tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22982940506943396832024-03-20T03:18:55.878-07:00the sanders familyMrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-1268714221345900472014-08-29T12:07:00.002-07:002014-08-29T12:12:48.349-07:00Stitch Fix #6 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I am sure by now most of you have heard about StitchFix, whether it was from a blog or a friend. You might be on the fence about trying it out or maybe you gave it a chance and weren't really excited about the results. Honestly, I am still fleshing out my own ideas of what I think defines "My Style". I have figured out through this process, that I am not quite sure what I like! How's that for honest? "Dear friend, I am confusing."</div>
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I do know that I am a mom of four little people, on a tight budget and have no clue where I lost my sense of style....I have a feeling it was around 25 years old, when I no longer felt "Forever 21". My body was invaded by small humans and molded to shape a new form I have not quite figured out. So after six Fixes, I am learning my style and growing my wardrobe a few pieces at a time. </div>
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So here is what happened with StitchFIX #6<br />
<i>(Ps. I skipped Fix #5 due to nothing in my box fitting correctly, I actually ended up gifting a shirt to a friend for her birthday as to keep my styling fee!)</i> :</div>
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<a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank">StitchFix</a> has impecable timing! Most of my fixes have been earlier than scheduled. I like this because I get super excited about fun mail showing up at my door and my <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank">StitchFix</a> box always makes for a happy naptime! I dislike this because I usually schedule my fix to come around or right after pay day. If it comes a few days before scheduled, I might not always have the funds to commit to purchase my items, leaving me with less options. Truth. Mama is on a budget.</div>
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I loved all of the colors and patterns in this Fix. In the past there were a few items in each box that stretched me...remember the <a href="http://ksandersfamily.blogspot.com/2014/06/stichfix-4im-still-in-love.html" target="_blank">Jamaican Bobsled shirt</a>? Fix #6 had a great mix of patterns and colors for my personality. I also love the personalized note from you stylist. However, I believe that due to the growth the company has seen, you might not always get the same stylist for each box. This makes me sad, but I completely understand due to the circumstances. </div>
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I could not figure out how to get this shirt and all it's glory photographed! This was my keeper! The tiny white polka dots on the front are (of course!) my favorite and the geo print on the back was such a fun addition. I have probably worn this shirt for three days straight, if you want to know the truth....maybe you didnt!? Between my kids, this shirt and dry shampoo, I have a lot of excuses not to shower. But I will...I promise. For the sake of community.</div>
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These items were so cute, however I could not assume I would "one day soon, fit into these beauties" - I did tell myself that lie a few times before I mailed them back. But, in the mail they went along with a super cute maxi dress that created a fictional muffin top and a pair of Skinny Jeans, that were "too skinny". No one needs proof. Trust me. </div>
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Again, my love for Stitch Fix grows not just because it's a fun way to not go shopping, but because I am learning my style after four babes. I would love to answer any questions you have about <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">StitchFix</span></a>. I highly recommend filling out the Style Profile to get a grasp on your own personal style if you are like me and might feel in a wardrobe rut. If you are on the fence about whether or not to try StitchFix or have not received much luck with your fixes check out <a href="http://blog.stitchfix.com/handbook/get-your-best-fix/" target="_blank">this blog</a> post about how to get the best Fix. </div>
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Sidenote: I am not affiliated with any company nor do I get paid for advertising or giving my opinion. However, I do receive referral credit if you so choose to use the links in my post and sign-up for <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank">StitchFix</a>, at no cost to you. Thanks so much, if that's the case, every lady loves free stuff- but if it's not your thing...no biggie! I just love sharing what I love with others! </div>
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I love to shop and I love clothes, however after four babies I am spent. My body is spent, my budget is spent and my time is spent on things that don't involve shopping...ALONE! Shopping isn't fun anymore, it's just one more thing I have to do. Most shopping experiences after having a baby are far from encouraging and I usually end up with nothing. I fell in love with the concept of StitchFix on my first try but felt I needed to stick with it for awhile to see if all the fuss about it was for real! Friends...it's so fun! It's for the working lady, the stay-at-home-mom, the sporty, the fancy, the casual and ME...the confused! </div>
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My Fix #4 came on Friday. After a few days of mulling over my pieces I am sad to say it was not my favorite fix thus far, however I am loving the fact that with each box I am learning my style and I am learning how to voice what I like and dislike. I don't know if that makes much sense to anyone else?! As a mom who literally has had four babies back to back over the last 5 years I felt lost in what I wanted my wardrobe to look like and how I wanted to express myself via my clothes. Walking into a store like TJmaxx overwhelmed me. I wanted to know what I loved, but didn't know where to start! I went from being a mom at 22 years old (still embracing my college wardrobe) to a 28 year old (almost 30! eek!) who could no longer fit into ANYTHING in the juniors section! I felt the need to "grow up" in my wardrobe but most of the time rocked maternity jeans or leggings because it was just more comfortable. </div>
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So here is <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">Stitchfix</span></a> #4 and why it wasn't my fav...</div>
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This was a super cute shirt. Love the feminine colors and pattern, however this girl is hot natured and the material the shirt was made of was thick and a bit too suffocating for a summer top. Not to mention a tiny bit too tight across my back. </div>
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This cozy looking cardigan was nothing close to cozy feeling. It was an adorable style cowled neck with a zipper close...however I couldn't get it to zip ;) So I am sending it back due to size, color, and itchiness. Sad but true. It surely looked like a sweater to cuddle up and drink coffee in...but again...it's summer and I don't want to wear a sweater! I'm sweating just thinking about it!</div>
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The metal cuff bracelet was super cute. However, I don't necessarily like receiving jewelry in my Fix. I would prefer to increase my clothing and buy cheaper jewelry at place like Target or Forever 21. I'm cheap and not fancy enough to spend $30+ on my jewelry, unless it's a gift or for a special occasion. </div>
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This shirt was so far out of my comfort zone- I just couldn't keep it. It fit well, I loved the material and the cost was reasonable. Perfect for summer! I could dress it up or down. But in the end I felt like I was part of the Jamaican bobsled team or something! I just don't feel you can mix green and red like this, unless it's Christmas....and again, friends...it's summer! </div>
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Another thing I love about <span style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank">Stitchfix</a>,</span> is the personalization you receive in every detail of the package. You get a personal note from your stylist as to why they picked the items they sent you and you get two outfit ideas for each item. Shown above were the black stretchy pants I also received in my box....super comfty, super cute...but too tight to allow a picture on the internet and too hot to keep them for the summer. Have I mentioned I don't like to be hot!? </div>
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In the end, I kept the bracelet. I had $50 in referral credit on my account (which is another HUGE perk of StitchFix). I felt that nothing in my box was something I could live without, however the $20 styling fee you spend goes towards your purchase, so I did not want to lose that credit. The bracelet was something I could wear with a lot of my existing wardrobe and a staple piece of jewelry, not to mention it was the least expensive thing. This way I spent about half of my credit and have enough left to receive my next <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">StitchFix</span></a> for FREE! </div>
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Moving forward, I gave my stylist a detailed account of what I liked and disliked in my Fix. I referenced that I was hot natured, wanted more tops and would love to see spring/summer colors in my next Fix coming in July. Honestly, this was the first time I have received things I wasn't completely crazy about. Most of time my issues are with size being I am still figuring out my postpartum body type. Moving forward I think <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">StitchFix</span></a> and I are going to be great friends! I love getting mail and I love trying new things. </div>
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I would love to answer any questions you have about <a href="https://www.stitchfix.com/referral/3269607" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">StitchFix</span></a>. I highly recommend just filling out the Style Profile just to figure out your own personal style, if you are like me and might feel in a wardrobe rut.<br />
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Sidenote: I am not affiliated with any company nor do I get paid for advertising or giving my opinion. However, I do receive referral credit if you so choose to use the links in my post and sign-up for StitchFix, at no cost to you. Thanks so much if that's the case, every lady loves free stuff- but if it's not your thing...no biggie! I just love sharing what I love with others! </div>
