<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393</id><updated>2011-11-22T22:26:00.744-08:00</updated><category term='SuperBowl Sunday Blues'/><category term='Christmas Pictures 2007'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='pumpkins'/><title type='text'>Pink Polka-Dotted Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>The life and times of the Cox family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4445543255436880197</id><published>2009-11-12T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:54:39.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/sajro/Rain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa32/sajro/Rain.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are taking it easy.  I love days like this, although I do wish it were snow instead of rain and wind.  We have a Nor'easter coming through Hampton Roads and everything is closed down.  These days, although rare, are wonderful because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can stay in your jammies all day and no one notices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's a great day to drink lots of warm coffee and have some yummy soup for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Parking yourself in front of the TV to catch up on shows and watch movies is recommended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's a good time to be creative.  We are planning on making Grace a sock puppet today. I also hope to scrapbook sometime today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You can watch the storm outside from the warmth inside your home- on your TV set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  School is closed!  I'm hoping I won't have to go in tomorrow too.  Yes, teachers are just like the kids in hoping school is closed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to have a day when I can stay home all day and get some things done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4445543255436880197?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4445543255436880197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4445543255436880197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4445543255436880197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4445543255436880197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-in.html' title='Shut In!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-587966319722672576</id><published>2009-11-12T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:20:54.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is 9 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Grace had her 9 month appointment yesterday, two weeks late because I couldn't keep the first appointment I made her.  Nevertheless, we braved the wind and rain to head to the doctor.  My little doodlebug weighs 19 pounds, 1 ounce, her height is 27 3/4" and her head measures 17 1/4".  In other words, she is perfectly average for her age!  Now the only thing I have to worry about is whether or not I should give her the H1N1 shot.  I went into the office yesterday convinced I didn't want her to have the shot, but then Dr. Goodwin and I discussed it and I'm not sure.  Definitely have to put it to prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are a few firsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SvwzKTHLHeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W1GUyQF_kjU/s1600-h/DSCN0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SvwzKTHLHeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W1GUyQF_kjU/s200/DSCN0892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403249904959823330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crawling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SvwzuDSe9OI/AAAAAAAAAUs/17JimVO3Ry4/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SvwzuDSe9OI/AAAAAAAAAUs/17JimVO3Ry4/s200/DSCN0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403250519187584226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Holding Her Own Bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/Svw0Kd-hmdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tHLwe8VWO8M/s1600-h/DSCN0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/Svw0Kd-hmdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tHLwe8VWO8M/s200/DSCN0919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403251007387965906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First Sippy Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/Svw0viE-mZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9qWSLGl1HAo/s1600-h/DSCN1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/Svw0viE-mZI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9qWSLGl1HAo/s200/DSCN1106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403251644143933842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First Halloween&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-587966319722672576?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/587966319722672576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=587966319722672576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/587966319722672576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/587966319722672576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/11/grace-is-9-months-old.html' title='Grace is 9 Months Old!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SvwzKTHLHeI/AAAAAAAAAUk/W1GUyQF_kjU/s72-c/DSCN0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-398736175608075330</id><published>2009-11-04T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:08:00.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I'm putting this out there for all of you who know my dad.  I won't go into a ton of detail because there is too much to even write here. My dad needs the Lord to intervene in his life, and bring healing, restoration and wholeness to many areas.  Bottom line is he is very sick but refuses any type of medical care because in his eyes that would be a lack of faith. I just pray that God will make himself incredibly real to my dad, reveal the truth, expose lies and bring physical and mental healing where needed.  Our family is in great need of your prayers because at this point, only God, though his grace and mercy can intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am resting in this verse: Philippians 4:6-7&lt;br /&gt;"BE ANXIOUS FOR NOTHING, BUT IN EVERYTHING BY PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION WITH THANKSGIVING, LET YOUR REQUESTS BE MADE KNOWN TO GOD; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-398736175608075330?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/398736175608075330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=398736175608075330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/398736175608075330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/398736175608075330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6074968639743073088</id><published>2009-10-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:05:23.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><title type='text'>It's Pumpkin Season</title><content type='html'>My absolute favorite thing about fall: PUMPKINS!  I am crazy about anything pumpkin.  Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dunkin Donuts' Pumpkin Latte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://fortlauderdaleonthecheap.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/latte-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://fortlauderdaleonthecheap.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/latte-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taste tested both Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts and I'm shocked to report that I prefer Dunkin Donuts.  Plus, this week all of their small lattes are only 99 cents.  Can't beat that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Raisin Cookies&lt;/strong&gt; These are my all-time favorite cookies beside chocolate chip and I look forward to making them every fall.  They are WELL worth the effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meals.com/imagesrecipes/134563lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.meals.com/imagesrecipes/134563lrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iced Pumpkin Raisin Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;For the cookies:&lt;br /&gt;2 ¼ cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 ½ tsp. ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup pumpkin puree&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;12 Tbs. (1 ½ sticks) unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup firmly packed dark brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;¾ cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup chopped toasted walnuts (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup raisins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the glaze:&lt;br /&gt;2 oz. cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. unsalted butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cup confectioners’ sugar, sifted&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 ½ tsp. milk, plus more as needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 350° F. Spray a cookie sheet with nonstick cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;To make the cookies, over a sheet of wax paper, sift together the flour, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, cloves and salt. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a small bowl, stir together the pumpkin, egg and vanilla. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the flat beater, beat the butter on medium-low speed until smooth, about 30 seconds. Add the brown and granulated sugars, increase the speed to medium and beat until slightly fluffy, about 1 minute, stopping the mixer occasionally to scrape down the sides of the bowl. Add the pumpkin mixture in two additions, beating well after each addition and stopping the mixer occasionally to scrape down the sides of the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce the speed to low, gradually add the flour mixture and beat until just combined. Using a rubber spatula, fold in the walnuts and raisins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop the dough by rounded tablespoonfuls onto the prepared pan, spacing the cookies about 2 inches apart. Bake until golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Transfer the pan to a wire rack and let the cookies cool on the pan, then transfer them to a wire rack. Repeat with the remaining dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the glaze, in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the flat beater, beat the cream cheese and butter on medium-low speed until combined, about 2 minutes. Add the confectioners’ sugar and beat until smooth, adding more milk as needed. The glaze should be thick but pourable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the rack over a sheet of waxed paper. Using a spoon, drizzle the glaze over the cookies. Let stand at room temperature for 1 hour before serving. Makes 36 cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SupW4rH76QI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6jHY0I596wo/s1600-h/ml1004_1006_glitterpum_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SupW4rH76QI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6jHY0I596wo/s200/ml1004_1006_glitterpum_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398222635005634818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin Decorating&lt;/strong&gt; These shimmery &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=dabf809dc732f010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;vgnextfmt=default"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/a&gt; from Martha Stewart are heavenly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6074968639743073088?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6074968639743073088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6074968639743073088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6074968639743073088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6074968639743073088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-pumpkin-season.html' title='It&apos;s Pumpkin Season'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SupW4rH76QI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6jHY0I596wo/s72-c/ml1004_1006_glitterpum_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-2394661278130630467</id><published>2009-10-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:34:05.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SupAbIFFtlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/P7Dc9PzJzQI/s1600-h/Home1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SupAbIFFtlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/P7Dc9PzJzQI/s200/Home1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398197938126435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose I should blog.  (Not that anyone will even read this!) I really have been wanting to, I just have been having a hard time prioritizing and making time. Sad, but true.  A LOT has happened since my last Easter post.  We have moved to Virginia, I have a new teaching job, and Grace is 9 months old! Sadly, our house in South Carolina is still for sale.  We are starting to think about renting.  But I have serious reservations! Here are my thoughts about renting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. No one takes care of your stuff like you do.&lt;/strong&gt;  Enough said.  We have taken very good care of our house and I would want it "returned" to me in the same condition it is in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  If we hand it over to a Property Managment company, they will control most decisions, including WHO rents.&lt;/strong&gt; This makes me so nervous!  I would want to choose who rents our house.  I would be SO picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What happens when it's not rented?&lt;/strong&gt; Will we be able to deal with two mortgages or our mortgage plus rent here in VA if we decide to rent?  &lt;br /&gt;4. Will it be hard to buy?  It will most likely be harder to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you see, I have more questions than answers.  Sometimes I just think we should keep it on the market.  It's just hard for me to think about not having our own space until spring.  That feels like a loooong way away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I still haven't figured out how to post my pictures WITHIN my post.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-2394661278130630467?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/2394661278130630467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=2394661278130630467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/2394661278130630467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/2394661278130630467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SupAbIFFtlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/P7Dc9PzJzQI/s72-c/Home1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-742178175277400333</id><published>2009-04-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:24:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>Mike and I went home to Virginia last week to show off our sweet little girl.  It was a very busy few days and we went non-stop.  But, we had a wonderful time with family and friends.  My only regret is that we didn't get any pictures of Grace meeting her 93 year old grandmother Dix...Here are a few pictures from our visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySfuCatNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PnbN-lv7-q8/s1600-h/DSCN0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySfuCatNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PnbN-lv7-q8/s200/DSCN0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326793532904223954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySA0XAdYI/AAAAAAAAATw/R57ivNvEJw4/s1600-h/DSCN0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySA0XAdYI/AAAAAAAAATw/R57ivNvEJw4/s200/DSCN0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326793002025252226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySAgLQICI/AAAAAAAAATo/pwLka_Hko7A/s1600-h/DSCN0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySAgLQICI/AAAAAAAAATo/pwLka_Hko7A/s200/DSCN0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326792996607238178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySAYPZd1I/AAAAAAAAATg/GraeckhQ7XA/s1600-h/DSCN0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySAYPZd1I/AAAAAAAAATg/GraeckhQ7XA/s200/DSCN0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326792994477143890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySALe3BbI/AAAAAAAAATY/4_m95Y-8gVs/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySALe3BbI/AAAAAAAAATY/4_m95Y-8gVs/s200/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326792991052334514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeyR__Eu4rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J9XLrftZz6Q/s1600-h/DSCN0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeyR__Eu4rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J9XLrftZz6Q/s200/DSCN0564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326792987721523890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-742178175277400333?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/742178175277400333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=742178175277400333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/742178175277400333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/742178175277400333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SeySfuCatNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/PnbN-lv7-q8/s72-c/DSCN0507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1045642812301064336</id><published>2009-03-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:00:07.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially on Etsy!</title><content type='html'>So I've been thinking and praying about what I am going to do to make a little extra money once I stop working.  I feel like there are tons of things I want to do- but I feel kind of ADD about it.  Where do I start?  So I decided to start by making an Etsy shop.  I LOVE that website and have already spent way too much money there.  I made a ribbon lamp shade for Grace's room and a lot of people who have seen her nursery have commented on the shade.  So, I decided to make a couple and post them on my Etsy account and just see what happens.  I've looked and I haven't found any other ribbon shades similar to the ones I have made, so I am hoping that will help me out.  I also plan on painting too- probably mostly things for nurseries.  The three watercolor birds I did for Grace's room are hanging over her changing table and she is fascinated by them.  She studies them and stares at them, and then she coos and makes all her cute little baby noises.  I love it that she has taken such an interest in them!    Mike doesn't like the trim I used on the pink and black and blue and white ones.  The custom shade is the one I did for Grace's room but I couldn't find that same trim at Hobby Lobby.  So, that said, check out my lamp shades (there's only 3) and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link: http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7071299&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1045642812301064336?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1045642812301064336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1045642812301064336' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1045642812301064336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1045642812301064336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-officially-on-etsy.html' title='I&apos;m officially on Etsy!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4469274228384775201</id><published>2009-03-21T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:22:37.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis Averted?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday Grace and I went to school so she could meet everyone on staff- it was a staff development day, so there were no kids.  The daycare where I registered is on the way (My school is about 50 minutes away, and the daycare is 30 minutes from my house, so I hadn't taken Grace there yet.)  So, I wanted her to meet the two ladies who work in the infant room and make sure I had everything lined up for next Monday.  This place was recommended by a friend as an okay place to take Grace- temporarily.  So I walk in, to see all the babies in their cribs.  There are cribs lining the walls, and in just about each of them was a crying baby.  One of the workers was eating lunch, and the other was doing something else.  They were both standing by the counter, together.  Meanwhile, the room is full of screaming babies.  The one lady I met before now no longer works there and there is a new girl.  The other lady started talking to me.  Meanwhile, the babies are all still crying at once.  Neither of them went to soothe any of them, pick them up, etc.  I was there for about 10-15 minutes.  Another girl who works in the Toddler room came in and picked up the one little girl who wasn't crying!  I keep thinking about this one little girl standing in her crib with tears running down her face.  