over due post/pictures of our Nutcracker Star. Abbie tried out for the second year for Ballet Oklahoma's production of The Nutcracker. This year she earned a spot as a Party Boy-quite a larger roll than being a Little Angel last year. Practices began in September and were on Saturday's for 1-2 hours about 40 minutes away. Then during the two weeks of the weekend performances they were 3 nights a week in addition to the performances. Never once did she complain, had a great attitude when she was tired, she had to make some sacrifices and miss out on some fun things, yet throughout it all was looking forward to doing it again next year. For those of you who know Big Sister, she is not a girly girl at all, so it is quite surprising to us how much she LOVES ballet and dance. Even among all the make up, wigs and costumes (that changed every performance)-she enjoyed being on stage. It is quite an honor to be a part of this production and she did an outstanding job, giving it a 110%. She was quite a cute party boy- Not that we are biased at all ;-) Thanks to the 24+ people that came to watch and support her-she felt very loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guess I have been away too long from blogging-can't get the pictures to cooperate-she is the kid with the bleach blond wig sometimes in a green top sometimes in a white top)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6644700176194963403?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6644700176194963403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6644700176194963403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6644700176194963403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6644700176194963403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-party-boy.html' title='Our Party Boy'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S00_YH1wd4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/TUh4X6aYQ_E/s72-c/IMG_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2238594997390758912</id><published>2010-01-09T10:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:49:48.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Few Snow Pics</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from our Christmas Eve blizzard we had that left around 18 inches of snow-the whitest Christmas ever here-and thanks to the arctic air that has found it's new home way too far south there is still snow on the ground! Yes two weeks later there is still snow-C.R.A.Z.Y.!! As you can see from the 'blurry' pics there was a lot of snow flying. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3gb6PA7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/DR6GX7jjJGs/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424787519043470258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3f5UJdiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cEooc1w4mqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3f5UJdiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cEooc1w4mqQ/s320/IMG_0348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424787509756917282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3fSVBPkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SaZIvaS_pkw/s1600-h/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3fSVBPkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/SaZIvaS_pkw/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424787499291590210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3ezMyYzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kp_RneU8dO0/s1600-h/IMG_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3ezMyYzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kp_RneU8dO0/s320/IMG_0335.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424787490935563058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3etk2EwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FbPpUHdUjmI/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3etk2EwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FbPpUHdUjmI/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424787489425855234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i43IFMDfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FiErM9d6hoI/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i43IFMDfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/FiErM9d6hoI/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424789008369323506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2238594997390758912?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2238594997390758912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2238594997390758912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2238594997390758912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2238594997390758912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-snow-pics.html' title='A Few Snow Pics'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0i3gb6PA7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/DR6GX7jjJGs/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-560374022758746555</id><published>2010-01-05T15:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:50:36.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>My Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0Oxym6BgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_NUZbc_f0zc/s1600-h/IMG_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0Oxym6BgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_NUZbc_f0zc/s320/IMG_8227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373859279700610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the cool things in today’s world is the internet.  It allows us to research, keep up with each other, and proclaim our thought and feelings to the world.  I would like to take this opportunity to proclaim my love and thankfulness for my wife to the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a bit of advice that I was given years ago that I try to pass on to all single young men:  marry up.  Find a lady who is way out of your league and when she is not paying attention sweep her off her feet and marry her before she realizes what has just happened.  Thankfully I was able to follow my own advice (although I am not sure what to tell my daughters about this theory!).  My wife is way out of my league.  To those of you who know us you must certainly agree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know our story: best friends in high school, dated in college, were married by the time we were 21.  Going to school, working full time, counting every penny we still managed to get our family started.  It was my wife that kept us moving in the right direction, going to church, volunteering our time, enjoying the simpler things in life, and putting up with me.  I am now blessed with an amazing, godly, and beautiful woman to go home to every night as well as 4 happy and healthy children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with our children that I do not thank my wife enough.  Our kids are phenomenal in their actions, attitudes, respectfulness, and manners.  Of this I take no credit, it is my wife’s doing.  Her love and time she gives to our kids amazes me.  The way she knows each of them and how to help them, love them, and praise them truly blows me away.  I often feel guilty that I do not help enough, it is my hope that she truly knows just how much I appreciate her in all she does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of these 4 kids our newest one has truly been the greatest challenge.   It has been a little over a year since I felt the calling to bring “J” to live with us.  I have not forgotten that it was I who started our family down this journey, with my wife quickly agreeing to and taking the lead in the quest to bring “J” home.  So it is I who has created this extra work and stress for my family, of whom none would ever change our minds or neither do we regret the decision to bring “J” here.  We would not trade J for anything in the world, she is truly one of our children.  Yet I do not tell my wife thank you enough for being the amazing women she is and truly being the “mom” J needs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to hear her tell me about the looks, the judgments and whispers that she receives in how she is parenting J.  She gives J what she needs, regardless of what others think.   She loves J continually even as I watch J test and try to push away that affection.  She finds time to love each of our children, be their biggest cheerleader,  encouraging them daily no matter what obstacles are in her life.   She truly is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I leave you with this, I still advise young men to marry up.  I am not sure why God allowed me to be blessed with such an amazing wife, and I often do not voice my appreciation to him enough.  Thank you God for my wife, for her saying “yes” to me almost 13 years ago, for allowing me to wake up with her by my side each and everyday, for allowing me to have her as the mother to my children, to be my soul mate, and to put up with me everyday.  She truly is the love of my life.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-560374022758746555?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/560374022758746555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=560374022758746555&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/560374022758746555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/560374022758746555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-wife.html' title='My Wife'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/S0Oxym6BgoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_NUZbc_f0zc/s72-c/IMG_8227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1632731402808882291</id><published>2010-01-03T20:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:04:25.