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Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-37443530126744999102012-09-04T12:31:00.001-07:002013-02-23T20:04:26.183-08:00First Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Nothing seems more surreal than the day you hold your sweet baby for the first time in the hospital. The doctor hands you this screaming, gooey, bright red bundle of goodness and you are instantly hooked. (ok so maybe it's even better once they are bathed and swaddled - just maybe ;) </div>
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The instant connection is hard to explain to most people, for most daddies it doesn't even come around until later. But for the mamas, you know what I mean. No matter how squished their nose is or how much they resemble an old person- that baby is yours and you would give your life for them.</div>
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My baby, the one that I held that day in the hospital, so tiny and new, is going to school (a<i>s if the last two years of walking and talking in full sentences did not clue me in</i>). This was a moment that at one point in my life was just a dream. Call me weird <i>(most people do)</i> but I dreamed as a little girl/young girl that I would one day get to pick out school supplies and new shoes for the first day of school with own my kid. If you know three things about me- it's that I love babies/kids, I love school supplies, and I love coffee <i>(ok, so the third things has nothing to do with anything, but it's the top three outside of my love for Jesus and my husband)</i></div>
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So here we are, Day #1. My heart aches a bit, my stomach is in knots and he was/is pumped to meet his teacher and new friends. Today was a short stint verses tomorrow when he will actually go (without me) and stay for the full three hours. </div>
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<i>I KNOW! I am such a baby, because it's just three hours for three days a week. </i></div>
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His teacher gets 5 stars in my book...I mean how awesome is this cookie to go along with the class theme of Owls! (and 5 more stars for Owls being the theme!) pure cuteness! </div>
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As I type that verse I can't help but to sing. We just received the <a href="http://www.seedsmusicstore.com/" target="_blank">Seeds of Worship CD</a>-Praise a few weeks ago and both my 2 and 3 year old know that verse complete! We can dance and sing God's truth, it's a lot of fun and a brilliant way to learn scripture.<br />
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Funny thing being a mom.... I was so excited to get that CD to teach <i>my kids</i> scripture, <i>but in fact-God is teaching me so many things through that one song. </i><br />
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God has taught me so much through my journey with Him.<br />
<i>But I have come to realize that I have learned more in the three years of parenting than I have the last 13 years of knowing my sweet Savior combined. </i><br />
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In singing this verse over and over again <i>in the car, around the kitchen table, and at bed time (to name a few)</i> has really helped me to evaluate my heart.<br />
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It's amazing how much we have influence over others just with our speech. How we speak to people on daily basis is an incredible testimony as to what our heart cherishes most. I find myself frustrated with the lack of time I have or the amount of work I have to do, so I am quick to complain. I may not agree with someone's opinion so I am quick to judge or gossip. I often desire alone time, so I quickly fuss or snap at my family. All of these things reflect selfishness or ungratefulness and reveals my constant need of Jesus.<br />
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I know that without Christ my heart is defiled. My heart will think of nothing good. I long to parent with a pure motive. But I fail. I long to glorify God in my speech over coffee with my girlfriends. But I can't apart from Him.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;">"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, Oh Lord, my Rock and Redeemer." Psalm 19:14</span></i><br />
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I pray that my heart is focused on Jesus so that my words towards my husband, my children and those around me might be encouraging, loving, and pointing them to the cross daily.<br />
<i><br /></i>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-955976806618602412012-05-29T11:26:00.002-07:002012-05-29T11:41:22.137-07:00Coffee, banana pudding, and a side of random.It's nap time for the <i>littles</i> and it's raining, so truthfully I am resisting the urge to take a <s>little</s> siesta myself.<br />
Instead I have sat down to a yummy cup of <s>creamer</s> coffee and leftover banana pudding from yesterday's Memorial Day festivities.<br />
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Can we just take a minute to talk about the yumm-o factor that banana pudding has a day after you make it!?? <i>seriosuly</i>, who knew?! the Vanilla Wafers (if you have the Kroger brand) or Nilla Wafers (if you go for the fancy version)have set just long enough to taste like cake.....and this mama likes cake.<br />
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If you wanted to join me for some caffeine with a side of banana flavored cake, I would be much obliged for some "adult time" and like a giddy school girl, I would brush off the Cheerios from the kitchen chair of your choice ;)<br />
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I would tell you all about my new excitement for washing clothes, because I actually have a washer AND dryer that fits a <i>family of five load-o-clothes. </i>Notice I didn't say LOVE for laundry, because I am sure in a few days after the newness has worn off, I will go back to my normal self (much to my husband's disliking) and begin to loathe the task. However, I will still probably love that I got these "new" appliances for FREE from some wonderful people and it's pretty much awesome when you can get things for FREE- o<i>ne of my favorite words, can you tell?!</i><br />
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And so after I ramble about banana pudding and clean clothes, I will be shocked if you haven't run for the hills!<br />
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We can sit and chat some more about more important things, in my life those would be parenting, parenting and parenting. The three musketeers in my life are a bit overwhelming these days. I never thought leaving the house, making a phone call, getting someone dressed (x3) or finding time to go to the bathroom would be so....... <i>excuse me while I Google an exaggerated synonym for "really hard".</i><br />
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My favorite quote from strangers when out in public <i>(the times we manage successfully to actually leave the house)</i> is:<br />
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I can never tell if it's a "Bless your heart" statement or<br />
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This sweet statement generally means "Lady, you have a lot of kids!"<br />
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In which my response is "<i>Why yes, yes I do." (smile and nod gracefully).</i><br />
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I love that my hands are full -so is my heart.<br />
I like it this way, crazy, overwhelming and all!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">My prayer for myself these days reads like this "God keep me focused, guide my steps, grant me the characteristics of you. Bring back my vision. The sight that once was completely clear, that was once able to see what you wanted for my life. Give me clarity and direction."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I used to be a teenager (a <strike>short</strike> while ago ;) who wanted WHATEVER God had in store for me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I had my hopes of what might come someday, but I was ultimately focused on Christ. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Whatever He called me to, I was ready to jump! No fear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ever have a time in your life where direction from the Lord is crystal clear? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Like written in the sky <strike>not really</strike> kinda clear?! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">That was this time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And lo' and behold, He gave me a handsome (pastor) man to marry, a quiver full of cute kiddos </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">and didn't send me far (like seriously.....45 minutes) from home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Apparently I was doing something right! Right!? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Crystal clear direction. Confident in God's plan. <i>(If only it were that easy!)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Did I mention I have a lot of kids? Three in three years makes for an exciting (most often LOUD) journey. I have pulled farther away from what God wants for my life and more towards what's convenient and "Mommy-Centered". As a pastor's wife I tend to lean towards effectiveness, what gets the job done, so my hubby can come home <strike>to help with the kids</strike>..... as a mommy of littles I lean towards whats easy. Both could be summed up with one word....Lazy ;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've glazed over this sweet word with titles like...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Busy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><strike>Tired.</strike></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Exhausted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I don't read my Bible everyday because I am "busy". I don't meet my neighbors because I am "exhausted" after dealing with my kids. I am not really serving because I just feel "stuck", not sure where God wants me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Really I am just lazy, lacking passion for Jesus. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My focus became unclear because Christ <strike>wasn't</strike> isn't the center of my life most days. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">My husband, my kids, my ministry, my friends...all first. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">God has reminded me in a bazillion ways over the last few weeks that HE wants my heart. He made my heart, He designed me so that I would make much of Him and how can I do that without Him at the center of my day, my heart....my life? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Seems elementary for someone who's known Christ for so long, but it's truth that this momma struggles with. Getting lost in laundry piles, diaper bags, and grocery lists can be so much easier. Much more comfortable and convenient. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">But I remember when life was comfortable not knowing God's plan for my life, but resting in it no matter what. Comfort was uncomfortable but in a good way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Exciting, not stuck. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I <strike>want</strike> desire that back. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">God is up to something in my life and in the life of my family. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Baby raising and church planting are just a few of them. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So excited to make much of Him through the process. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I want to be focused. <i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord, trust in Him and He will act. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings. Psalm 17:8</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">(To be the "apple of the eye" is actually referring to the center of the pupil, the very center point of the eye. To be focused on Christ is to have Him at the center of our eye and our focus. Even more exciting is knowing that we, as children of God, are at the apple of our Father's eye, His plan doesn't stray even when we tend to. God watches over us, cherishes us and protects us for a purpose.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> Speaking of my cute kids ;) </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>I can't get enough of this kid and my new IPhone camera. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>-Lauren</i></span></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-3260349598587466662012-05-06T19:57:00.001-07:002012-05-06T20:05:38.029-07:0010 monthsWell hello there May!<br />
Time flies when your having fun and chasing after a 10 month old and her siblings!<br />
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Our baby is not only a testimony to how time moves quickly, she is just too stinkin cute for words. And sister knows it! Mama's heart is scattered, covered and smothered with joy over this baby girl!<br />
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Piper Grace can crawl, clap, wave, pull-up on things <i>(sometimes stand on her own)</i> and dance til her little heart is content! <i>(my favorite skill, to say the least- we have dance parties when know one is looking)</i><br />
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Her personality is happy and bubbly with a side of sensitive. She gives the best hugs, says "mama" in a way that makes my heart flutter and can pout her bottom lip just enough to make her daddy come running-<i>a skill that only a daughter can perfect! I know this to be true ;)</i><br />
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We have reached the stage where strangers are concerning and sometimes scary-only daddy and mommy will do most days. Which I can't say I mind, she is our last kiddo <i>for awhile, </i>so I am soaking up all the baby I can get with this one!<br />
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We spent the last 24 hours with just our little one, while brother and sister were away with my parents. It was so fun getting to know just her and the person she is becoming. Often times with three munchkins, you forget that they <i>each</i> have needs outside of feeding, changing, and sleep <i>(by the time that is done x3 I am exhausted!)</i> You tend to forget that God has made each one unique. One kid might like to cuddle while another might need to reenact WWE on the living room floor!<br />
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Sweet moments like yesterday remind me of God's perfect design in each of our littles and how <i>beautifully and wonderfully</i> made they are. Each child created for a purpose, that only He knows! I love that mystery and excitement that we have to look forward to.<br />
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Being a mommy is awesome.<br />
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We are working hard on the top two....</div>
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they could come in and I would be <strike>fine with it</strike> thrilled! Seriously.<br />
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<br /></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-17901125542419082652012-03-04T17:42:00.016-08:002012-03-04T19:55:44.137-08:00Fear of Flying, Olympic Bobsleds and Me.<div>About 6 months ago my husband told me he felt God's call on our life to start a church in New England. (Read more about that <a href="http://newbranchchurch.wordpress.com/2012/01/12/why-church-planting-new-england/">here</a> and <a href="http://newbranchchurch.wordpress.com/2012/02/24/new-england-church-planting-vision-trip/">here</a>) Three things immediately popped in my head... <i>I don't like to be cold, I ABSOLUTELY hate to fly, and I don't want to move away from our family. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>And then I cried.<i>....a lot. </i><br /><div><div><br /></div><div>I cried because I knew this wasn't just an idea, or a "some-day" idea. This wasn't just God calling our family to an unknown area of the country or far away from our friends and family. This was God nudging me to conquer my fears. The fears that only He knew consumed my heart and quite often took over my body. Fears that could have me completely paralyzed inside. </div><div><br /></div><div>Was this fear selfish? Yes. </div><div>Did I know it was unnecessary? Of course.</div><div>Was it real? Absolutely! </div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't just my fear of flying or my fear of falling, or my fear of heights all together.</div><div>It was my fear of the unknown, what was out-of-my-control.</div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't just the fear of being alone or the fear of being uncomfortable.</div><div>It was the fear of letting go.</div><div><br /></div><div>I knew that I needed to let go of what is keeping me from growing closer to Him. My grip was just too tight.</div><div><br /></div><div>But as always, God is faithful and persistent! <i>(and much stronger than my grip</i>) He knew I needed to be pushed, if not thrown off the edge. So thats just what happened!</div><div><br /></div><div>Our first trip up north was last weekend. We met up with a team to serve during the World Championship Bobsled/Skeleton Races and tour the town (and surrounding area) of Lake Placid, New York. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got to experience LOTS of snow/cold <i>(the most snow they had seen all winter, which is rare)</i>, small planes <i>(I am talking 10 people, 1 of them is the pilot) </i>and lost luggage <i>(due to the weight capacity of said plane</i>) all in the first 24 hours of our arrival. </div><div><br /></div><div>I should have been freaking out, in fact my husband was probably confused because I was not. <i>I owned the one hour and forty-five minute plane ride with 6 strangers and two pilots who could not see the sky in front of them and I lived to tell about it! ;)</i></div><div><br /></div><div><i></i>For the first time in a long time, God was completely in control of my life. I was at peace. I was completely calm. Something that I can't explain but am so thankful for. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinm59c6si6zZiNmeV64Vx4UVU1EmShDLLve9c98JOoIPpaxzOIAcWc9EoKyfe9eqVyta0I8qPMUTjJQ0fbLlbPQ0RCIwaxIOzN9n3He1I2nr1qhW8VAzxBTUnSu9l4n08QN5hNydiz7Cv-/s320/IMG_4651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716233230288957954" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0sU3OV0vvCt6VIOOUhl1fxSb785SQ2kpdgwyofJ4Ym8x6O3EBLh0TaJXtR2IOpLz8t2LPSuYxfQyHxNLB-_FIgyakWixAw7jNyYQukWwz24Bz7VxGgly4oV-WpKF6nsjGWbhwW5hZlrn/s320/IMG_4653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716233238351259298" /></div><div><br /></div><div>This peace allowed me to enjoy the beauty of the town we were visiting. I was able to soak up the time spent with my husband<i> (kid free)</i>, learning about potential opportunities and discerning God's direction. I could appreciate the time spent serving the Olympic athletes, judges, coaches and getting to meet people from around the world, I probably would have never met otherwise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our time spent together was unreal. The people we met were wonderfully passionate about Jesus. 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width: 320px; height: 180px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCxVXTHCLjO-O6iEmDwHdTOHLIR0LNGwIH3AqrCLR31u6yY8rgog61il5pJJFMDqdwW3dlZdBUACREC5XEZUCb7QYBqSDpAv8y2PL6KzzzqP2j_IYshYKISneHEojMmPiecqJ7dZWwPgnw/s320/IMG_4607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716233225075122386" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIONgrOZzBVCVel8ixHC82mJRSyal6veGdYz4glxkqG11OnhSSBnx8glhrR3zALnaRvBRYjtoRVLj438I7kvMfuXi2MMCEjfwXNzHz3gaD2_W4K4XD325Lq_HiO8jXvK5vhDo7p0mwh6F/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716243023600333890" /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Peace is not the absence of trouble, but the presence of Christ."</div><div>-Sheila Walsh<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-74465748486126994052012-02-18T19:23:00.006-08:002012-02-18T20:22:38.295-08:00Good DaysWe have be MIA for a few days. We are just now getting over sickness. Sickness with kids is a WHOLE new experience, if you've never tried it....lucky you ;)<div><br /><div>We have had our bad days. Wiping noses. Breaking fevers. </div><div>Middle of the night extravaganzas. Fun times, only mommies can appreciate.</div><div><br /></div><div>We have also had good days. Cuddling. Sleeping late. Staying at home. Doing nothing but enjoying each others company</div><div>.....<i>until someone hits someon<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>e else over the head with a Lego</i>. </span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>We have escaped to the outdoors when allowed. The Vitamin D is good for the body and soul. According to Hudson, so is digging in the dirt.