The crying was so loud, I could hardly hear what the woman was telling me.  Then, she has the nerve to say, "oh, all the babies just woke up from their naps."  Please, children do not all nap at the same time.  Plus, last time I was there, there were only about 5 babies.  There were about 10 yesterday.  10 babies and 2 adults.  The math just doesn't work out.  So I left in a mess and was completely upset.  I do not want to leave Grace somewhere where she will be left to scream her head off.  I understand she will not get the one-on-one attention I would give her all the time, but I certainly expect more interaction than I saw yesterday.  My mommy-instinct was completely kicking in, and I do not have a good feeling about that place.  I mean, this is my child!  She deserves the BEST- and this time is so important as far as her development goes.  She needs interaction, play, reading, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we are, a week away from me going back to school, and there is no one to keep Grace.  One of my friends knows another teacher who has an older lady come to her house to watch her 6 month old(she lives on the street next to my school.) So, she is calling this woman to see if she will be willing to take Grace just until the end of school.  It's either that, or my father-in-law (who is retiring) will have to come live with us for 8 weeks to keep her.  Ugh.  Talk about stress!  I'm just hoping this is an answer to prayer...Hopefully we'll hear something today.  BUT I am glad to have this out BEFORE I dropped her off and left her there all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4469274228384775201?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4469274228384775201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4469274228384775201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4469274228384775201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4469274228384775201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/crisis-averted.html' title='Crisis Averted?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-3969434915862657643</id><published>2009-03-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:17:19.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onthebaseline.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/stockxpertcom_id7203941_size1_300x403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 403px;" src="http://www.onthebaseline.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/stockxpertcom_id7203941_size1_300x403.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little early for Christmas, but since I missed last year by only a month, I figure I need to get a head start on this year's list.  Plus, I plan on celebrating Christmas in July and the first item on my list coincides perfectly with that!  The other day, mommy and I were in a really cute children's boutique looking for my Easter dress.  We found the cutest polka-dot dress!  It is off-white with blue, pink and green polka-dots.  I love it!  It will be perfect for church.  I will definitely need it in a size 3-6 months.  They didn't have my size in the store, but mommy found it online at this website:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shopthatstore.com/le-za-me-dot-bishop.html.  &lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please bring me this dress BEFORE July! You know where to find me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-3969434915862657643?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/3969434915862657643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=3969434915862657643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3969434915862657643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3969434915862657643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8362936350468660089</id><published>2009-03-16T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:42:44.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breastfeeding 911!</title><content type='html'>So if you feel like this is TMI, please continue no further.  I am in desperate need of some help, and I'm hoping someone has some suggestions for me.  Since Grace was 2 weeks old, I have had a terrible case of yeast in my breast.  I can't feed her on the one side- it feels like a stabbing knife pain in my nipple while she's feeding,and it just gets worse the more I feed her.  Then, once she's done, it burns like all get out off and on until the next feeding.  I have no outward symptoms, and her pediatrician didn't see signs of thrush.  She has been treated with Nystatin, which did nothing.  I have been on Diflucan for over a month (200 mg- the highest dose my Ob would give me).  I've tried applying heat, and an all-purpose cream my OB prescribed.  I even resorted to applying Gentian Violet for a week- which was terribly messy and made her mouth purple. Nothing has given me any relief!  At this point, I don't want to give up.  I have been pumping the one side and it feels better, but I worry she's not getting enough.  My OB said there's nothing more she can do.  Anybody have any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8362936350468660089?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8362936350468660089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8362936350468660089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8362936350468660089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8362936350468660089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/breastfeeding-911.html' title='Breastfeeding 911!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1824282479472594778</id><published>2009-03-16T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:29:59.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/BNlXqUDqnwXDffekH8lzsSxmGYm*Za*MjIq-E4uzAvNDCzZKBOCSfcsicFKHd3FATXpg*Mc8A7DXC1QXP2rVCzkok8V7HPrX/starbucks_cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 337px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/BNlXqUDqnwXDffekH8lzsSxmGYm*Za*MjIq-E4uzAvNDCzZKBOCSfcsicFKHd3FATXpg*Mc8A7DXC1QXP2rVCzkok8V7HPrX/starbucks_cup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Mike had to make a run to the office and he invited Grace and I along for a stop off at one of my favorite places, Starbucks. I love me some White Chocolate Mocha!  Well, being that I am breastfeeding and that it was 8:00 at night, I ordered a Grande DECAF WCM and Mike ordered his standard passionfruit iced tea lemonade, since he doesn't like coffee.  Driving home, I said to him, "Imagine if I hadn't gotten decaf- that's a whole lotta caffeine!" I looked at the side of my drink where "decaf" should have been checked, but it wasn't.  Mike looked at his and his was.  I was so disappointed!  I ended up drinking his tea, which was good, but just not what I wanted.  Boo for Starbucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1824282479472594778?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1824282479472594778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1824282479472594778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1824282479472594778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1824282479472594778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/bummer.html' title='Bummer!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6511605593498804261</id><published>2009-03-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:43:22.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MUST Have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbW02qNAtDI/AAAAAAAAASI/tcWxcqtOLNs/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbW02qNAtDI/AAAAAAAAASI/tcWxcqtOLNs/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311350186688164914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbW02G_PHkI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZSsxLRi9QHw/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbW02G_PHkI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZSsxLRi9QHw/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311350177235148354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecleanbedroom.com/images/products/SwaddleMe_logo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 119px;" src="http://www.thecleanbedroom.com/images/products/SwaddleMe_logo.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swaddling is one of the best thing for babies, especially at night.  It provides them with the feeling of comfort and security they had while in the womb.  It is also one of the "5 S's" that Harvey Karp discusses in his book, T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he Happiest Baby on the Block&lt;/span&gt; and according to Karp, is one of the steps parents can take to soothe their baby.  I have many receiving blankets that I began to use for swaddling when we brought Grace home from the hospital.  I quickly discovered she could wriggle one or both arms out of the swaddle at some point in the middle of the night.  She cannot stand to have both arms constricted.  I was given the Swaddle Me by Kiddapotamus, which is practically foolproof: she can't get her arms out at all!  It is basically shaped like a "T".  First, her legs go in a pouch (at the bottom of the T), then the left side of the T  comes across her body and tucks underneath her.  Finally, the right part of the T folds across and VELCROS- holding it securely in place.  No more arms flailing out or swaddle coming undone!  Once we used the Swaddle Me, we never went back to receiving blankets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Grace is sleeping in the cradle my Uncle Bud made especially for her- it is beautiful, and she loves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6511605593498804261?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6511605593498804261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6511605593498804261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6511605593498804261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6511605593498804261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-have.html' title='A MUST Have!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbW02qNAtDI/AAAAAAAAASI/tcWxcqtOLNs/s72-c/Grace+Elizabeth+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4317953940694822137</id><published>2009-03-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:52:45.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Old!