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>New Year.....New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well it has been FOREVER since I really posted anything on here and that is because......I believe if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything (most of the time I follow thru with that). So am I saying that the last few months have been all 'not nice'-no-in fact there have been some really great things going on as well. Hopefully, over the next few weeks I will get some pictures posted of some of the fun. In the meantime I will share a bit (sorry no pictures) about the struggle in writing. I am an honest person who typically just lays it all out there but I am also a person who puts my children first and I am having a hard time balancing these two. I would like to share the joys and struggles we are facing, but I am not sure how much is too much to share, how much is too much for my children's sake? I know that many of you reading this lift our family up in prayer, rejoice with us and encourage us but I am fully aware that there are probably a few who would take these words and use them to 'harm' our family and that is why I haven't written. Two things in the last few weeks that have encouraged me to pick back up the blog 1) I think we have a responsibility to educate others about 'invisible disabilities' and 2) the amount of encouragement, hope, laughter and the feeling that I am not alone in this parenting endeavor that I am blessed with from reading other blogs is truly a Godsend. There are moments when reading the honesty and struggles of other moms has taken the "I am alone....I am losing my mind.....I am a bad parent...." away. Reading others' blogs has also helped me put into perspective our struggles and realize how blessed we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say-I will try to keep this blog updated. For others-hopefully a bit of encouragement, a feeling of togetherness, maybe even a laugh and of course some pictures for all of you out of town folks :-) For myself-to share with others about our life both the joys and struggles and to shed a bit of light about our adoption journey. Looking forward to a great year in 2010-growing as the daughter of the King, growing as a family and moving into our dream home!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1632731402808882291?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1632731402808882291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1632731402808882291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1632731402808882291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1632731402808882291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-yearnew-start.html' title='New Year.....New Start'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2604401640210828720</id><published>2009-12-24T08:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:51:33.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d544d314f5445784d7a553d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Christmas Card" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d544d314f5445784d7a553d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2604401640210828720?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2604401640210828720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2604401640210828720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2604401640210828720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2604401640210828720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-card.html' title='Christmas Card'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1485467158366201152</id><published>2009-10-17T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:53:28.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>So True......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 70, 72); 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts. Having a hard time writing a post. Pictures soon of our weekend spent camping......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-1485467158366201152?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1485467158366201152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1485467158366201152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1485467158366201152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1485467158366201152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-true.html' title='So True......'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2353220473291714016</id><published>2009-09-27T18:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:52:16.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>A girl and her Mommy part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A day spent at the Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7JbCTFUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8zfOWfagBsw/s400/IMG_8547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299818653193538" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7J_cPkQI/AAAAAAAAAig/wspTZj4h6k4/s1600-h/IMG_8464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7J_cPkQI/AAAAAAAAAig/wspTZj4h6k4/s400/IMG_8464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299828425691394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7IxftpAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MLgMEyeeVeo/s1600-h/IMG_8528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7IxftpAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MLgMEyeeVeo/s400/IMG_8528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299807502279682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6jsjYTlI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MLiygZKD19k/s400/IMG_8574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299170520321618" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7IWY3P4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/-FkEvyJOoys/s1600-h/IMG_8585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7IWY3P4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/-FkEvyJOoys/s400/IMG_8585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299800225791874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6kL0XltI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pkpPWLNrKNc/s1600-h/IMG_8511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6kL0XltI/AAAAAAAAAiA/pkpPWLNrKNc/s400/IMG_8511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299178913076946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6jF5MKLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rxbq0mm0H4s/s1600-h/IMG_8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6jF5MKLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/rxbq0mm0H4s/s400/IMG_8568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299160142817458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;About to end our last day here with a sunset dinner cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6itTIFsI/AAAAAAAAAho/DW_obrhUpag/s1600-h/IMG_8435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6itTIFsI/AAAAAAAAAho/DW_obrhUpag/s400/IMG_8435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299153540716226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6iEIFJjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/su317As3i9M/s1600-h/IMG_8424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_6iEIFJjI/AAAAAAAAAhg/su317As3i9M/s400/IMG_8424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299142488532530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-2353220473291714016?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2353220473291714016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2353220473291714016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2353220473291714016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2353220473291714016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-and-her-mommy-part-2.html' title='A girl and her Mommy part 2'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr_7JbCTFUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/8zfOWfagBsw/s72-c/IMG_8547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6333317788151367285</id><published>2009-09-26T18:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:52:16.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>A girl and her Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Big sister and I are enjoying a four day get away in beautiful San Diego. Just the two of us-it is quite amazing. She is loving being the center of Mommy's attention, choosing where/what to eat, where/when to swim, what activity to do next, what dessert to eat (that is bigger than dinner).....I think she will remember this trip for quite some time, I know I will. She is quite the shopper, but most of her purchases have been for her siblings. Here are some pictures of our first two days of fun. Unfortunately, we do not have any pictures of our kayak adventure including snorkeling with Sea Lions and paddling among leopard sharks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t8Iyr-lI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YAHQo8hk2AE/s1600-h/IMG_8321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t8Iyr-lI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YAHQo8hk2AE/s400/IMG_8321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933453045529170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abbie has taken my camera as her own and has become quite artsy ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t7u3dLzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Ya5I2_raQFA/s1600-h/IMG_8255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t7u3dLzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Ya5I2_raQFA/s400/IMG_8255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933446086209330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t6v-i4UI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7PHxl3I_Yvo/s400/IMG_8225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933429204508994" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t7JR6H6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/V2Fui9a4k8M/s1600-h/IMG_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t7JR6H6I/AAAAAAAAAhI/V2Fui9a4k8M/s400/IMG_8227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933435996610466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t5wugXzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/unODgGWrq2w/s1600-h/IMG_8392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t5wugXzI/AAAAAAAAAg4/unODgGWrq2w/s400/IMG_8392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933412225802034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6rpFFaCyI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RAvMxb6mRc8/s400/IMG_8407.