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9JA3KGbas9uGzur3-sxQHjwlArGIUedoG8-Aob-PHqM8CY1ta_qs__poGjHsdqnl1SiFOShW4rSPO7ZUwQfI9OxSsYqkNFIJN9MeVNlOQBv969Vexxxu1eLx7yrywGe6CLJfOxUt-m1rO/s320/securedownload-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710688037602395490" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF1ad7WOs_Vmgu3B2hyphenhyphenXHJAak2aInpMPq0n_sBJrcdo-mW5-036CuJWCSXKxJOTpJ6rNqOAYAFgk-4WgXvsISyfI84CLq14Z_UkdZRel9WUumZMr9Nsc5u__hiWgGkLOsP83JXvnSaD2v/s320/securedownload-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710689084093189570" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganiAo3_4K8BDJ8nLh9QiifM-bvH6SnvE5cfpdtM3F_RS96Txe_31vQWsIvrACz5JHDQUomY9GniqWx_YK0_eKB-6g_Cgdfiq9QkX8btpQEEkzS2K9Utr2gwcAEuRLeKr7P4nP1JAF3DtF/s320/securedownload-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710689090998202194" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZ-IQhngt9RmhKwIJZoyPfWmU-JwxVfagPUk-SWCPlOTEcVWyzDMl5cBrqO3OQbP3budU_loyEkjBR16pHRYK3KFHntn1_wCUdmgl0u5c57QPkrLnNdFELYzGu3cJ7a4PYMxTGGkOI_YI/s320/securedownload-11.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710685953412218498" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWYX3JGDw6ZEmEMZxIlSQKZZUs1zZHgQxpSs2V-4LI8v24-wJaToOobsIl4VNCGYTyNDT54oYFa1vdSFY-hcrr4dEC14n30ALbmMI8bU86rFf6RaA8zi8ROaYcK-vL6HOyZI6LGSTU5FnE/s320/securedownload-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710685959887854050" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAEhk8Vmsa5keJhX9u6mTn_g9w5kvatEXY29iwfUl9FtOzVwn-e79zL_sSzOVWdaPNHBzIQ5gRUIkg9qVE7b23SzdKZx0ZPqRtpm2CRL2f8vLpVzV8JbbgvqQ1M0HAgO8rj1I8OijjPOa/s320/securedownload-12.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710685992813514594" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXYkJCxkPiLpYeqgmFj8EVnlGw6lcHSbzyUlTybWxmFdrkuR1huqjlaxJZZ8LFH7J-_RWKZ_GvD-TgGWDIM3lRtXIwJHljm8rh53nWDS8kspaVImIXK9jAwYgS2rmG0Kog4ieyE7zmdro/s320/securedownload-15.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710686675456882306" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQQDLwgpK5WT-HZlVROnUYQWlv6pc58vbLEV_MhsUpS6ZtU8xAZpOKMlT1ZU-SeKPH_0Z2qH5SJm0ElPK0oEwoIBl3qOCVJx45eUULusQTqEyI3wRrmU8M96tTIhMK5dtWqEpixi2690p/s320/securedownload-13.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710686700718021026" /></div><div>Pure elation from this girl when Daddy get home.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIchcF05PYmGOA8zG9-R1S6aTvdH_MN2kb-qEMNDS9kpbvsxK0TgQbQkkvFw59fKOJZ3OICFfzoTjCbXzQv2bTWOF_6O707fGpLO3ii3tH_gTICBSCfQ9QkGq2Ab2wbia9uTXITJkNcL2H/s320/securedownload-20.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710686710714073474" /></div><div>Melts my heart....every time.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJVdqCIAbfT5osx_9XgBj_BPG5pOfMWYCr3j40Ndnt4HIiGooET5saGdVGZsZX_x76f6IjF98m4yGXUt9zdsLE6d8zIrAsYAC9ukHRsBBLS2lD2l3rOSO9wCTqsGwRMLFwqJNnfVv_aQNA/s320/securedownload-18.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710686685079572770" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBc_X3XvA7R4vac_ZdqBIH2Il86oaa3Z5no0lzVqNch8CHzBII72kghFx6bvNHPZdVGrzjv4gyGe83Z1pitrBUn-PvtyE-7Tzt23X1bxgwx-4GGI9L2KkJXsUDYy2KHuFvFG4YBK65Ziq/s320/securedownload-19.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710687988636591410" /></div><div>clapping for Daddy. So sweet.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmmibDX7U9aTix8sa0ENidKY4EXz424BaKPGmfOiT3aNyxmjIYdgnm11i0tQacrfMVjU9wgCaZyrgFWfsj_E1glpz8odQS74ljgERENcnt3jiA_kvUI65ydnas9lxQgdpI9aeaUJvBcsM2/s320/securedownload-17.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710686025332459346" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnIrUlO-5P68p5w39i7jovN_ACGdFneD8gm-a2mn53BTX0EMjjIg-xlXhJ4KjkWiTNDs6qhcSbO4HgEBRK-cJVARFY0drqxyUhSrJ7bnm959yOZUFuMaH6prXx-_f-72e-dBq_0zygGX5/s320/securedownload-21.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710685987053877202" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So we are mending and adjusting back to life with routine and discipline. As sad as I am to see the wear-your-pajamas-all-day lifestyle leave, we are in very much need of structure. Ever have one of those weeks when you don't even know where your Day Planner is located?! yeh....that's me. <i>I should find that thing!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Until then....Happy Weekend!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-28966471258736553322012-02-09T18:37:00.000-08:002012-02-10T10:16:01.975-08:00Potty Training vs. Mommy Training<div>After another unsuccessful attempt at going "pee pee" I watched Riley walk over to the toilet, flush it and exclaim "I did it! Hooray!" I'll be honest, I was annoyed. It <i>was</i> cute and I'll give her two points for enthusiasm but sister did not go potty. Needless-to-say, I was spent! This was probably the 100th time in two days we had attempted to go potty with NO results. I wanted to wave the toilet paper in the air and surrender! We can try again NEXT YEAR!</div><div>I sat on the cold bathroom floor and pleaded with God to make this kid PEE! (you're either laughing at me or with me)</div><div><br /></div><div><div>In times (ie. Potty Training) like this I start off relying on myself to make it through the day.</div><div>And in these moments of self-reliance, I am ALWAYS defeated. Defeated by anger. Defeated by exhaustion. Defeated by fear. Defeated by bitterness. Defeated by anxiety.</div><div>Then, and only then do I run to God- when my resources have been exhausted and I am out of ideas and <i>I need help</i>. I find myself pleading with God to turn things around or give me the answers I want. <i>Hence the bathroom floor scenario.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Why do I do that? </div></div><div>I know these things to be true, why can't I just apply them in times of need?: </div><div><br /></div><div>"I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength" Phillipians 4:13</div><div><br /></div><div>"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28</div><div><br /></div><div>"But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles and they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31</div><div><br /></div><div><i>....AND YES! potty training IS a time of need!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>So, tomorrow when I find myself chasing a naked toddler around my kitchen trying to put her 12th pair of "pannies" on for the day, I will breathe, clean the pee stain off the carpet, sit down to a lovely game of "Don't Spill the Beans" with my kiddos and remember that God is in control. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIa7CgJ-KRl3exNm6ksnF_TMRvK-i0L52kBj6sj32UBKZEnEjR4I1fFZ0T-FsX-f2vUK6XP6jOHltHNswCj45rvcrl_8H36W0sFmPLd7Md0zMqCs1CIALRjqr9QzRbyigdR1G5Z33aNNP/s320/securedownload-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707338971060221666" /></div><div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh0MFYZAt9GXgh6I7aIVzq0kYLWSl3F43A7SnHQf2Xv-kr1oMRXnnGhDET3TiN5KTsXeRxiuNZNhNJy2iypatR7AO-j5d5AT5fuNsKKowTi8VhAp27knxzZD8BHJOos1l6BvLov_dLInI6/s320/securedownload-6.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707337058010519986" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtfH7Nupmc4nu50dAZMFMsq65kWgHzmt7Mi9k2bMYJxA8VnyFkqrUtrVRtO9J5DreIAPN1bXqIKmRq1OwplN3Jg0Rt8QVu-Z3QxWlmPbqzbuogVoaRa9LVxkvRQt95L23cqfZfaeXYHn4x/s320/securedownload-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707337071034040642" /></div><div>Big girl is sitting up on her own AND holding her own bottle. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCc7ePGuGcUrkhksOctsdgftl2RXIG-3aoX0sq5t50m0jXk5RkvXNK3_hq0NMvnGyv2kaX3aeiXL-wwmI4p9WX0O5gBjLg6ljFSBhr2Zkw0D1K_qayaWyFMj4AcaqNzbAbmh9zXjcByNRQ/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707337089223074578" /></div><div>These faces can make any day better. Potty or no potty! </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0sTnInZEE9U_rizAyVizp5ZO7QOmYejQ-5abvh8yQjuHaHuu3VGLU2u3spjOqQIYc8q1xksZ9HvTv0c9ZS8IFKngh3JhuxHvTR7bwxV1NQc5F_0XqQ_8M2x2cPflFosnaG6MiyhqM3sQE/s320/securedownload-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707337070541302722" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXA2gShf6HbDqlQtxd4bmIq75_Scv1kQfeCE66Tp1ZeC4Ntf79JuJemfO88Qyt4iGuH9aUqDQUHSW8LMSqrwH-OWibGVm3gcrIEsLShSIaaeATv4TgYX2Sjaj0Al8rb9CTbpbqFjnHpwS/s320/securedownload-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707337059876294002" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-88711549440470188072012-02-06T19:23:00.001-08:002012-02-06T20:20:17.998-08:00Riley Turns Two: LadyBug Party<div style="text-align: center;">Things are dying down here around the Sanders house. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We had such a fun weekend celebrating Riley's second birthday! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Girlfriend now knows what a birthday is and she rocked this one!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every once in awhile we still hear her singing "Happy Birthday" to herself! It's my favorite.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I will post more details and party "How To's" later. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now we are playing with new toys and eating leftover cake ;)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArHeyQ27sA2_-uaja9FjQNl-89WHsXFk2erMF_anIl0qFDQ4umn49Trq5mjlSF2u2V_Nw18fK07I5bbZ0NAsLmUUXd2DoBpVbFsq68pMv8VLkJ3-1HJePvHRjemITMk1bpkkAe9PLGPG_/s400/IMG_8427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706232115117965634" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPokrI5FhhtwjfQtkrWSHlXN0zr0FGe1RXHLwmmevcGoHhIp3trqy0_CGYd5hsng0lSRjMgf9ngFI3Ywkl_CAi_Q7eHpl6BBLISNofnLlZbt3hPGYTWSeLVGpY9RLVU9p6dCEQ1nXMFc9D/s400/IMG_8429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706236417626174882" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-AkRM-yoljJAcHDTi7MlT53WLeC5F9KySGC4a_-fPt2QAOEiMFwPDpTC0c3lAqMrGVTo2AUpEh8iq2vCSxaALNkuBmp4yYqAeqrhIZmZHnJETj0TI6eSdm_hKBeWQfLGri53SuqmdkCI/s1600/IMG_8486.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2z0VCHZj6dqj6yjmc5YQUV-sYkbBWdeHzuf97O0I0BXNw5oJdNC3XzUSAw3rRELD5j9OoAbQ9re6K7O53BQ3vQznzpiTz32KEqpaFzprOjFhm7y3xE30De5BFo1V9GUI0o0t-yIcTtE7a/s400/IMG_8533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706234068430441058" /><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDjJUYXxoOxW7LLvlcCgD6_sC3PzrJ35AVloGqwC5k46F_xPmaLMTS67vKd6SgIigLL90FMTTb5DEfLPqoMrja-W0XuOgqargCn40MJzWU1Ur_b2imW2n4xawl2fVkIb5tB0AKS3C1Hrg/s400/IMG_8528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706232146108076578" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We love you Riley Bug!