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few pictures from the last week...it's so hard to believe she will be 6 weeks on Wednesday. The last picture makes me laugh because she sleeps like this often- with one or both of her arms in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOZHN3vdI/AAAAAAAAARU/_MZ9ZZnPbc8/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOZHN3vdI/AAAAAAAAARU/_MZ9ZZnPbc8/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307897638469074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOYrWV29I/AAAAAAAAARM/SA_JC1ry1J0/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOYrWV29I/AAAAAAAAARM/SA_JC1ry1J0/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307890157804498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOYeBA1PI/AAAAAAAAARE/m6UyFduEkq8/s1600-h/DSCN0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOYeBA1PI/AAAAAAAAARE/m6UyFduEkq8/s200/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307886578685170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOXudyxtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E4iGvNZDWEE/s1600-h/DSCN0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOXudyxtI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/E4iGvNZDWEE/s200/DSCN0395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307873814496978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4317953940694822137?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4317953940694822137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4317953940694822137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4317953940694822137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4317953940694822137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-months-old.html' title='Two Months Old!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWOZHN3vdI/AAAAAAAAARU/_MZ9ZZnPbc8/s72-c/Grace+Elizabeth+109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-3944616704889594661</id><published>2009-03-07T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:40:06.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Mommy Brain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tyloon.com/pic/content/top/b2/9e/ed/1731-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.tyloon.com/pic/content/top/b2/9e/ed/1731-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on her blog, Thinking Out Loud, Leah recently posted about the dreaded "Pregnancy Brain."  Well, unfortunately it just gets worse.  I have officially moved from having "Pregnancy Brain" to ...wait for it..."Mommy Brain!"  Ugh.  On our first outing to the mall, Grace and I had one mission: to get dad some new dress shirts for work.  Well, Belk was having a fabulous sale, so I found him some great Nautica dress shirts on sale and spotted Ralph Lauren dress pants also on sale.  Well, of course I couldn't pass them up- in a color he doesn't already have (size 34).  I get them home and they were a little tight- they must run a little snug, so of course I said I would take them back- another excuse to get out of the house!  So I get to Belk the next day and the helpful salesman asks what size I want to exchange them for.  I get a size 38 and take them home.  The next morning, Mike goes to wear them.  I was still asleep so he whispers in my ear, "You know you got a size 38, not 36 in these pants."  I mumbled something- after all I was still half asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does he do?  WEARS them!  Now I can't take them back- and they are CLEARLY too big.  So I feel like we've wasted money, but is he worried about it? No.  He is wearing them anyway (and by the way, they look silly!).  I really have no idea what I was thinking when I asked for a 38 instead of 36. Welcome, "Mommy Brain!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-3944616704889594661?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/3944616704889594661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=3944616704889594661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3944616704889594661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3944616704889594661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-mommy-brain.html' title='Hello, Mommy Brain!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1952790944070946792</id><published>2009-03-02T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:29:44.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Vote Counts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOqL_PwNKkU/SWqJ5KIrWuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zUTSb6cdYWY/s400/American+Idol+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOqL_PwNKkU/SWqJ5KIrWuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zUTSb6cdYWY/s400/American+Idol+Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whv6GwwHeeA/SZUTSWLRfaI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y3qPv-Ug2nE/s320/felicia-barton1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whv6GwwHeeA/SZUTSWLRfaI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y3qPv-Ug2nE/s320/felicia-barton1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Felicia!  Who is she?  She married into the Barton family, who are longtime family friends.  She and her husband, Loren are an integral part of the worship team at Freedom Fellowship in Virginia Beach.  They produced an awesome CD, "You are Near" and Felicia has been singing for all of her life.  She made it through to Hollywood, but was sent home before advancing to the top 36.  The day after that show aired, American Idol announced that contestant Joanna Pacitti was disqualified and Felicia Barton was to take her place! This is a great opportunity for her to share God's love and her awesome talent!  She sings tomorrow night- so please VOTE, VOTE, VOTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1952790944070946792?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1952790944070946792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1952790944070946792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1952790944070946792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1952790944070946792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-vote-counts.html' title='Your Vote Counts!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rOqL_PwNKkU/SWqJ5KIrWuI/AAAAAAAAAbU/zUTSb6cdYWY/s72-c/American+Idol+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-5198677976426421495</id><published>2009-02-24T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:57:42.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaReOCmm9SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/T80nf4NkhZ4/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaReOCmm9SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/T80nf4NkhZ4/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469856259274018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwh5BlII/AAAAAAAAAQs/U89iyBGIDNs/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwh5BlII/AAAAAAAAAQs/U89iyBGIDNs/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469349261939842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwpJcjkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o7fcCxBIq_k/s1600-h/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwpJcjkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o7fcCxBIq_k/s200/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469351209864770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwQuwQUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gaNzNfNgsH8/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwQuwQUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gaNzNfNgsH8/s200/DSCN0348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469344655458626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwA6_8cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1YTGo6xQ4P4/s1600-h/DSCN0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRdwA6_8cI/AAAAAAAAAQU/1YTGo6xQ4P4/s200/DSCN0341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306469340411851202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Grace was born, I bought her a cute Valentine's Day outfit from Target.  Several weeks later, she was given the same outfit by some family friends.  Then, Auntie Leesa sent her the same outfit along with matching bibs (which I didn't have) so we ended up with three of them!  Here she is proudly wearing one of them.  I guess great minds think alike! And I love the last picture- in true Grace fashion- she has her fist up by her cheek.  She is a trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-5198677976426421495?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/5198677976426421495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=5198677976426421495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/5198677976426421495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/5198677976426421495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaReOCmm9SI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/T80nf4NkhZ4/s72-c/Grace+Elizabeth+87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8933004685806794415</id><published>2009-02-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:38:12.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace's First Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRandpGEXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MhJw-HGB-WQ/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRandpGEXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MhJw-HGB-WQ/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+73.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465894967677298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRanagfIBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NJ_37Hn6ieI/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRanagfIBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/NJ_37Hn6ieI/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465894126264338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRanCS911I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vJF1_SjiPB8/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRanCS911I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vJF1_SjiPB8/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465887627106130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRamwxs-xI/AAAAAAAAAP0/siFH1jQarH4/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRamwxs-xI/AAAAAAAAAP0/siFH1jQarH4/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465882924186386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace most definitely hates getting a bath.  Although she loves having her head rinsed off under the faucet- go figure!  One thing I can't figure out- how is she supposed to get clean when she pees in the tub? Gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8933004685806794415?