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385930926609533730" /&gt;This was our lunch stop-delicious sandwiches (overstuffed just like the sign says) and freshed squeezed lemonade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6roubecqI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/U1d6KwXOqds/s400/IMG_8406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385930920528081570" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6rqExGrfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lNMLhCdROaI/s400/IMG_8411.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385930943704247794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pics courtesy of Abbie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6rqy5aWNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/V5SSuKcUyk8/s400/IMG_8412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385930956087122130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6rpllrTXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RBDx9IgFL7w/s1600-h/IMG_8410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6rpllrTXI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RBDx9IgFL7w/s400/IMG_8410.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385930935334817138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6333317788151367285?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6333317788151367285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6333317788151367285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6333317788151367285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6333317788151367285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-and-her-mommy.html' title='A girl and her Mommy'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/Sr6t8Iyr-lI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YAHQo8hk2AE/s72-c/IMG_8321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8977074208713385214</id><published>2009-09-22T16:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:51:59.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>We are going through a bit of a rough time-sick kiddos, sick mom, behavioral issues just to name a few-nothing we can't deal with or work thru but not a lot of fun. I have been meaning to post something/pictures/stories but haven't had the time. Taking the time to post this is a bit of selfish reason but I know some of you who read this will pray for us-so that is why I am writing. Pray for compassion, for understanding, for creativity, refreshed attitudes, for patience (yes for patience), for peace, for confidence/boldness and for more of God and less of me.&lt;div&gt;Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8977074208713385214?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8977074208713385214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8977074208713385214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8977074208713385214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8977074208713385214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8270677594736263882</id><published>2009-09-15T19:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:51:59.411-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Power of Words</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a resounding 'theme' over the last week in my life which is- the power of words-the importance of them, the affect they have on others, the ability to build up or tear down, to encourage or to break one's spirit. Hearing wise words spoken from the pulpit, reading devotionals, preparing for a lesson I am teaching, watching the mess on the news about the recent celebrities' outbursts. Our tongue is indeed quite powerful:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; James 3: When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and creatures of the sea are being tamed and have been tamed by man, but no man can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God's likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? My brothers, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why the power of words has been so 'in my face' this week but I am definitely paying a bit more attention to what is coming out of my mouth and how it is being said. Ok, well maybe I do know........cause I need it to be 'in my face'. God-I hear ya :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8270677594736263882?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8270677594736263882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8270677594736263882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8270677594736263882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8270677594736263882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/power-of-words.html' title='Power of Words'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4060259695764654349</id><published>2009-09-12T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T14:54:06.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess and Old Folks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://monroeanderson.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f195bd88834010535c97e50970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 500px;" src="http://monroeanderson.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f195bd88834010535c97e50970c-800wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday she got to go on two field trips-lucky kid-of course her siblings were quite jealous. The first trip was a morning adventure to the county fair, including getting to pet some baby goats and sheep. The trip in the afternoon was to a local 'day out program' for senior citizens. Her school has been taking the kindergartners for a visit for a couple of years now-and I am not sure who likes it more the little ones or the big ones. They did their usual singing of  songs and then played some games and made a craft. This trip was in honor of Grandparents day. When I picked her up from school she came beaming to the car wearing proudly a noodle necklace that was every color of the rainbow. "Mom-look at my necklace I made! This one I made for me. I also helped my new friend make one for her." So of course I ask her about her new friend and I hear "Ummmmm......I can't remember her name, but she was one of the Grandmas we played with today. I think she really liked my help-we smiled a lot. We also played 'whack-o-mole'........we were both pretty good.........had a lot of FUN!" She also said all the Grandpas and Grandmas smiled a bunch-so she had done her job :-) I had reminded her when I dropped her off where they were going and that I thought there might be some kids a bit hesitant to make friends with all the Grandparents, so I encouraged her to keep a smile on her face to help her friends see what a great time she was having.&lt;div&gt;I love her school and the experiences my kids have had there, I am quite sad this is the last year for a Waggoner kid to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another 'old folk' story....while at a fast food restarauant Princess says "I think I see somebody that is.....I mean looks like a president." I look around the resteraunt, only to see another family and three elderly ladies at the counter ordering. "Ma, I am not sure who you are talking about, can you tell Mommy with out pointing, who you are talking about?" She says with a grin on her face the one with the red shirt, so as I am trying to figure out why she thinks an 80 year old lady looks like a president the lightbulb goes off............her hair! "Ma, you think her hair looks like the pictures of the old presidents?" Yep-that is it-too funny that she probably couldn't name many old presidents but she could tell you what their hair looked like. She indeed is our fashion Princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-4060259695764654349?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4060259695764654349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4060259695764654349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4060259695764654349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4060259695764654349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/princess-and-old-folks.html' title='The Princess and Old Folks'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8550498951614171427</id><published>2009-09-11T08:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T08:28:47.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The craziness has officially begun.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:XokWfAbu9XC6aM:http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200706/r150891_537020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:XokWfAbu9XC6aM:http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200706/r150891_537020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well come to think of it, I am not sure I can remember life with out craziness. Guess that is life with four kiddos-which I love....I think. School has been back in for 2 1/2 weeks and all the extra curricular activities have started back. Which means I truly must look at the calendar each morning/night to make sure I don't forget to take a child somewhere or pick them up ;-) and that each kiddo has all the 'supplies' needed for the activity. Thursdays are our super CRAZY day, so if you need to find me, just look in my car cause I think I live there from about 2:30-7:30PM. And yes we all ate dinner (in shifts) and the kids were bathed and in bed by 8 PM. Sometime in the midst of all the driving yesterday Princess says "Mom, I sure am glad you like to drive because I think you will be in the car all day!........Did you bring a book or something to do?" Her comment actually led to a little appreciation talk for dear ol' mom-woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to this weekend...... two soccer games, one flag football game and rehearsal for Big Sister for the Nutcracker with Ballet Oklahoma, and the first OU home game!!! Now if I could just figure out how to be in two places at once....