</div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-68426434367577247362012-02-02T20:16:00.001-08:002012-02-02T20:32:14.874-08:00Riley's First Birthday Party: Hot Pink Zebra<div style="text-align: center;">I never got around to posting Riley's 1st Birthday Party (I wonder where the time went!?) So in honor of the big girl's birthday tomorrow thought I would do some more reflecting. It was so much fun and I had a blast getting ready for it! Girly themes are definitely my favorite ;)</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIfBMks0InHRvnf4A1qtQ4p4ZRdyDe_s8K5f3gUNdPqCLkolKsiAmoiREP8X5bLp3nUmfV8MzOp38qMowMfW4QGirli65ssx4McdhuriCwmjM-ue_2uKcm6HRqHwWBOpUkkgXqTDdhZpb/s400/Screen+shot+2012-02-02+at+11.15.42+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704759704224934306" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0-i1njfkVayrghIiqteubgQKtdzvYpo9DSsaydWue5Uc1-CHtVV4F7oLsYQjM3vyYwdndCWVrbLQ51QiJK_hHLIvYqySwRfxLUzExHvFnqq2XPsZhlVd6Jh3beixW-DoBN9G5FBX9WP6v/s400/180349_734847767253_23204646_40572872_7780688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704759732572882754" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUwMwt1lYXssUZVB2n_qKhOqugUft3AepIZuNY3V701InzCbqmPyC5CfjtwZG7BHG8BtIQTjgx5KsZWAli1W_ulSnhpu1-7imYsu7oCXT_4be0omwOwYg0GIl3eLH1arPiArAQ3l6NgtY/s400/179256_734846864063_23204646_40572863_3713953_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704759711637280370" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yJW6ySKYUaANGXyp7So1lXgiElNcqs9yNGCVlTeJkdJDqO4zTFXHaA99gVluuORO16FsBR6BQrfl52VeCHNJU8ybrcat66yoe6-3FVqnJmjpqnkMPtSt-bbJyy5FE-m03ufe5hb2r4Qw/s400/168658_734835082673_23204646_40572660_2599032_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704761740471056210" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigNyv7SA6obOcMK5C5l3xKmRtRJImiJ_iOGV66cl-tIAnIbm994y28fYRPqVq2M7tlcvMVfgDA9W15aSUms4TOJwvf-QL51cKhpswURzyrxmz2saEhccQr7YGoHH5Qz3dUHrxgBlnbrNh2/s400/181699_734833386073_23204646_40572614_7961712_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704761736340551778" /></div><div><br /><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9n9h-n8udcZcU5ICf3IWMWILPdwbzZoCQt1XxwLHgOLCaktCdbReQKAHe2B43mKzzhZ0-MZSxOxeSIuQq8r_wyKre2uz9nXzvyjX3VS_FAjbbAulpYNkAebiRBKWeg2QDNs6oOy1i-1Y/s400/180738_734846529733_23204646_40572854_19352_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704761735099238002" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-25234470061045242922012-02-01T19:45:00.000-08:002012-02-03T12:18:41.375-08:00Reflections.A year ago today...<div><br /><div>She was still drinking a bottle.</div><div>She had four teeth.<br /><div>She had no hair.</div><div>She couldn't walk yet.</div><div>She didn't have much to say, more than "Mama" (which was her first word ;) and "Dada"</div><div>She had just conquered pneumonia.</div><div>She mastered breathing treatments.</div><div>She made you laugh out loud with one facial expression.</div><div>She was "sissy"</div><div>She melted our hearts with her smile. (still does)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>She was one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday our Riley Bug will be two. </div><div>For today and tomorrow....she will be one. </div><div>And you bet I am going to hold on to it for dear life! ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2kA9pZ3d0amcM_ryLg2DIR2BvpcCn-4HeWizAXNCl3gylSV2ov4RcgLA1OAdlFy2YzLVgqFzRb2ik32HQx-sVPhPH9zhHIOIoew7gIaVxRfoVV0Hu10KgE-88idlHKqutIA41u9vBIkV/s320/20110312-riley+one+year-3588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704381638468876610" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8I_HO1mTKFecAD7BPExcogT4UO57pmKCWHGG5uS7gYJg15f8Ubn8MUCJx4kLM0iGpY44Ggqy5Y_RUNlNlZBlNBEuvpiGZErxxZAUF6Qdty-NRx9gLVtH7vDHQgoKeT7RNWNXifAz1TJkO/s320/20110312-riley+one+year-3611.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704381674252452370" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTHf4Pk1VVLEdevJUwrarnFKXuOmvnXWj8Aoxo6Cl1mEjQAuuzw36P9Yus33GxDNzQd703juWi-m6MsPnQ9uj3Dv3-bmBdduOk4-iQrIz2Fk9P4_O8v_Glhae_y6chtXjMIjD4pVIlfOD/s320/20110312-riley+one+year-3605.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704381664025761106" /></div><div>That's my girl!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2wyj8U1vfLV0cFFQsIJPaANvjlIOR-qNNv1WSBcjM46nA6q6zeCDCMAa4YQZXh2x0gXmRGxWh6VWJEJtJYriOLRWyGrbWIIzn3M6mdfXqekLmIdGjiJs4eNv1t0vzjtZvwJDuamPZ6PA/s320/20110312-riley+one+year+mar11-3697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704381690653549074" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6j0BkIg3OCTKhYpUI1aWrkJxSFaWXYO2L8G-vNnI0xGtYgNBjcAz-g1Hwv4MChEZlGZA76W5CzIk9JBJ02be8tC2_8SKXs8llR7Ua9l3vUUwR7uCTTEsFN3uQ3lwETV8soXw_saDb47f/s320/20110312-riley+one+year+mar11-3769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704381692112451426" /></div><div>There's the face. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Pictures were taken by <a href="http://urbangracephotography.com">Urban Grace Photography</a>)</div><div><br /></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-73971267955782850042012-01-24T18:18:00.001-08:002012-01-24T20:41:00.515-08:00Everything GreenEver have one of those days when you feel like you are accomplishing SO MUCH yet look around and you can't see what you have accomplished? No? Just me? <div><br /></div><div>Today was that day.</div><div><br /></div><div>I still have a sink full of dishes (though they were already done once).</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn't get those bathrooms cleaned like I intended.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I am still behind on de-cluttering my "piles".</div><div><br /></div><div>But instead of getting stuck on what didn't get done, we are just going to embrace what did get done, like it <i>WAS</i> on the list in the first place...<i>and we are just going to pretend I dominated today!</i> ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjL3_dU6R3tN4QIaZPRjd-aylnuCW93d5fatkAJSO3KRrN4Ta_9QUMYFgM1hFYWn4_nU1UCBH-4GEs-MeJLs9Oosu4km4PSp-zYP6Lw-irR6jI4hdorKCYLxVdJr6kK6OWXYfPgn5XuZly/s320/IMG_4333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701392811089477698" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And because I like to put things that match in an oober-themed box and tie it up with a coordinating bow, my brain tends to do this without even thinking....case and point ALL things we did/made today were GREEN, so we rolled with it!</div><div><br /></div><div>We made <a href="http://she-fit.com/green-monster-bread-recipe/">Low-Cal Green Monster Bread</a> (recipe found on Pinterest)</div><div>This stuff is GOLD! Hudson asked to eat three pieces in one sitting. "More, more please??!"</div><div>Little did he know...he was eating spinach! Sneaky and satisfying. Nuff said.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6cE0H9wj4FVktNcB0pJTt8oD4MtCQrQSJUBkrXku9vnVaXhhvkJ4w4GlwC4bK4JCLuye957ZKYwoU8Hbz1z8ytn85BzsIjBSPEfqEmosXahleXCteOQthKDUoj0SR-jxQVJD7vTCkx0C/s320/104427285079414399_gwbEG1B5_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701394373317353874" /></div><div><br /></div><div>While I had the blender out to make the bread, I decided to make my first batch of homemade babyfood for Piper. Green peas and Green beans! Love the color of fresh made babyfood vs. the store bought stuff. You really notice the brown color when you hold them up next to each other. <i>(I am not saying I don't feed her food from a jar. Promise! I have twenty jars in my cabinet and she will eat some for breakfast!)</i> I just like the pretty colors. ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>You can learn more on how-to whip up baby food from scratch <a href="http://ksandersfamily.blogspot.com/2010/11/homemade-baby-food-made-easy.html">here</a>.</div><div>Easy-peasy! and way cheaper!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHBRTJfyyHoOwj35_phHkyPKMzjYwY4Z7bfxXRrlLY6C6gHZinsbC8i4Wup1K_CGwwqrVCsM-vXKuSrZwhc0Nr0GRPdNTsia5KWzFAQVjbcdKM-7PmSQ3O7Vz1F5cN0lx9ny9VjBG2ZdEh/s320/IMG_4314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701392805436992418" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0tCwGzBgFST2bajYnPJBvvwGY2f90VIQTUOsJHIKP-Q2Dr7GNz8E1omPFhbkxIcR-bEXoeSrLL_9g_XSAZttrTAggw1Ii-x_5NmYj1rY39NfGKFW60_B9eLR47Kj8L6hXNcHNfyEsSVb/s320/securedownload-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701393810244925618" /></div><div><br /></div><div>PG rockin the green in her Bumbo chair. Where did my baby go?</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0_3pgRJiUIjWlWct65bwYZ9Dy18TtnjiCRYLEeeznmNPY9574ACznBxlYMOMr8QuTcBAPutnPw_0kMcouvYk7sKrWyQunwLACvn4tKq0UCACAr-kS3TRfij9oTR7AWtIdEO41Le3XZMy/s320/securedownload-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701393806712627954" /></div><div><br /></div><div>And in sticking with the green theme. I would like to enlighten you. </div><div>You won't want "normal" chicken salad ever again! Man this is yummy!</div><div>Ate it for lunch yesterday....and today. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://becomingbetty.blogspot.com/2011/09/avocado-chicken-salad.html">Avocado Chicken Salad</a> (found on Pinterest)</div><div>I used half sour cream and half mayo for the dressing and red onion instead of green onion.</div><div>Dee-lish!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikSY7Z_S5DveLyzTtWRYGB4GbjZWbYk5j4Y-g30G0nklTzEPDlIb5tzh2VfvK4O9ifnMxw37qqTkYZyTZSODnGTfMBRS72cWhFwDYPf-dWNr-9bQwdQXgT3M75Omf1JkDxBNqku8y62nBC/s320/84512930476992479_hzJXpglz_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701394373135283682" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So to sum up my day...it revolved around food! <i>(and laundry) </i></div><div><i>What did you accomplish today?</i></div><div><br /></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-66344900224571670182012-01-23T20:26:00.003-08:002012-01-23T21:18:12.248-08:00SunshineAll this rain has made for lots of whining, lots of running in circles, lots of screaming, a little complaining and a pinch of crazy. As for the kids....they have been great! ;)<div>Betcha saw that one coming?<div><br /></div><div>Last week we snuck outside for a few moments of "warmth" and sunshine. The ground was just dry enough to play without getting disgustingly muddy and the driveway was in need of some chalk art. The Cozy Coupes had been recently rain washed and were ready to cruise. No need of jackets or hats...Riley wore one just because.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was much needed time to breathe and just have fun. </div><div>Piper slept. We played.</div><div><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV1PbQvuQGKHaush6l5EYb8BqbQASuyMdfUndoNn__Vlz-m6QaaWDds-TIPOJpMCEZkyTRT0ckAIpJLA3fc4BqAtIsGPnT3ulRvkcBEn59Cu_uSoprqQNLqt_ydl2A_QWoDaZgwiL40U6/s1600/IMG_4238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEV1PbQvuQGKHaush6l5EYb8BqbQASuyMdfUndoNn__Vlz-m6QaaWDds-TIPOJpMCEZkyTRT0ckAIpJLA3fc4BqAtIsGPnT3ulRvkcBEn59Cu_uSoprqQNLqt_ydl2A_QWoDaZgwiL40U6/s320/IMG_4238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701060077554956786" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN18_pmh1MmXavhBv0c2RTh3EiU0NwtD4_h-ELteTx9b1FY4fDyUWaaGIOecaBU2btt_Xr2W6ZniCm5RXGzvUSB8vzCHiv8Iamg38m1Swn3ke98qRU5PQO14jcXnE97dsSb7p2P7Z6kBZk/s320/IMG_4235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701060095253417730" /><div><i>Love. Love. Love that they actually want to play together. </i></div><div><i><br /></i><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGE1zaJQqaKkkT_ubuJUOvxEueGJGbwHYy2fVYYFZS2gjAM4mvKd8J2Gtmq0hx5S5MCsU8v4PAQt03t7ZEFZiU_1G-phjJblfFou4LTzX-CbhiiHvKP9b5zKj2b2JRMCY_cIFcRUsnvios/s320/IMG_4222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701061307219635170" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmNj-FAjiHG7kCcohjWC3GtGI2H2cXx-HMVw7MCCqZ7su94ZmLpPHKOt8K5eCpDeVo9VtqGmD7fS_z_N60pmrkj3GUCxMwarA0UioW0SIY1JdfYRu0PM9g67oJz5ednhb1IEsQ8i9l1_x/s320/IMG_4236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701061300431797730" /></div><div><i>This blog post is brought to you today by Fischer Price. Not really. But one could dream.