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8933004685806794415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8933004685806794415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8933004685806794415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8933004685806794415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/02/graces-first-bath.html' title='Grace&apos;s First Bath'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRandpGEXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MhJw-HGB-WQ/s72-c/Grace+Elizabeth+73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6432392009736165426</id><published>2009-02-24T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:26:57.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...Grace's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWYV0CO7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-UbvH4d0rIo/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWYV0CO7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-UbvH4d0rIo/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461237121530802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWX_-sjaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lDGRPiWRqXI/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWX_-sjaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lDGRPiWRqXI/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461231260667298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWXYrjZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/dh3EDJWPNrQ/s1600-h/Grace+Elizabeth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWXYrjZ2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/dh3EDJWPNrQ/s200/Grace+Elizabeth+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306461220711393122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On- Tuesday, January 27th, my mother-in-law arrived from Virginia.  I had been walking the mall, drinking tea, eating spicy food- you name it-all in hopes that I would go into labor on my own.  When she arrived, she told me she had to have a "talk" with Grace- and she told my belly that she had arrived, and that Grace could come now anytime.  About an hour later, I was making dinner and I began to have menstrual like cramps, and continued to have them.  At about 8:00 I could tell they were definitely contractions,and we began timing them.  They were pretty close together but I could breathe and talk through them.  Between 11:00 and 12:00, they got more severe and I started to feel extreme  pressure.  At 12:30 my contractions felt (to me) really strong and were 4-5 minutes apart, lasting between 50-60 seconds.  At that point, I actually thought I was almost fully dilated and wondered if I'd make it to the hospital in time.  Mike grabbed our bag and we headed to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was only 1.5 cm dilated!  I was shocked.  They decided to admit me and monitor my contractions through the night.  They gave me something to help ease the pain and help me sleep.  I really don't remember much- everything seems like a blur from here.  On Wednesday, I was making some slow progress- the contractions were terrible!  I was trying really hard to not have an epidural- but I was not prepared for the pain! The contractions would get ahead of me- and I was struggling to breathe through them.  Those relaxation techniques I had practiced went right out the window!  By early afternoon, I had only dilated to 6 cm...and wasn't making much progress.  My doctor wanted to give me pitocin to speed up the contractions and I knew this would make them much stronger.  I decided to take the epidural she offered.  With the pitocin, I labored for a little longer and only made it to 6.5 cm.  At this point, nurses kept coming in and monitoring the screens and giving me oxygen but no one would tell me what was going on.  My doctor finally came in and told me the baby was in distress and my cervix was swollen and not dilating.  She said she wanted to do a c section- by that point, I was so tired I didn't even think I had the energy to push- I quickly agreed to the c-section.  Things went really fast from there, I was prepped, Mike was gowned and I was wheeled to the freezing OR.  I'll never forget hearing her cry for the first time- like music to my ears!&lt;br /&gt;Grace Elizabeth Cox was born on January 28, 2009 at 3:42 in the afternoon weighing 6 pounds 15 ounces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6432392009736165426?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6432392009736165426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6432392009736165426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6432392009736165426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6432392009736165426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/02/finallygraces-birth-story.html' title='Finally...Grace&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SaRWYV0CO7I/AAAAAAAAAPs/-UbvH4d0rIo/s72-c/Grace+Elizabeth+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8162695887973824509</id><published>2009-01-05T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:09:23.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting it all together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLLABJ3YNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yvr7v1KGjow/s1600-h/DSCN0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLLABJ3YNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yvr7v1KGjow/s200/DSCN0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012113656635602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK_rfP6pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Chbu3s6Pk00/s1600-h/DSCN0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK_rfP6pI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Chbu3s6Pk00/s200/DSCN0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012107840744082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK_RZ557I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_pC1GCRpt1k/s1600-h/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK_RZ557I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_pC1GCRpt1k/s200/DSCN0212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012100839008178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK-Rz9cOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rNNQyjvIxiU/s1600-h/DSCN0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK-Rz9cOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/rNNQyjvIxiU/s200/DSCN0210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012083768422626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK-bv3gvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MDw_ns6G-cY/s1600-h/DSCN0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLK-bv3gvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MDw_ns6G-cY/s200/DSCN0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012086435611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of Mike and Reuben putting together the swing and stroller and car seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8162695887973824509?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8162695887973824509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8162695887973824509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8162695887973824509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8162695887973824509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/01/putting-it-all-together.html' title='Putting it all together'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLLABJ3YNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yvr7v1KGjow/s72-c/DSCN0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-2660318783334367278</id><published>2009-01-05T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:59:00.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI6cGdzuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XQHoz2XRZT8/s1600-h/DSCN0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI6cGdzuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XQHoz2XRZT8/s200/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009818787663586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI5wB2RWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/X-LMH3fVyx0/s1600-h/DSCN0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI5wB2RWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/X-LMH3fVyx0/s200/DSCN0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009806957135202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI5MiWCkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/62FRy_POM6g/s1600-h/DSCN0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI5MiWCkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/62FRy_POM6g/s200/DSCN0238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009797429758530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI4wZ-AvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wG4aj93Kx1A/s1600-h/DSCN0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI4wZ-AvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wG4aj93Kx1A/s200/DSCN0237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288009789878436594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything going on with preparing for Grace's arrival, Christmas completely snuck up on me.  As of my last day of school, I had not touched a single Christmas decoration or purchased the first gift.  So, needless to say, in between Babies R Us runs for nursery stuff, I was running around like a crazy person trying to get gifts for everyone. Mike's mom and dad came and stayed for two weeks, helping around the house and helping check things off my never-ending "TO DO" list.  Reuben came and stayed for about a week.  I enjoyed hosting Christmas dinner, although I was worn out when it was all said and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-2660318783334367278?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/2660318783334367278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=2660318783334367278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/2660318783334367278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/2660318783334367278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLI6cGdzuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/XQHoz2XRZT8/s72-c/DSCN0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-5615440446053633107</id><published>2009-01-05T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:12:09.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving  (a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLL_1FSW2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/BqeIIk6Mj5g/s1600-h/DSCN0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLL_1FSW2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/BqeIIk6Mj5g/s200/DSCN0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288013209927834466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLGqfs0y4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/RubuRRaCF_o/s1600-h/DSCN0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLGqfs0y4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/RubuRRaCF_o/s200/DSCN0205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288007345852697474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLGqI3W-NI/AAAAAAAAANs/1jjpnHxCj4Y/s1600-h/DSCN0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLGqI3W-NI/AAAAAAAAANs/1jjpnHxCj4Y/s200/DSCN0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288007339722864850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These first few pictures are from when we went home for Thanksgiving.  