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8550498951614171427?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8550498951614171427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8550498951614171427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8550498951614171427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8550498951614171427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/craziness-has-officially-begun.html' title='The craziness has officially begun.......'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-5804010382827162641</id><published>2009-09-07T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:31:08.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fun Family Day</title><content type='html'>We spent the day in the great outdoors and got to see a lot of wildlife. We headed south the Wichita Wildlife Refuge. We did a little hiking on Mt Scott (yes there are a few mountains in Oklahoma-or rather large hills) and got to see some wildlife up close. Turns out the Princess is quite the mountain climber, Dad is trying to share Oma's fear of heights and was made a bit uncomfortable by his daring daughter. The kids loved trying to be the first to spot the wildlife which meant there were many far off trees and bushes being labeled a buffalo or a longhorn until a sibling called them on it-many laughs were had by all. We had a great day together and enjoyed the beautiful weather. Here are some pictures of the day.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5378888168821245265%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCNTmgsSVjPiN5gE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-5804010382827162641?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/5804010382827162641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=5804010382827162641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5804010382827162641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/5804010382827162641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-family-day.html' title='Fun Family Day'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-7084511206238660752</id><published>2009-09-05T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:52:16.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Something to watch and think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6317258&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6317258&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6317258"&gt;Orphan Sunday&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2226554"&gt;Christian Alliance for Orphans&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-7084511206238660752?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/7084511206238660752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=7084511206238660752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/7084511206238660752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/7084511206238660752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-to-watch-and-think-about.html' title='Something to watch and think about'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3780228876922677990</id><published>2009-09-01T19:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:10:53.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 135px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:N314JVJKnLiAqM:http://repairman.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/frustration_relief2.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;Nothing fun about this blog, just a bit of reality and a glimpse into our last week. (and I guess a little venting) A few of the sayings that I am tired of saying, so I know the kids must be REALLY tired of hearing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Listen and Obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Listen to my words....I said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;What did I ask you to do...what did you choose to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Is that being kind and respectful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Are you treating your siblings the way you would like to be treated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;It is not OK to speak like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Are you telling me the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;If I ask the teacher, will I get the same answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Do you like the way you are behaving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Needless to say there have been a lot of undesirable behaviors in our house this past week (and I know I am not exempt from that statement). School has brought some much needed routine to the week, along with a break from each other-both from siblings and from/for Mom, but unfortunately it has also brought anxiety and stress. We have had to move a bed into our playroom to separate the two older girls-we have decided not to convert the playroom into a true bedroom since we are in the works of starting to build our 'Someday' home (WOO HOO!!!) We think this is starting to solve a few of the issues in the house, just not at lightening speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;The past 72 hours has about taken all the patience I have. Blessings to the sweet woman in the Chick-Fila line that complimented my parenting this evening, when inside I felt like screaming. I smiled and thanked her and said I didn't think my parenting was so great at the moment that it had been a long day and I was ready for bed but I appreciated her kind words. This sweet angel God sent my way responded with "Well I think you must be a wonderful parent then, to be at the end of you rope and still keeping it together." Wow-if only she could have been inside my head. Thank you God for this gentle sweet reminder. It added just enough patience to get me thru dinner. Unfortunately, soon after arriving home another lying issue arose, between two kiddos who are struggling a bit in this area. Total frustration, no patience, and no 'truth teller' to be had=two children who went to bed with no story and a disappointed mom tucking them in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;This has been a week that makes me say "God, evidently you think I am a whole lot stronger than I think I am.......please help, show me, give me the strength, allow me to see my children through your eyes, remind me yet again how much you love me when I disobey, am not kind, am not respectful, make bad choices-for I know you have every right to be frustrated with me-yet your love, affection, patience, sweet spirit and kind words are always available to me, you are unfailingly patient time and time again with me....help me to be the kind of parent you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I know compared to so many others situations, I have nothing to complain or be frustrated about. We are so richly blessed in so many ways. So after reading this please do not think I am not grateful nor do not love my children.  I am human....I get frustrated.....I lose my patience.....I am selfish yet my Father never holds that against me.&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/7455331287073905952-3780228876922677990?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3780228876922677990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3780228876922677990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3780228876922677990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3780228876922677990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/09/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6465064653311001873</id><published>2009-08-25T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:20.739-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>In TWO days!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.ebayimg.com/03/c/00/c1/20/a3_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 131px;" src="http://i24.ebayimg.com/03/c/00/c1/20/a3_26.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Baby is reading!!! After two days of Kindergarten she has decided she wants to read. Now, as her parents we have known she was capable of this task months ago but she was not 'interested' in it. She loves books and always has enjoyed looking at them and being read to, especially by Big Sister. Tonight though she decided since she didn't have any homework she would "try and read a book" (her words). I guess being a Kindergartner now she feels the need to have some homework. I said go for it-and handed her a box of books I thought she might want to start with. Much like her decision to swim, she set her mind to it, believed in herself and DID IT! Three Bob Books later the whole family was yelling, high fives being passed out, and cheering her on. She called and read to the grandparents-the grandmas both giggled, I think they did that so they wouldn't cry. We are a family of avid readers and now we have one more. I am one EXCITED mommy! Princess went to bed beaming tonight, I bet she will be sleeping with a smile on her face. Wonder what else our big kid will be doing with another 2 days of school under her belt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6465064653311001873?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6465064653311001873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6465064653311001873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6465064653311001873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6465064653311001873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-two-days.html' title='In TWO days!!!