<br /></i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div><i><br /></i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJ1BC_B1rLl2TSTXlTfrUSYD19av1Wme1e4Jne0GEv6-oVoUTl3n80EqG8G7VRvRu6nvaOmdWAhhZk-R-ULh9Gg-9epqmQsEyjPXDv8dz5zkcKvbShrPNjfpe9XfMLLYvIaLM98SZvDpS/s1600/IMG_4234.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwJ1BC_B1rLl2TSTXlTfrUSYD19av1Wme1e4Jne0GEv6-oVoUTl3n80EqG8G7VRvRu6nvaOmdWAhhZk-R-ULh9Gg-9epqmQsEyjPXDv8dz5zkcKvbShrPNjfpe9XfMLLYvIaLM98SZvDpS/s320/IMG_4234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701060074982552434" /></a> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ObZlBhUkaRq_c6ziQASa-lASRrrIaiDYf1R0SBA5qShO_GKVKy4l6tknCFM62ZHPDxAw6A-KmyZBa_L-fdLFS5p1DznHvLAazQP7TkrbKKtMjB1Cgknd0IGrrWQ6eLBN_oa5mt2IxwB1/s320/IMG_4230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701060055014311122" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxvPmbRQZvoRTQ21iQuBk94Gp4vJVlR-Y6gYeHsYB3JQod7io0unDiJ-Ekv6l5chP5I6dka_qsgVYLVzUf-QYziTIcPWES_xbLkzO4tmy5cJrZ6JKHbLnLIlU7cwu5q5iiHs8XL6G3XAmE/s320/IMG_4233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701060061203140466" /></div><div><i>He's three. Check out the annunciation. </i></div><div><i>And No, Riley does not know how to draw perfect circles. </i><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghd2YrkCw4aJm1S3YE6MoNUWCy7bPp8OmAK3n9JyT0HC4NNi9VOAfkwmaXa-3A4RhCFFocmPYS9PxDY2TaXK8ijRsQgXFG4TS3oGQ_i2Txjskcr_iXHXoy5qfaGUchnoamMxBlpEV-KYy4/s1600/IMG_4227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghd2YrkCw4aJm1S3YE6MoNUWCy7bPp8OmAK3n9JyT0HC4NNi9VOAfkwmaXa-3A4RhCFFocmPYS9PxDY2TaXK8ijRsQgXFG4TS3oGQ_i2Txjskcr_iXHXoy5qfaGUchnoamMxBlpEV-KYy4/s320/IMG_4227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701056503937756066" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyPSIY1J05WMpYtxb3mk0aHjbN4GWEhCO8xa4-uTvf_Yjg-D4d5Pit2xUjQYDSoGN9TSrEqDmDFXWX2LsmxEJULIqp8c9Zytksjw0ioL9wuVSEzzf3vp1FmZ3gIYcPkBt47ZKugKuEQTjt/s320/IMG_4232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701056520338478450" /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>This boys smile takes my breath away.</i><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNP8Uk2TwCpMIsKmooV43ZlySRwNXHav766KjeUXjpbsZkGWmVc_Vew3G1_omgEMdQWepc2QKDmKGMdnxRcAqy2OnNuxE6UlwLupiELtetgiECTWWEplbbHHfHmJmVvIOWN_1DGVaVpd9/s1600/IMG_4220.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNP8Uk2TwCpMIsKmooV43ZlySRwNXHav766KjeUXjpbsZkGWmVc_Vew3G1_omgEMdQWepc2QKDmKGMdnxRcAqy2OnNuxE6UlwLupiELtetgiECTWWEplbbHHfHmJmVvIOWN_1DGVaVpd9/s320/IMG_4220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701056495376905458" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL5GZZkdqiMEZ6yrD89xLv9xl4fD-QN0hyJrRwYhS3rsa3OLYIpWdvscjHNkOaK-OwuInTsemp2zueE7E9TcGH6vKTdDC5_vID535X_Roi4HlQgkGvDiP6wCGLV2p720ATMAHQs2hPD-gF/s320/IMG_4226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701056499204938482" /><br /><br /><div>I am praying for more days like this soon. </div><div>Or a vacation (some place tropical). </div><div>Whichever comes first.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because, <i>I will not </i>to take <i>all three</i> of them to the library <i>again</i> by myself. Ever. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>That's a whole post in itself. </i></div><div><i>I am still recovering. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Sunshine, we miss you.<br /></i><div><i><br /></i></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-87323085120481746882012-01-23T14:16:00.000-08:002012-01-23T14:43:01.328-08:00Sweet Piper GracePG-You are an absolute joy to wake up to- no matter the hour <div><i>(Today that was 5:30am ;)</i><div>Your smile is bigger than your face most days. I wonder sometimes if the reason you are crying is because your cheeks hurt from smiling all day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Your first word: "Dada."</div><div>As jealous as I might have been when this was Hudson's first word...I can let this one slide. Because I know in my heart you are still a momma's girl and knowing that someday soon you will say my name makes the wait exciting and sweet.</div><div><br /></div><div>You just started sitting on your own in the last few days. Just another milestone to check off the list. You are right on track with your siblings. Maybe this means you won't walk early either and that's ok-I don't mind you staying my baby for awhile.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of all our babies you are the cuddliest. You actually <i>want </i>to be snuggled and rocked to sleep, if and when we can escape to silence (which in our house isn't very regular ;) So we cherish these moments and allow our schedule to be rearranged for them. </div><div><br /></div><div>I can't believe we have known you for more than half a year. What a blessing it is to see your face each day and to be your parent.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhydnFODm8e6bV_i796Zs2yJya3kufbV7IS31aELo8ugXRaeuMSA1aXijTA_FYjZGT59sdYpYdR8ZJHiBsgwmw9ZgTvxyW3B_D-3JmIhGX33eNcVCsc8_BdlKr_ME_9FAyRga18ENk3xm5-/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700958492063563970" /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmcLustttva3QmU9pm4byUb-rzbL2HtaxTRTcJuMx6OXsXBsxds7x0Dh0lOYQEKx2G6gG_SUTtqB27wM-YiExI8M-iQujiBZCZgzd1n3ziUBcZauXG81i9tcPImtGAvomso9SFzbX9aJu/s320/securedownload-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700958474258402194" /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Sweet girl, we love you. </div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-16939823766344790582012-01-22T18:05:00.000-08:002012-01-22T19:47:07.970-08:007 months<div style="text-align: left;">Baby girl is 7 months old tomorrow. I can't believe how much PG has grown and how I can't remember life without three kids. Funny how that works?! Life for us was intended to be this way and I can't imagine it any differently. Crazy, but good crazy. So of course things like developing photos don't happen too often because that just takes time I don't normally have or maybe it's brain space to think about doing it. BUT I finally ordered some from <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/">Shutterfly</a> thanks to my $20 credit! What's better than free stuff AND pictures!? not much. ;)</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some of the lovelies that will be going up on my wall this week! My husband will be relieved to know that the frames that I have up with creepy people stock photos will come down. I may or may not hang frames before I have a picture to go in them! (Photos were taken by the wonderful photographer and friend from church Julie Evans. Check her out at <a href="http://www.urbangracephotography.com/">Urban Grace Photography.</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnr_qoKIoRKg7EKe4pLp2iVkDKQvefGXclqJzRqIMkXd8ULMjxxEULqSsM35Tk6KDYizkVpqBwqRTfzxWykQoIGpV7-ApAc2Udi8R_vR2HdQZupyFI5PlAeYr08u60b1pRxC72VnnuJ4Ix/s320/piper-6451ed+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700645922409785986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDl-u3nKnCcJOzNiTyEuiVhU7gT5Wc0OVLAlX0FPj6rSlWrov_IgdPD0jwjSLencounWp5viwqhlUhUu2lPVlC3MoAkaRuKyK2FWKvdJaqyg3OjJXkCOgvCQU-ZuzLDxNYVB7aWsSS1JeC/s320/piper-6513+copy_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700645916962525986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq4I_FvN5M2KiT3bAIwmp_54zj-tANLG3Ifn278ARcBJmh2RL_qJP8Lpyw0UcdTw93ZwzR-F64MCS6BYi0XNMQbT69BzWkpyRxoMgtt-8jGh_1YLP4uGf84ZdHymvRgd4vgimbMqt7HpUR/s320/piper-6476+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700645895625944050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEke1QKo01sktQdDhlpteZNV6qwb6W2WtOyBm12Te9sVQ1ea1Ez2NIZmI27mndfRjAc64NVbuDyeX18ge_U5pdPPu2Glma0JOxYXEXycvGB67_P8xipu7PypcrWGdoHLqopCo1OeHc7XdS/s320/piper-6461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700645891924178770" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtRouOyUYn6ZId-7V5U0w4ByVaERNKOeRwplIk1fgXkHosMtgNM2UTTgY5HDNnpm5kjjpPQJKRNaYT5vfI2_SfZ2ty9bbnHbHnsa1sqa6rgtKhKc2_EgEdKdaYIS0xTOEOnxRZmI4b9Rc/s320/piper-6480_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700645888360259666" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Random memory: The day of Piper's photo session we had gotten maybe 3 hours of sleep, sister chick was colicky for the first few weeks of life and nothing would calm her to sleep. So not only were we tired but she was hard to get to settle and pose. Don't let these sweet pics fool you! ;) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are linking up with the Anderson Crew.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><center><a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/15yi6ad.jpg" /></a></center></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-16808382803186525072012-01-18T10:10:00.000-08:002012-01-18T10:58:38.735-08:00Coffee breakIt's nap time. Just imagine the quiet. You have your choice of the comfy, suede glider or big plush leather couch. I will be sipping a cup of coffee, patiently waiting on the next load of laundry to come out of the dryer. The load might not be folded right away, but it will be rotated out in hopes that I can keep up with the mounds that wait to be cleaned. I am actually showered and dressed (with make-up on) because for the first time in awhile I was able to get up and go to Bible Study-<i>BIG! </i><div><br /></div><div>Chances are <i>because you are here</i>, I will probably fold that load of clothes so that I look like I am being productive and because things are always more pleasant when others are around to chat with. <i>Won't you come over more often?! </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I will tell you how encouraging bible study was for me today and how I am always refreshed and convicted when going through this study on the book of Acts. I will tell you that I am trying and failing miserably at a restricted "cleanse" diet that I was trying to do in order to lose the last of the baby weight and eat healthier.<i> I love food and I love coffee. Not to mention those things are vital to get me through the day with little ones- just in small, healthier portions.