It was strange to think that that would be the last time we would travel to Virginia- just the two of us.  The next time we go, we will be a family of three!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-5615440446053633107?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/5615440446053633107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=5615440446053633107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/5615440446053633107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/5615440446053633107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksgiving-little-late-and-christmas.html' title='Thanksgiving  (a little late)'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLL_1FSW2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/BqeIIk6Mj5g/s72-c/DSCN0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-3621050680141081436</id><published>2009-01-05T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:42:33.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFCgzvWFI/AAAAAAAAANk/KF3BOCz6R8A/s1600-h/DSCN0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFCgzvWFI/AAAAAAAAANk/KF3BOCz6R8A/s200/DSCN0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005559443740754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFB1ytTMI/AAAAAAAAANc/zZm3-LzN6x0/s1600-h/DSCN0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFB1ytTMI/AAAAAAAAANc/zZm3-LzN6x0/s200/DSCN0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005547896687810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFBmT4SDI/AAAAAAAAANU/pRA2pl7olag/s1600-h/DSCN0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFBmT4SDI/AAAAAAAAANU/pRA2pl7olag/s200/DSCN0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005543740852274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFBesQLTI/AAAAAAAAANM/rAot_mnS0k4/s1600-h/DSCN0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFBesQLTI/AAAAAAAAANM/rAot_mnS0k4/s200/DSCN0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288005541695597874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started working on the Nursery the first weekend in December and it is now almost done.  I'm just waiting on the curtains and a skinny bookcase that my dad is making.  Here are a few pictures of the progress.  Reuben came and helped us put up bead board and chair railing and Mike and his dad painted the walls.  It was so great to have the help! I'm going to keep you in suspense for the final picture until the room is complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-3621050680141081436?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/3621050680141081436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=3621050680141081436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3621050680141081436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3621050680141081436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/01/nursery.html' title='The Nursery'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SWLFCgzvWFI/AAAAAAAAANk/KF3BOCz6R8A/s72-c/DSCN0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8727686991217124899</id><published>2009-01-05T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:19:58.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm...</title><content type='html'>I was trying to update my blog with a new layout, and I love the background I've chosen.  I'm a bit confused.  When I log into my blog on our desktop I see the bird image I had on my old layout (at the top under the title).  When I log in through my laptop, there's no bird, just a bunch of green.  So do you see the bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, I don't know how to get the bird to go away.  I tried and tried last night with no success.  Now I'm thinking it might be easier to just leave it.  So my question is this: Is my blog too "busy" with the stripes AND the bird?  I just can't decide.  Also, how in the world do I remove the bird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8727686991217124899?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8727686991217124899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8727686991217124899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8727686991217124899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8727686991217124899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8205152330209086401</id><published>2008-10-29T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:22:29.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQkAsM9PlpI/AAAAAAAAANE/faSCWILIR_g/s1600-h/27+weeks.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQkAsM9PlpI/AAAAAAAAANE/faSCWILIR_g/s200/27+weeks.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262738398951478930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at 27 weeks- I hesitate posting this, because as I examine this picture, I feel like I definitely have gained weight in my face, too!  Ugh.  Let me also say that it is never smart to tell a pregnant woman that she is getting "big", especially if you're a man.  Also, never preface this sentence with, "I hope you don't mind me telling you this..."  That does NOT make it better.  In fact, all this does is make the pregnant woman mad! I'm sure this person meant no harm, but PLEASE!  Keep your comments to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Disclaimer:  Mike requested that I make it clear that he was not the one who insulted me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8205152330209086401?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8205152330209086401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8205152330209086401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8205152330209086401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8205152330209086401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/10/27-weeks.html' title='27 weeks'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQkAsM9PlpI/AAAAAAAAANE/faSCWILIR_g/s72-c/27+weeks.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8400108969147340236</id><published>2008-10-27T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:40:37.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little love bug's first pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ1dmiraI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BsBiwMSCKBY/s1600-h/COX_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ1dmiraI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BsBiwMSCKBY/s200/COX_8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261982094038576546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ1BErnTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NuMiAP9Y9sE/s1600-h/COX_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ1BErnTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NuMiAP9Y9sE/s200/COX_17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261982086380363058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ0XfZcVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f4D1SB3CPrc/s1600-h/COX_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ0XfZcVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f4D1SB3CPrc/s200/COX_12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261982075218129234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQzqpWHOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TFkV52qKZOg/s1600-h/COX_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQzqpWHOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TFkV52qKZOg/s200/COX_5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261982063180258530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in 4D!  I was so excited today, I could hardly stand it!  For most of the ultrasound, she kept her little hand in front of her eye...but oh well!  After much poking and prodding, she never moved but they did get a couple with her hand away from her face.  I love the first one- she's smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8400108969147340236?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8400108969147340236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8400108969147340236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8400108969147340236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8400108969147340236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-love-bugs-first-pictures.html' title='The little love bug&apos;s first pictures'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SQZQ1dmiraI/AAAAAAAAAM8/BsBiwMSCKBY/s72-c/COX_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6392593396838504950</id><published>2008-10-11T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T17:38:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Sara (Life is a Gift, Let's Unwrap It)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven of my Favorite Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clothes Shop:&lt;br /&gt; Pretty much all of my favorite stores are located outside of good 'ol Florence, SC, so I have to wait to shop until we go home to VA or order online.  I   must say I will always be loyal to the GAP, always have, always will be.  But I love Ann Taylor Loft (and I am super excited because both of these stores carry maternity clothes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Furniture Shop:&lt;br /&gt;We've recently bought several items from Haverty's because it is here in Florence.  I have my eye on a bedroom sleigh set (actually the same one Sara and Nate just bought for their new house)&lt;br /&gt;There is a cute little shop called The Red Brick House which is a few minutes from our house- they have great painted furniture, art, and unique pieces.  In fact, it was the last place mom and I went shopping here in Florence when she visited.  I can't go in there without thinking of her.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet:&lt;br /&gt;Anything sweet will do, especially chocolate.  I also find myself craving cake with this pregnancy (strange!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. City: &lt;br /&gt;New York City!  You can't beat the energy, excitement, lights, people and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Drink:&lt;br /&gt;White Chocolate Mocha (decaf these days) from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Music:&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews Band is my all-time favorite.  