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-9163646148074690983</id><published>2009-08-24T19:31:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:57:43.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess's first day of Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;OUR BABY IS IN SCHOOL 5 DAYS A WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SpM2QdfA8yI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WlNp047I-cs/s320/IMG_7950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698436803654434" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SpM2RFG6MLI/AAAAAAAAAds/nkkgYPcMqgk/s320/IMG_7954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698447439966386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SpM2PXMGOWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5uR6_gL4Los/s320/IMG_7952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698417933826402" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SpM2PxnCr-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/HQpNlPI3fLQ/s320/IMG_7963.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373698425026162658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves school and was so happy to FINALLY be a Kindie like Big Sister and Brother. The Lead Teacher has literally watched Madison grow up since we have had a child attending Gingerbread for 6 years-I am not sure who was more excited this morning. She affectionally greeted Madison by calling her the nickname Big Sister has called her-MaMa. Princess started her morning off at school playing with a microscope hooked up to a computer-investigating a fly, flower and some strange little bug. When I picked her up she came beaming to the car so proud to be a "Big Kid" and told me all about her day. I can not believe I do not have a 'baby' at home with me anymore. For over nine years I have had a child in tow-I think I will enjoy this week of 'freedom' but by next week I am sure I will feel a bit lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-9163646148074690983?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/9163646148074690983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=9163646148074690983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/9163646148074690983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/9163646148074690983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/princesss-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Princess&apos;s first day of Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SpM2QdfA8yI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WlNp047I-cs/s72-c/IMG_7950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-765602180416389822</id><published>2009-08-20T08:14:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:39:28.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1QFj7eguI/AAAAAAAAAck/C9s0sfkYtbs/s1600-h/IMG_7831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1QFj7eguI/AAAAAAAAAck/C9s0sfkYtbs/s200/IMG_7831.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372037986997142242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1QFC1wFLI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kgRQh8YKEqo/s1600-h/IMG_7841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1QFC1wFLI/AAAAAAAAAcc/kgRQh8YKEqo/s200/IMG_7841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372037978114757810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1Oyxgxa2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/88P3HfUdlWM/s1600-h/IMG_7838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1Oyxgxa2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/88P3HfUdlWM/s320/IMG_7838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036564714089314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1OyESaFzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/r9Lx4PdtE-4/s320/IMG_7837.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036552574244658" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1Ow08t12I/AAAAAAAAAb8/bRrE9846kbc/s320/IMG_7847.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036531276863330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1OxTZOw_I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ts1cuWkdB78/s1600-h/IMG_7844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1OxTZOw_I/AAAAAAAAAcE/Ts1cuWkdB78/s320/IMG_7844.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036539449525234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1OwddounI/AAAAAAAAAb0/zpyEBX7Hvc8/s320/IMG_7849.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372036524972489330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the thunder and rain the kids were excited about school. Backpacks were over flowing with school supplies and  snacks, lunches were packed and the before school pictures were taken in a break from the rain. Everyone even got to their class on time :-) As you can see from the pics, Big Sister took off on her own as a 4th grader. Kade would have if Mom would have let him ;-) and Jennifer is still a bit less than thrilled that she doesn't have the same teacher as last year. I am hoping she will realize today what a fun and wonderful teacher she has. Now the Princess and I are off to spend the day together with out the 'big kids' because her school doesn't start until Monday. It will be a quiet day......that is until the school bell rings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-765602180416389822?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/765602180416389822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=765602180416389822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/765602180416389822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/765602180416389822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/So1QFj7eguI/AAAAAAAAAck/C9s0sfkYtbs/s72-c/IMG_7831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4592373862025734101</id><published>2009-08-16T21:37:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:53:39.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEs8h_llI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hfVgNgBrOlc/s1600-h/IMG_7705.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEs8h_llI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hfVgNgBrOlc/s400/IMG_7705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758832081311314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEsCEoyTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QffSgKxeNBg/s1600-h/IMG_7727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEsCEoyTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/QffSgKxeNBg/s400/IMG_7727.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758816388925746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEr3mnTvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HP_zYsLlDmY/s1600-h/IMG_7726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEr3mnTvI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HP_zYsLlDmY/s400/IMG_7726.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758813578645234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojErSvesaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7HNarXYzHV8/s1600-h/IMG_7725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojErSvesaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/7HNarXYzHV8/s400/IMG_7725.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758803683717538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "Fancy Cake" with the 'make up' that J and her Oma made. We had a family celebration tonight for her and my niece Hannah, who's birthday is the day after J's.  Hannah and my sister made a "Pony Cake" with a big purple candle 5 in the middle. Unfortunately, Hannah was a bit under the weather and didn't feel much to eating cake. So the wonderful Aunt that I am ;-) I told her to take her cake home and eat it when she felt better. I didn't think it was fair for us to eat it in front of her. So we all shared the make up cake and it was quite yummy. The girls did a great job of sharing the spotlight, which is a norm for family parties in our family with so many birthdays close together. This was J's second birthday celebration, this past Thursday we surprised her with a party at &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck E Cheese (pictures to come) with two other families. It was the perfect size party and on an 'off'  night so the restaurant was not crowded. She enjoyed wearing the birthday crown, dancing with Chuck E Cheese and eating her favorite food-Pizza. Tonight when I tucked her in, I told her we would no longer have a six year old in our house, in the morning she would be 7. Big Sister stated very matter of fact "Mom, just wait till January and Ma will turn 6" Oh geez! I am glad they are growing up but..........I miss the 'little ones'.&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEq8C8IoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/btWeEno8TwI/s400/IMG_7721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370758797591323266" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-4592373862025734101?