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I am learning <i>(re-learning)</i> that everything needs to be done with and through the grace of God. Loving our spouses, parenting, how we eat, how we spend our time. We need God's grace in all aspects of our lives. Today, I so want to be free of the mommy guilt, the sin of comparison, frustration, and laziness. And because of grace, I am set free- <i>I just need to keep reminding myself of that. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>So as I continue to sip on my <i>illegal</i> cup of coffee. What's new with you? Where has grace found you this week? </div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-25925083946114446662012-01-12T10:43:00.000-08:002012-01-12T14:19:23.125-08:00Intentional<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAUNnhbrKszrlOJj6O9co-ti_3rZVjwshr3tWa2HxFVBIql9zprrH1q8LbmgGORo04c8vQWUqRyk0Q0-554-lFowhh3TZ8tr4j0Tmkd0iXLFBE7h2TqkIOJaCU-WO4oDMYl2-5OwVc7Nj/s1600/securedownload-4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div>Holy Moly it's 2012. Twelve days in. I feel like we have been here for-eva! I friend (via Facebook) pointed out the slowness of the last few weeks coming off of the hustle and bustle of Christmas and such. So true. Thanks Dawn!</div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>Recap of December:We went from sadness/mourning to celebration in a mere 14 days; from the loss of my sweet aunt, to the graduation of my totally awesome brother from Ga. Tech, then hurling ourselves into Christmas and lastly, embracing sickness with the kiddos ;( We are now on the mend and ready to take on this year with full force.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have no resolutions, I have no major plans or long lists of things to tackle. I want to embrace a way of life. To some that might more daunting than resolution. To some that sounds uber exciting. I find it....well...both! I want to live <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">INTENTIONALLY-</span></b> I want everything I do to ooze God's love and grace. I want Him to guide my days and give me discernment when things need to be left alone while other things need to be tended to. I feel this is important in order to live a life that will honor Him. If we are intentional about our words, our actions, our lives-how much more do you think we could accomplish each day?</div><div><br /></div><div>How do we do this in our family? First it starts with saturating ourselves in His word and obeying his commands. Teaching those commands to our kids and living them out through our marriage. Being an example of the gospel to first to our kids and second to those around us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hard to flesh this out-I know for sure. I find myself resting in my purpose/my calling and what God has for me in this season. Amidst diapers, disobedient toddlers, dirty laundry and sleepless nights, I get to enjoy those sweet toothless grins from Piper, Riley's belly laughs, and "double kisses" from Hudson. These are worth living with intention and for a purpose.</div><div><br /></div><div>We might not intentionally get sick...but it happens. And so Piper Grace and I spent some quality time in the waiting room and I can't get enough of this baby! Her eyes could melt anyone's heart....promise! We are linking up to "Embrace the Camera" with <a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/2012/01/embrace-camera-jan-12th.html">The Anderson Crew</a>. Sometimes the momma has to get in the picture....it's proof we are actually are here and surviving, right?!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqMbGURiYvIixf8J_yQAoC9xOh6SZQTe66Vl-q3P9-roGLrBQdoQYRYMOmdcmO5-fIWLZu5BYUOE7_6IrdAKDohmsNliEIZK3gag4YqquFHrTFK6fYmPNDfCsQHkMbN_a293oF6Kp4Pj4m/s320/securedownload-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696837785335994370" /></div><div>Before the doctor....sick baby.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPJkUggsQfIqut9SnspmEzyDrD9PA-7moI-mTbULlGinS8wrqTu0SrMNNBtrmoikdD791qYiL9xsqI4Qmcuc5xOHHy_DIy9Sxy1AFR_YdApPZUEqXwULHndE-xdk_4945SQe9kI88j6uS/s320/securedownload-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696837791926215458" /></div><div>At the doctor....Even with her eyes closed, she's cute!</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAUNnhbrKszrlOJj6O9co-ti_3rZVjwshr3tWa2HxFVBIql9zprrH1q8LbmgGORo04c8vQWUqRyk0Q0-554-lFowhh3TZ8tr4j0Tmkd0iXLFBE7h2TqkIOJaCU-WO4oDMYl2-5OwVc7Nj/s320/securedownload-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696837803840008242" /></div><div>Pretty Girl.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Blessings, </div><div>Lauren</div></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-82569178964467956942011-12-02T11:03:00.000-08:002011-12-02T17:19:13.257-08:00Piper Grace-5 monthsI have three kids. I have three kids under three. I have three kids under three, therefore I have no time to blog. Sad, but true! I thought, maybe, I could keep up but I can't even keep up with the passing months and look now....I have a 5 month old. She is no longer a newborn she is just straight up BABY! Sister girl can roll both ways, eat baby food (bananas, sweet potatoes, squash and pears), and screech at decibels only dogs can hear! Her favorite toy right now is her Fischer Price Jumpy/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Excersaucer</span> thing-a-ma-gig (not it's actual name). Piper has started to resemble her big brother so much -all but the hair....my little brunette has yet to change to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blonde</span> (kinda hoping she stays this way, it makes her unique ;) She is as sweet as pie (or cake...whatever your preference) and we are loving life with our little PG.<div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydrAeqenCfgABUzg4FII8aCM9rCBqcylqaLOWqoxrCo5MoFXKokOmyOCefsj3D6rMCPciQBXAQpww41Np8pzPGxQ2LasfjUYn6N6lhQz8D7yKjaeqOzesxxPgVNpBwc4iF0mvunc7Mn2w/s1600/390803_985532852333_23204646_42558190_1529233914_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydrAeqenCfgABUzg4FII8aCM9rCBqcylqaLOWqoxrCo5MoFXKokOmyOCefsj3D6rMCPciQBXAQpww41Np8pzPGxQ2LasfjUYn6N6lhQz8D7yKjaeqOzesxxPgVNpBwc4iF0mvunc7Mn2w/s320/390803_985532852333_23204646_42558190_1529233914_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681611665222784482" /></a></div><div>Lovin big girl food! (check out the mohawk!)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydrAeqenCfgABUzg4FII8aCM9rCBqcylqaLOWqoxrCo5MoFXKokOmyOCefsj3D6rMCPciQBXAQpww41Np8pzPGxQ2LasfjUYn6N6lhQz8D7yKjaeqOzesxxPgVNpBwc4iF0mvunc7Mn2w/s1600/390803_985532852333_23204646_42558190_1529233914_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgwpThqwoHmWwPxLaq-HMhUInNhTB4pnzT96Q1IHbm_CepgnpPuUUbQLABZt5E7524KKPR9FRV9tw8xvLu4lkb8D2QUzlYgiqQPaeo5MUb857WauGfcrG3uGCZimoCCRBQ1qtkfsLEOPP/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-02+at+13.16+%25236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgwpThqwoHmWwPxLaq-HMhUInNhTB4pnzT96Q1IHbm_CepgnpPuUUbQLABZt5E7524KKPR9FRV9tw8xvLu4lkb8D2QUzlYgiqQPaeo5MUb857WauGfcrG3uGCZimoCCRBQ1qtkfsLEOPP/s320/Photo+on+2011-12-02+at+13.16+%25236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681611660392269538" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGgwpThqwoHmWwPxLaq-HMhUInNhTB4pnzT96Q1IHbm_CepgnpPuUUbQLABZt5E7524KKPR9FRV9tw8xvLu4lkb8D2QUzlYgiqQPaeo5MUb857WauGfcrG3uGCZimoCCRBQ1qtkfsLEOPP/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-02+at+13.16+%25236.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2YUSrDl1OqgAZ25GoEcNhUC7NkWarTMsorwnFL_rEQKQPwyeSJ4XAO-9rkfv0TUglqe9gfEQJpe6NIi39XToECKaD0FIi5b1pYfILL2lp3clc043T1XfWNLbUdyXPAIDNeQRDuF-U8nk/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-02+at+13.18+%25232.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ2YUSrDl1OqgAZ25GoEcNhUC7NkWarTMsorwnFL_rEQKQPwyeSJ4XAO-9rkfv0TUglqe9gfEQJpe6NIi39XToECKaD0FIi5b1pYfILL2lp3clc043T1XfWNLbUdyXPAIDNeQRDuF-U8nk/s320/Photo+on+2011-12-02+at+13.18+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681611658442261186" /></a><br />Can't get enough of her sweet smile!<br /><div><br /></div><div>In other (random) news....</div><div>I have lost all but 8 pounds of the 40 I gained when pregnant (wahoo!)....I have started a business on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lelize26?ref=seller_info">Etsy</a> selling hairbows!....and the house is decorated for Christmas! </div><div>in the words of my three year old..."Peace Out Baby"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><center style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.andersonfamilycrew.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/15yi6ad.jpg" /></a></center><center style="text-align: left;"><br /></center></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-58281357247692392972011-11-14T20:28:00.001-08:002011-11-14T20:34:13.522-08:00Under Construction.If you haven't noticed I have been messing with things. The blog is under a bit of reconstruction, as is my life! We are five months in with three kids and therefore, I am doing a bit of organizing, a bit of re-evaluating, and a bit of catching up. I can't wait to let you know how the whole process is going but for now, have a great week! Be a blessing.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-36926342297379183142011-10-12T11:45:00.000-07:002011-10-12T12:05:47.124-07:00Better Late Than NeverFinally got around to ordering Piper's birth announcements! Better late than never! <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.shutterfly.com">But </a><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/">Shutterfly</a> always does such a great job and I could not thank our wonderful photographer and friend Julie at <a href="http://urbangracephotography.com/">UrbanGrace Photography</a>. Love my pics!<br /><br /><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" /></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=1EYuWrNsxZuVg&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=118"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/1EYuWrNsxZ8/1EYuWrNsxZ84s/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1318445064000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" /></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Stationery card</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-70826295928730996732011-10-07T19:34:00.000-07:002011-10-07T21:20:13.935-07:00Fear<div>Well hello there. I feel as though our life has not stopped! I am trying to catch a break or a breath...or both. I don't have much time nor do I have much on my mind. I have a pumpkin cake in the oven and my hubby skimming Netflix for a Friday night movie. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a little something to keep you going, a little deep, but it's heavy on my heart.... </div><div><br /></div><div>God wants me to conquer my fears. How do I know this? Everything I read, everyone I talk to, everywhere I turn it seems my fears have found me. Being the control freak that I am it's hard to let things go....it's hard to trust in the unseen or the intangible. Anyone know what I am talking about? Random, negative thoughts overcome you or you get knots in your stomach over a situation that was only played out in your head....a situation that will probably NEVER happen? Ok, maybe I am just weird. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let's be real here, we want things to go our way. We want to be comfortable. We want to create a life that cushions us from the things we are afraid of. Take our kids for example....we don't want our kids to get sick, so we vaccinate them OR we don't. We want to make sure they eat the "right things" or go to the "right" school, or hang out with the "right" people. We can obsess over how controlled we want our life to be so much that it becomes an idol. I know this because far too often I am thinking about these things. I don't want my kids to grow up wrapped in bubble wrap, but my flesh wants to make sure they are perfectly safe and perfectly heathly and perfectly well-rounded. NEWSFLASH LAUREN...not gonna happen ;) </div><div><br /></div><div>So here I am....I don't like falling, I don't like heights, nor will I ride a roller coaster at Six Flags (or anywhere for that matter). Here God is, asking me to take a leap of faith, jump with my eyes closed, hold out my hand and trust Him to direct my steps. <i>Not an easy thing for this momma! </i>I will let you know how it goes. Right now I still have those knots in my stomach. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1SFnuJS4B8RXlJxcyxBUh1o8kcOy9D0rc5mmBF6JJLosffyNgoBciykRiLgYKQ4GYBrDUrWm9vKhyn9n6OiYD9fvHw-2RtVm6cCIuClWprgHA4u7oahf9EUttapeSfe82wpyJHG8epcP/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+10.33.12+PM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1SFnuJS4B8RXlJxcyxBUh1o8kcOy9D0rc5mmBF6JJLosffyNgoBciykRiLgYKQ4GYBrDUrWm9vKhyn9n6OiYD9fvHw-2RtVm6cCIuClWprgHA4u7oahf9EUttapeSfe82wpyJHG8epcP/s320/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+10.33.12+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660944234150351314" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit1SFnuJS4B8RXlJxcyxBUh1o8kcOy9D0rc5mmBF6JJLosffyNgoBciykRiLgYKQ4GYBrDUrWm9vKhyn9n6OiYD9fvHw-2RtVm6cCIuClWprgHA4u7oahf9EUttapeSfe82wpyJHG8epcP/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-10-07+at+10.33.12+PM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"Serve only the Lord your God and fear him alone. Obey his commands, listen to his voice, and cling to him." Deuteronomy 13:4</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><br /></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-38151353694472028202011-09-28T20:18:00.000-07:002011-09-28T21:30:27.029-07:00Red PaintThis is VERY random, but it completely defines my life at the present time.....<div><br /></div><div>Today I finally removed the chipped away red polish from my toes ;) I have been staring at them for <del> weeks </del> days. It's as if the chipping of the polish, signified the chipping away of my outward appearance. The appearance that I promised to keep after having a baby or....three. I vowed never to wear spit-up on my clothes outside of the house, never to wear maternity clothes- <i>just because they are comfortable</i>, and NEVER go more than a day without showering. Ha!</div><div><strike><br /></strike></div><div>When did I find the time to remove the hideous nail polish?....while my kids were taking a bath! They were contained and you gotta do, whatcha gotta do...I didn't even care that I did NOT have time to paint my toes a new, pretty color to distract the world from my puke stained clothes and dirty-hair ponytail ;) You will just have to deal with my naked toes until bath time tomorrow. </div><div><br /></div><div>Moving on.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you didn't know...<a href="http://ksandersfamily.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-love-of-pinterest.html">I love Pinterest</a>.....and my kids love it too! ;)</div><div>They love that I can whip up a new craft without having to wait around for my brain to kick in and actually come up with one on my own! </div><div><br /></div><div>In the spirit of the new season, we made handprint trees with orange, yellow and my favorite...RED paint!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is some of the fun we had creating our Fall Tree...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4qgutulX0I4FMPfagVqOgky-wPIRh3EYjGcXsUnI2N4fRQ5Vc7bAkLFgdqw2etnD1FVO3qRcC9O6k0-O_DIK492t16sd12epUSo3qm6tOYG86fqgkHQU94UOVwHHF7IJq1zqH6zP8pLv/s1600/photo+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4qgutulX0I4FMPfagVqOgky-wPIRh3EYjGcXsUnI2N4fRQ5Vc7bAkLFgdqw2etnD1FVO3qRcC9O6k0-O_DIK492t16sd12epUSo3qm6tOYG86fqgkHQU94UOVwHHF7IJq1zqH6zP8pLv/s320/photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657621978602502050" /></a><div><i>No that is not an Oompa-loompa in my kitchen.</i></div><div>Riley preferred to paint herself...and then eat the paint! </div><div>She eats everything! (paint=non-toxic)</div><div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmauiEs6MIZwGdVQ1GE8G2JjgWPgHKCAOrKMHU9cBvyzHeFugwwFdZet7PBAkRAfxiij5wxf-2zac-QbPSjEimOmUVTnA0wKHLNewxH7aPEmQGIc-VMJbO5uinb_wF3cnAMhZFuKJXi6G7/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657621970512157010" /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEjSFc9imRQ4rBLo70ccIcI1WZWzBH1_wQ7DwkqDJao35U0m_JMTk675rfUCgDNZDI2qDFWClbJ_cxYEPXVBMGs8Ps27aQ4-M2UC9lpEBj-pU6TDYvrS04bVe4vNT0FhieJO_qsmuzFUT/s1600/photo+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEjSFc9imRQ4rBLo70ccIcI1WZWzBH1_wQ7DwkqDJao35U0m_JMTk675rfUCgDNZDI2qDFWClbJ_cxYEPXVBMGs8Ps27aQ4-M2UC9lpEBj-pU6TDYvrS04bVe4vNT0FhieJO_qsmuzFUT/s320/photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657621972893378722" /></a><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5lmk-aniH34MRW98kKZQgr5jyp4LYVmjDzIEQJ_t7dHzCIqTmmUb_irbEZkRF0K8XEM0OJmyAAhtohDskIr7vkvpI7rj71jvevzkN8m_Bt4e7g2VwFW_H7oIHL3VQ7Hn_XrP1XW6_tgzm/s320/photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657621979251733906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></div><div>Brother had to join in.</div><div><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidO1JLB2wlSsz5vaDZyDGjPIvHyawSUpU-jjyKL0CmRsqT_25RNdX6iqfNePSr12BvbuRT6devled-oogb_LcNhpPlZ8u8xE_hM2h55U5xOIiw-AkQzlffm1wxvpI486K1XFefT6NJfRMS/s320/photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657621983216217426" /><br /><div><br /></div><div>I framed the pic in a poster frame I already had from IKEA and just mounted the paper to a sheet of burlap I cut to fit inside the frame. Super simple, so fun, and FREE!</div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298294050694339683.post-20915704173444714902011-09-27T19:55:00.001-07:002011-09-27T20:47:01.049-07:00For the love of Pinterest.<div>Thanks to Pinterest, I have new (quick and easy) menu ideas, time/inspiration to craft, and ideas out the wahzoo! Yeh that's right....wahzoo! </div><div><br /></div><div>My husband will appreciate that sooner rather than later, I will be tossing all of my magazine pages-the ones that I effortlessly ripped from the binding, only to pile them away in stacks around my house, never to be thought of again. Using Pinterest is not only saving me time by teaching me new things....its keeping my pack rat tendencies to a minimum....or so I hope!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Here's what my new relationship has blossomed into.....</b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>*Good Eats</b></span><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX28-40fqOMeAUzGwB_EdUa8Puw0wAJE1rZijaxalsM_w7IFiBMVhHIP4Xljfc9VR7LqXHTab0FiDf6A5tskWX2zRHL5bPL-hPNpdE5SKeHr9SiyNnGZI3LXeP8JUc-dJ7l91Il-Cp8azD/s320/187039942_TJjdWEO1_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239182341575890" /></div><div>Santa Fe Chicken in the Crockpot</div><div><br /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKmLZqPYkBNdfsgiJHg7hYyxCfLPqshpIlz1ayfWevV7vqsNdUIiFqgL78USZyUTsGICU1poiMtT78I8mhjlxj-4jnfmc7141pby1EmvDEfZKiCt4ZGwYotRBO4KLQOHLM591ZdJD0avu/s320/225268004_cIbnJIkD_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239177706836466" /></div><div>Crockpot Baked Potato Soup<br /><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxK_xxZCMpVRUvpfKqlivFWh5C7t6AvWNMc4d2KTfIyxpbAkareCzj88imoycEvuVEPHtFhgMb7h8ZWYbZNLQfW6c-aBD_EfYGILEMmW_3beXGn8sPmjSwCbg64Qrre0QCPrPMHC0n4C3/s320/190120560_TyoIUuO6_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239798476850962" /></div><div>Spinach and Chicken Stuffed Shells</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJtY1-CbUNhyXs38BY-eErJfvM6ZTV_HR0vin1SmYVt3fh4PffHdh-n7NVgvhPRPK0Z5Q-Q9JcWCs_xKp2xqBUoSxmKGMyKYIr893pHZ-PGgvoN2Fv4u0BWIS-9A0z2td_27GKYGvEWli/s320/222106653_leY82Dpm_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239184174633778" /></div><div>Crockpot Fudge Cake (notice I like the Crockpot?! who doesn't?)</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">*Gettin my craft on....</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtdCwJQSvp3HP4gg16eVp9_tUViv9iNVN_nbvtgrhkZPa1qeoPryhMzPNaCNrzT4aqwj6UJUgSvtoOO15_je0RxMx0tgKB8vx3tz7R6urgHFN3eZcj2pvd7orWIB9CAkfS5SjW-ann7Ul/s320/191597632_rjVPKbd6_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239803008167970" /></div><div>Burlap wreath (fun Girls Night In!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF0jrSao39GlhMQAuXahIb2DayOVZwvh72dB9yNR724N_nPxlQ-IUpKGRnU223me3HDcnJaI-mHrBLRTilpFG2c53OY2tiaO4yWgt1mq95GquG1P-ySyMvnH6Nm-Vvz7GyF3mkrib-YC1/s320/216312772_LT33Hw2Z_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239801698330834" /></div><div>flowers/headbands for my girls </div><div>(this will save me some moola, because we all know-I LOVE BOWS)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>....and I found this little Avett Brothers diddy on Etsy, </div><div>soon to hang in our home ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmLuunM1dl9LaKc0FGKPx_YLaA62-XrMnT-bvtfia5roVO9R_XTDFyhQF-Jp_KxQ7GlMyWKQ0aKnLTly68GHBc_OSA6yawNFjxD0OVp34DWEh9yrCMg7l5i-GpMPr9ZurX8z5qVT8NOUw/s320/180833806_3yJkNNze_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657239808150022226" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Did I mention I love Pinterest?!</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MWdZDBmOTsZ3qSzQmqiZSvj2NxltYQ-4Qyi0EY3F4UN893dPrB6L5Uwtc68iD5A6HsKKT63zSM0jyMqOUJn5f6KnXjS3U193htUHmCsvemBu_iNHsDawHm5dlEwufVoQqB7NNcgJk6FK/s320/176471898_YhZ76SHv_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657246415848128146" /></div><div><br /></div><div>I promise it's not that bad! </div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Won't you join me? </span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://pinterest.com/momstheword/">check out my boards.</a> </span></b></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mrs.Sandershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16568301941290234207noreply@blogger.com1