I also like Justin Timberlake, Jeremy Camp, Hillsong, the list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TV series:&lt;br /&gt;I am embarassed to admit I don't have a favorite.  (I go to bed at 9:30 so most shows I would watch are on at that time) Really, if the TV is on in our house I am watching CNN headline news or Nancy Grace (love her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Film:&lt;br /&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Workout:&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.  I don't like to work out.  I do like to walk and I have some dance DVDs I use every now and then, but I'm not as dedicated as I should be.  We are actually canceling our gym membership to save some money (since we haven't been in quite awhile). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pastries:&lt;br /&gt;I don't do pastries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Coffee:&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks (White Mocha) or homebrewed Breakfast Blend with Pumpkin Spice creamer (which I can't find in any grocery stores in Florence this season to save my life! I am so upset- it is my favorite creamer ever and I look forward to it every fall!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna tag Robyn (Naptime is the New Happy Hour) and Cassie (The Oakes).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6392593396838504950?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6392593396838504950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6392593396838504950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6392593396838504950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6392593396838504950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8299509730586718547</id><published>2008-09-29T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:58:18.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>So I've been watching some VH1 New Kids on the Block Behind the Music along with a live concert last night (please don't laugh!).   I must say I LOVE their music.  They even sang You Got It (The Right Stuff)  last night at the concert.  It really took me back.  I think I'm gonna go get their new CD or (hint, hint, Mike!) it would make a great gift!  Now if only Justin Timberlake would put out a new album....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8299509730586718547?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8299509730586718547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8299509730586718547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8299509730586718547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8299509730586718547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/09/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6969547141375551951</id><published>2008-09-28T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:37:38.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must Read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://theshackbook.com/aimages/shackshrtbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://theshackbook.com/aimages/shackshrtbanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished reading this book, which a friend let us borrow.  It is a must read that will change your life.  Sometimes when tragedy comes into our lives, we ask God why- and of course, we're not meant to understand completely.  I have experienced this firsthand, and have cried out to the Lord so many times with this same question.  This book combines tragedy with elements that allow us to understand God more deeply.  It also reminds us of God's love for us. You will cry, laugh, worry and experience a renewed love for God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6969547141375551951?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6969547141375551951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6969547141375551951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6969547141375551951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6969547141375551951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-read.html' title='A Must Read!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7899581698333017747</id><published>2008-09-28T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:13:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_zJjRl4bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kLNyIJgXiEs/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_zJjRl4bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kLNyIJgXiEs/s200/A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251183035950686642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_wbh1A3BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pag73dB54H8/s1600-h/I000057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_wbh1A3BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Pag73dB54H8/s200/I000057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251180046265146386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_wbsMJjfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZxNqdqih88I/s1600-h/I003578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_wbsMJjfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZxNqdqih88I/s200/I003578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251180049046539762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_wb1_h5RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PquXlcriIbs/s1600-h/polkadotsladywhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_wb1_h5RI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PquXlcriIbs/s200/polkadotsladywhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251180051677963538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forevercocoon.com/Products/3000Series/Default.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.forevercocoon.com/Products/3000Series/Default.htm" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back to the blogging world after a short hiatus.  We've been pretty busy and my laptop was in the shop for a little bit.  We are slowly working on the nursery.  Everything has been cleaned out and it is basically a blank canvas!  The crib is on it's way (thanks, mom and dad Cox!)  and we purchased a changing table/dresser that has already arrived.  The crib is just like the picture, only white. I've picked out some fabrics and have decided to have someone sew the bedding for me. I've also added a solid pink in the mix- it will all make sense when it's all done.  AND the fabrics are much prettier in person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been feeling her move, and found out from my last appointment that I have an anterior placenta, which means that the placenta is in the front and that's why I can't feel her move yet.  The doctor said that it should move to it's correct position in the next few weeks and then I will be able to feel more- which is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling great- and trying not to overdo it at school.  I am teaching after school two days a week for now. Mike's mom and dad are coming this weekend, which we are excited for.  There are several shopping events that weekend- a Christmas show and a children's clothing sale- so I'm looking forward to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7899581698333017747?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7899581698333017747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7899581698333017747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7899581698333017747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7899581698333017747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/09/nursery.html' title='The nursery'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SN_zJjRl4bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/kLNyIJgXiEs/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4274510084671484851</id><published>2008-08-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:32:04.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e444d334e7a45774e413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play It's a...." src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e444d334e7a45774e413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4274510084671484851?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4274510084671484851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4274510084671484851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4274510084671484851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4274510084671484851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/08/its.html' title='It&apos;s a...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1889408000577741701</id><published>2008-08-13T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:03:41.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend of mine took this quiz and posted it on her blog.  Some of the questions are really hilarious and made us laugh out loud.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="300px" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px #000000 solid; color: #000000;background-color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/wife.jpg" width="72"height="72"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;29&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a 1930s wife, I am&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Poor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/"&gt;Take the test!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1889408000577741701?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1889408000577741701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1889408000577741701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1889408000577741701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1889408000577741701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/08/friend-of-mine-took-this-quiz-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4597160692073898220</id><published>2008-08-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:40:17.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SKOMqX7Wq1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uwUfRcBdfb8/s1600-h/BlackWhitePink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SKOMqX7Wq1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uwUfRcBdfb8/s200/BlackWhitePink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234181851540007762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SKOMqRnpCcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fyeyq_WcaJI/s1600-h/BlackWhiteBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SKOMqRnpCcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Fyeyq_WcaJI/s200/BlackWhiteBlue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234181849846712770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said I wasn't going to bore you with belly shots every week, but I HAD to this week because Mike worked his magic with Photoshop- he's so creative!  