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4592373862025734101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4592373862025734101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4592373862025734101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4592373862025734101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SojEs8h_llI/AAAAAAAAAbs/hfVgNgBrOlc/s72-c/IMG_7705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4766018383692773750</id><published>2009-08-15T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:20.739-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Another word confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meg-expo.com/jilms/img/make-up2_by_cassandra_tiensivu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1100px; height: 1100px;" src="http://www.meg-expo.com/jilms/img/make-up2_by_cassandra_tiensivu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with all the changes (stress) that J is experiencing her English kind of goes out the window at times. Sometimes it is in the understanding of words, other times it is trying to find the words to express her thoughts, and sometimes it is using the wrong word-which seems to be the most entertaining to all. She catches herself occasionally right after she has used the wrong word and giggles and says "That's not right." A sibling or parent fills in the sentence with one or two words that she can choose from. I have been amazed at all our kids vocabulary and the words they use to describe the same thing. Today at lunch, J was telling the Princess and I all about her time with Oma (Tony's mom) and the cake they baked for her birthday. She got to go to the store and choose the kind of cake she wanted to make, the icing and the decorations. She said they baked it and were waiting for it to 'get cold' so she could "put the make up on it". Princess responds in a giggle "You are putting make up on your cake!?!?" J says "Yes.....pink pink make up" Princess says "I think you mean icing" The girls giggled for a long time about that word mix up and I am sure they will share that story many more times. I am looking forward to eating the make up cake with a crown on it, pictures to come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Sorry the last few pictures have been so huge-can't figure out why-I am checking the smaller image box, but as you see they are not small)&lt;/i&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-4766018383692773750?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4766018383692773750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4766018383692773750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4766018383692773750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4766018383692773750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-word-confusion.html' title='Another word confusion'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4536555994415106094</id><published>2009-08-14T18:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:20.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Jalapeno or Palomino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.all-creatures.org/recipes/images/jalapeno-slcook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 724px; height: 681px;" src="http://www.all-creatures.org/recipes/images/jalapeno-slcook.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Daddy and the two oldest headed to Roaring River, our favorite place to go camping. They will spend all day tomorrow trout fishing. At the last minute, Tony's dad decided to go. Kade quickly pointed out that Big Sister would be the only girl, she smiled proudly and said 'Yep, I know.........I will be spoiled' Too funny that girl is. I know they will have a great time fishing and enjoy their time away from home and in the great outdoors. This also means I have the little two at home, whom feel a bit left out. So I told them  we could go out for dinner and on a little shopping trip. We choose a mexican restaurant (such a surprise) and sat outside on the patio among the misters. We enjoyed a fun game of 'I Spy' while waiting on the food and devouring the chips, tortillas, queso and salsa. When our food arrived I asked J if she wanted to pour some salsa (which she eats by the spoonfuls) on her rice and she said no but that she would take the green things off my plate. She said she ate them all the time in Ghana and they are yummy. She was referring to the jalapenos on my plate. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said "Are you sure you want these? They are spicy" Confidently she said yes and took several off my plate and mixed them into her rice. I leaned over to Ma and said "Watch her face, I do not think she is going to like them" J took a big bite of rice with a jalepeno on top and chewed once or twice before the look of shock was on her face. Ma started laughing so hard, which made J giggle. I encouraged her to swallow quickly and get a drink. The two girls laughed and laughed as J tried to get the taste off her tongue, trying many antics. Then Ma says "J I can't believe you ate a Palomino!!"and bursts out laughing. What Mom doesn't giggle when her children are enjoying a good belly role of laughter, but add a misuse of words stated so confidently......well let's just say the three of us were in tears from laughing so hard. Good thing we were already outside or we might have been kicked out. When I finally stopped laughing long enough to explain the difference between a horse and a pepper the girls laughed even harder. We headed for a 'shopping spree' at the Dollar Tree. They now have an overflowing drawer of hair accessories and a little bag to carry their goodies in. We are finishing off the evening snuggled together watching a 'girlie' movie.&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/7455331287073905952-4536555994415106094?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4536555994415106094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4536555994415106094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4536555994415106094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4536555994415106094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/jalapeno-or-palomino.html' title='Jalapeno or Palomino'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2881049929054021759</id><published>2009-08-13T14:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:04:54.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Too much change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://singaporesportsfan.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/winds-of-change1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 482px; height: 756px;" src="http://singaporesportsfan.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/winds-of-change1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there have been a lot of changes-change in routine (summer time), changes that come with vacation, changes that are being anticipated with a new school year quickly approaching, etc. All of these changes seem to throw a particular little girl into chaos. For those of you who read this blog that have adopted older children you know what I am talking about, others of you might think I am crazy.....(well I think I a bit at times).......however I do know change can create some change in behavior. And "some change" in behavior would be an understatement in our house the last two weeks. We (parents) are trying incredibly hard to be patient and understanding, providing the most stable, loving, reassuring  environment as possible. We have also tried some 'new' parenting techniques-not sure if they are working, I would like to think so but I guess only time will tell. I will share a bit of what we are doing, although it does make me seem a bit vulnerable to me, a little 'too much information' for me. I am pretty much an open book about myself, but when talking about the lives/behaviors of my children the door often stays sealed shut. However, I know how much hope, encouragement, and feelings of normalcy I gain from reading other adoption blogs, so hopefully someone might benefit. I also want to state-all of our children misbehave, they are children, and just like me act undesirably at times-I am just used to parenting them and have figured out what 'works' with/for them. We are still trying to figure out what works for J, what will deter her undesirable behaviors and attitudes. So that is whom I am writing about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been using 'time in' in stead of time out. When J has done something that usually would have resulted in a 'time out' in our house she receives a 'time in'. Explanation-she sits or stands next to one of us. For example, she chooses to take an object out of the hand of her siblings or something they are playing with, she has to return it and sit with one of us. Let's just say that a few mornings this week I have fixed breakfast, cleaned the kitchen or folded laundry with a child at my feet or sitting where I can feel her breathe on me. This 'time in' is not spent or seen as 'special time' with mommy. She knows that I am not happy with her choice, nor the fact that I have an appendage, and quite frankly I think she is not too happy about being my shadow. So I hope that this new way of discipline is working, if not I am losing my personal space for nothing, which that idea does not make me too thrilled. Slowly I think it is deterring some unwanted behavior. I keep reminding myself-CONSISTENCY, CONSISTENCY, CONSISTENCY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something else we are trying, allowing J the opportunity to name and claim her behavior. Example-kids playing in the playroom, I hear J speaking unkindly to her siblings. I ask for her to come to me and then ask her why she thinks I have called her away from playing. When I first started this the answer I got 95% of the time was "Because I was not nice" I have asked her to go a bit deeper and explain how she was not nice. That part is working, she now is getting pretty specific with what she has done/said. I think sometimes she amazes herself in how she has chosen to behave. An added benefit is that she is able to see how her behavior is affecting her siblings this way, I think. I have also allowed her to be a part of the discipline decision, when a 'time in' just doesn't seem to fit the behavior (like when we have already done that 2, 3, 4 times for the bad choice of behavior) she has to help come up with what might be a deterrent for her. Sometimes she is a bit tougher on herself, but it seems to be working.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times I truly feel that I am not 'good enough' for my job. One thing that I do not ever doubt though is God's plan.......question yes, doubt no. I know that God chose us to be J's parents, I know that He has lead us down the path of adoption, I know that He feels that we are capable of being the best parents to all four of our children........I do question if I am doing it right, I do question the strength He thinks I must have, I do question how much to share with others-how much to seek help for, how much to share with teachers, how much to let others 'in', etc. &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/7455331287073905952-2881049929054021759?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2881049929054021759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2881049929054021759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2881049929054021759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2881049929054021759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much-change.html' title='Too much change'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-8469175087015718694</id><published>2009-08-08T21:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:57:08.344-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Habitat for Humanity:Playhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.northhavenchurch.net/images/stories/playhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.northhavenchurch.net/images/stories/playhouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is taking part in an Apostle's Build, where churches are coming together to build a house for a family here in town. To help raise funds for the house, a playhouse was built and raffle tickets were sold ($5 for one or $20 for 5). The playhouse has been on display at the mall and people have been 'manning' a table to sell tickets on the weekends. Habitat for Humanity is a wonderful organization, but unfortunately has rules about children not being on the worksite while the construction is taking place(safety). The Waggoner kids have a tough time grasping that rule since they have been helping build houses in Mexico since before they could walk. Anyway, I thought they might like being able to be apart of the build by raising money. So we headed to the mall to take part in selling raffle tickets. &lt;div&gt; The kids started off a bit shy, but soon found their nice loud voices (the ones they use all the time at home) along with a bit of courage. They would smile and say "Would you like to help Habitat for Humanity?" The whole phrase was a bit foreign to Jennifer, but after saying it a 20-30 times I think she figured it out. I wish I had taken my camera or video camera would have been even better. They were precious and the faces on the 'strangers' were pretty priceless. Unfortunately, they were ignored by some and others promised they would be back-little Princess kept looking for those who had said they would be back. She eventually said "I think people lied to us and they are not coming back" What a tough lesson to learn so young......so if by chance any of you who promised to come back are reading this-you owe our little girl an explanation, a truthful one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids sold several tickets (we stopped counting at 25) and received a lot of donations. They won the hearts of many, I think. There was a woman who was working at the jewelry store, by where we were, who came out with money and said she had been watching Kade. She said he was so much fun to watch-so confident and had a sweet smile-she just had to donate again in 'honor' of his hard work. Of course this made him work even harder. He was quite the salesman who would even walk a little with you if you tried to pass him by. He would boldly repeat himself and it worked several times-ending in a raffle ticket(s) purchase or donation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the fact the kids worked so hard, stepped out of their comfort zone, all in order to raise funds for a family to have a home of their own. I also loved their expectation of others to care and donate. I was a bit sad that they also learned that some just didn't care/were too busy to stop and others chose to lie to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a fun way to spend a few hours on a hot Saturday and a great lesson in service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-8469175087015718694?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/8469175087015718694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=8469175087015718694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8469175087015718694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/8469175087015718694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/08/habitat-for-humanityplayhouse.html' title='Habitat for Humanity:Playhouse'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-4264029033173400817</id><published>2009-07-29T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:46.304-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A few more vacation pics.</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken at the condo. The view is amazing-the mornings are cool enough to enjoy the balconies and view, the evenings not so much. The pool has plenty of room for all the kids to swim, play and  burn off some energy, it is also salt free which they enjoy. It has been a lot of fun watching them all play an imaginative game together as well as pair off with one another while we are at the pool. Sometimes the oldest together, sometimes the oldest and youngest, sometimes two sisters-it is nice that they all get along so well. So far the sunscreen has kept us all from looking like lobsters. We are having a great time, but a bit sad that Dad had to go back to the 'real world'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5363723776664372129%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCITNvNTApeqpUg%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-4264029033173400817?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/4264029033173400817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=4264029033173400817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4264029033173400817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/4264029033173400817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-more-vacation-pics.html' title='A few more vacation pics.'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-3864092245724021442</id><published>2009-07-28T10:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:46.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Beach Fun</title><content type='html'>The kids love the ocean, the waves, the sand....not so much the saltiness that comes with it though. They have really enjoyed riding the waves on rafts and boogie boards. Lots of fun times with dear friends. Thought I would share a few pics of our fun-Grammy is a bit anxious to see them I think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5363538767738100977%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCILxotuFwbjkGA%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-3864092245724021442?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/3864092245724021442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=3864092245724021442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3864092245724021442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/3864092245724021442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach-fun.html' title='Beach Fun'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-6036780159754743308</id><published>2009-07-25T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:46.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Deep Sea Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5362609498005826913%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMjXxaLg68j19QE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We have all heard the bible verse "and he will make you fishers of men."  Well today the Waggoners' were just plain "fishers" as we headed out to our first deep sea fishing trip aboard the boat Reel Believer.  It was a true adventure lead by Captain Killingsworth and 1st mate Buttons.  Yep, thats right, his name was Buttons.  Super nice and a great pair who truly took time with the kids and let them truly find the fishers in each of them.  Even Mom and Dad got to get in on the fun and caught a few.  Alright, Mom beat Dad in the fish catching, actually skunked him pretty good.  Dad just figured that the fish would rather be caught by a cute lady instead any ugly mug like mine.  Either way, we all had a blast!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see by some of the pictures we caught a bunch, and I mean a bunch of red snapper, a few mingo (pink fish, couldn't tell you much past that), one king mackeral (about 20 pounds), and a moray (the sucker fish that sticks to a shark, you know the one you see on animal planet all the time during shark week).  The Princess is the lucky one who caught the moray, would not get near it, especially when the sucker part got stuck to the boat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then were blessed by a few dolphins that showed up.  Abbie even fed one with a fish she tried to turn loose, it didn't quite make it-too small too keep so the dolphins got a snapper dinner.  To top it all off all the kids were allowed to drive the boat, all 38' of it, Abbie was even allowed to go onto the top deck and drive from up there.   Once back we cleaned our fish and enjoyed a dinner of fresh grilled snapper-so DELICIOUS!!!!  What a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After such an exciting day we are wiped and heading to bed.  Kade did ask me how long it will take for the ground to stop moving when he stands to go pee.  He was the 1st brave soul to go to the restroom, while the boat was still going.  I told him that I know he is a man but sometimes even a man needs to sit down to pee.  6 hours on a boat, no sea sickness, but all the kids can't quite turn loose of their sea legs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Adventures and pictures to come......this one was written courtesy of Dad before he heads back to work tomorrow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-6036780159754743308?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/6036780159754743308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=6036780159754743308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6036780159754743308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/6036780159754743308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/deep-sea-fishing.html' title='Deep Sea Fishing'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1749795978158988008</id><published>2009-07-22T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:55:46.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Vacation time....</title><content type='html'>After many loads of laundry and lots of packing we are vacation bound. With all the excitement and anticipation of a road trip, new sites and lots of time to catch up with old friends....there is some 'ugliness' brewing. 'Ugliness' in our house is any behavior or attitude that is a bit undesirable.....from not sharing, hitting a sibling or calling one a name, being disrespectful.....the list could go on and on. Anyway, back to the point of this post. One child in particular is having a bit of a tough time with all of this vacation talk.....it is yet another adjustment, another unknown, another transition, a whole lot of unpredictability and a lot out of routine and comfort of the familiar.&lt;div&gt;So as we embark on our vacation my heart is aching a bit for 'causing' so much turmoil in a little life. I am praying that God will continue to provide us with the wisdom and strength to be the very best parents. I know we will have an amazing adventure and a few thousand pictures to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1749795978158988008?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1749795978158988008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1749795978158988008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1749795978158988008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1749795978158988008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation time....'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-9090707542069570815</id><published>2009-07-13T15:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:56:09.709-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>A girl and her dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SluVXi0MU4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/G5wnbfnG6Bo/s1600-h/IMG_6189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SluVXi0MU4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/G5wnbfnG6Bo/s400/IMG_6189.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358040413402583938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little princess has never been a huge animal lover, nothing in comparison to Big Sister, she mainly just tolerates dogs. Because we know she is not really fond of dogs, the thought of getting one bigger than her (95 pounds) caused us to wonder what she would think. That is why when we went to look at Boss for the first time we took Madison along. We figured pretty quickly we would be able to see if this dog would be an 'acceptable' addition to the family. Well it must have been love at first sight for the both of them-they are the best of buds. He follows her everywhere and will do just about anything she asks of him, including climbing a ladder into the tree house in our back yard. I am not sure what was funnier watching him climb up or Tony trying to convince him to slide down the slide to get out. We now have to make sure the 'trap door' is shut when we are not out there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we took him to the lake and he loved it. He loves the boat and knows how to claim the 'best' seat in the front. I think he would swim all day if we would let him. Thankfully, he is pretty good at climbing the ladder of the boat to get back in too. The only 'trouble' we had with him was when the Princess got out of his sight. When she would jump in the lake and the boat would block his view of her-he whimpered and pranced around until he could see her again. I hope that he remains protective of her forever, especially come dating time ;-)&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/7455331287073905952-9090707542069570815?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/9090707542069570815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=9090707542069570815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/9090707542069570815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/9090707542069570815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-and-her-dog.html' title='A girl and her dog'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YReqbrQOodk/SluVXi0MU4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/G5wnbfnG6Bo/s72-c/IMG_6189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-1239828398633160158</id><published>2009-07-09T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:56:34.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our son'/><title type='text'>A compliment......I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/09/Wipeout_TV_show_logo.png/250px-Wipeout_TV_show_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 193px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/0/09/Wipeout_TV_show_logo.png/250px-Wipeout_TV_show_logo.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade was spending some one on one time with a set of his grandparents, they were watching Wipeout when I came to pick him up. Of course he was not ready to leave and wanted to finish watching the show. We do not watch a lot of TV around here, especially during 'primetime' However, the giggles this show caused in Kade might make it worth it. For those of you who live under a rock like me, Wipeout is a show about adults trying to make it through crazy obstacles competing against one another in the hopes of winning some money.&lt;div&gt;On the ride home, Kade said "Momma, how come kids can't be on that show?" Followed by, "When I grow up, Momma will you be on the show with me....I think we would make a great team and be able to get through all of the challenges." My response-"I would love to be on that show with you, and I do we think we make a great team" He even came up with a team name for us-&lt;i&gt;The Spear and the Sword&lt;/i&gt;-Why? "You're tall and skinny, like the spear...........and  I am shorter and tougher like the sword."  It's official my little gentleman knows how to get what he wants..............dish out the compliments to mom.  :) I even got asked out on a date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is my one and only little boy and as much as he likes to have his 'guy time' with his Dad and Grandpas I am so glad he loves to hang out with his Mommy. He is growing into quite the young man, he has such  a sweet spirit who deeply cares for others especially his family and his child like faith continues to amaze me. I am so blessed by having him as my son and love watching him grow up........as long as that doesn't happen too quickly. Who knows, maybe one day we just might be on Wipeout for you all to get some good laughs on our behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455331287073905952-1239828398633160158?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/1239828398633160158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=1239828398633160158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1239828398633160158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/1239828398633160158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/complimenti-think.html' title='A compliment......I think'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455331287073905952.post-2669991891479615015</id><published>2009-07-07T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:21:36.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Morning with the Sitter</title><content type='html'>We are so blessed to have a wonderful college student hanging out with our kids one morning a week. She is always very hands on with them-doing fun things, making stuff, going places (yes with all four of them), just being and playing with them. She is great and the kids LOVE her. Today when she got to the house, I told her the 'rules' about J, how she was still suppose to remain 'inactive' that we were on day 6 of the tonsils/adenoids removal. She said "You think the museum is too much?" Heck no-enjoy! So off they went to the Sam Noble Museum of Natural History (at least that's what I think it is called) Abbie took her camera along and took a few pics (that's why there are none of her) of the kids pretending to be stepped on by the huge mammoth. They had a blast and weren't ready to come home. Thanks, thanks, thanks-wonderful sitter!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F6waggoners%2Falbumid%2F5355905623206106353%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJeclYq61d2KwwE%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&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/7455331287073905952-2669991891479615015?l=waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/feeds/2669991891479615015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455331287073905952&amp;postID=2669991891479615015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2669991891479615015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455331287073905952/posts/default/2669991891479615015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waggonerfamilyhoopla.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-morning-with-sitter.html' title='Fun Morning with the Sitter'/><author><name>Mom to Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12193874840917759363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eu-lwz3TTVw/TYlgy3Mp28I/AAAAAAAABMc/Y_pCWixVxNY/s220/photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