Here were the results, using both pink and blue since it's still a mystery.  The BIG ultrasound is only one week away- everyone keeps telling me it's a boy, but we will see!  I also feel like I have finally popped and am now definitely showing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4597160692073898220?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4597160692073898220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4597160692073898220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4597160692073898220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4597160692073898220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/08/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SKOMqX7Wq1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uwUfRcBdfb8/s72-c/BlackWhitePink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4743546946645422429</id><published>2008-08-05T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T14:35:17.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SJjHjxiN_YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q4WMNstd8R8/s1600-h/15+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SJjHjxiN_YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q4WMNstd8R8/s200/15+Weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231150384597040514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4743546946645422429?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4743546946645422429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4743546946645422429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4743546946645422429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4743546946645422429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-weeks.html' title='15 Weeks'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SJjHjxiN_YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q4WMNstd8R8/s72-c/15+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1131699016891151667</id><published>2008-07-23T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:34:10.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you ever have too many?</title><content type='html'>I recently cleaned out my closet to make some room, and to also clean out those items which either don't fit or I don't wear anymore.  I was standing in the closet today, and it dawned on me that almost the entire bottom shelf was jeans!  (This was after I had given away several pairs to goodwill!)  I counted, and I have 14 pairs of jeans.  Is this normal? It feels a little ridiculous....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1131699016891151667?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1131699016891151667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1131699016891151667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1131699016891151667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1131699016891151667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-you-ever-have-too-many.html' title='Can you ever have too many?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8757169085464065076</id><published>2008-07-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:00:32.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SIaepyPtIOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lLl_WzVhfs4/s1600-h/13_weeks_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SIaepyPtIOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lLl_WzVhfs4/s200/13_weeks_II.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226038858309509346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially can't fit into some of my pants.  I have two pair that I can still button, but I have some maternity pants that are much more comfortable!  I won't bore you all with pictures every week, but from now on we will be taking a pic a week.  I am a member of babycenter.com and my fellow mamas-to-be are posting some fun belly photos, so I decided to join in.  It will be exciting to see the progress as the belly gets bigger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8757169085464065076?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8757169085464065076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8757169085464065076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8757169085464065076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8757169085464065076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/belly-pic.html' title='Belly Pic!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SIaepyPtIOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lLl_WzVhfs4/s72-c/13_weeks_II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-620988480324948068</id><published>2008-07-22T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:37:12.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know your neighbors?</title><content type='html'>Mike will tell you I am very nosy.  I like to think I'm not nosy, just curious.  So I was playing on the internet today and found this awesome website where you can type in your address and with the help of Google Maps, it pulls up all the people in your neighborhood who have criminal records.  It gives you their name, address, age and offense.  It's shocking how many people have criminal records, and how close they live to you!  You might be shocked too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.criminalsearches.com/neighborhood/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-620988480324948068?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/620988480324948068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=620988480324948068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/620988480324948068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/620988480324948068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/criminal-searches.html' title='Do you know your neighbors?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-5618733345648900202</id><published>2008-07-19T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:11:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SIItLWL-hWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IIRGUVHEJd4/s1600-h/dyson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SIItLWL-hWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IIRGUVHEJd4/s200/dyson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224788190660822370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we made a trip to Target to purchase a new vacuum.  Our current one just doesn't do the job, and with a cat and a dog, we need a good one!  Plus, I don't want our little peapod crawling on a dirty floor!  After reading vacuum reviews, we knew we wanted a Dyson- it doesn't lose suction!  We chose the Absolute Animal- and you'd think we bought a new electronic device.  Mike is completely in love with this new machine!  He vacuumed last night, and this morning again- the whole house!  This may just be our smartest purchase yet!  We'll see if the enthusiasm lasts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-5618733345648900202?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/5618733345648900202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=5618733345648900202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/5618733345648900202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/5618733345648900202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-new-animal.html' title='Our New Animal'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SIItLWL-hWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/IIRGUVHEJd4/s72-c/dyson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8951737465579189695</id><published>2008-07-17T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:06:37.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heartbeat!</title><content type='html'>So today Mike and I went to hear the heartbeat of our little one! She used a doppler, and next appt will be an ultrasounds.  Really, and I know this may be crazy, but up until now it really didn't seem real.  AND in the back of my mind has always been the thought that maybe I wasn't pregnant( crazy, I know!).  I mean, I have had only two symptoms: nausea for a couple weeks and itching, which is better now. So, hearing the heartbeat today made everything real.  The doctor said it was 150, which I have no idea whether that's low or high or what it means.  I'm sure it's normal.  Our next appointment is August 20th, and we find our whether we are having a boy or a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the doctor left, Mike looks at me and goes, "I thought we were going to know today what we were having?!"  He claims I told him this was the appointment where we find out the sex. So, he was quite disappointed.  I'm sure I didn't say that! Of course, this is classic miscommunication with us- I'm not surprised.  Everyone at his work was waiting to hear, and he had to disappoint them, too.  He was kind, at least he made it seem like it was his fault, not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8951737465579189695?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8951737465579189695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8951737465579189695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8951737465579189695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8951737465579189695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbeat.html' title='The heartbeat!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7829670284407059468</id><published>2008-07-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:07:44.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And MORE cruise pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV74o2JRwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9387aQz9_-U/s1600-h/food_1655Ping+Pong+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV74o2JRwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9387aQz9_-U/s200/food_1655Ping+Pong+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221215555973367554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV748AWWkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NDsSm_CPcbc/s1600-h/food_1649Dinner+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV748AWWkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/NDsSm_CPcbc/s200/food_1649Dinner+.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221215561116441154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV75PHDAzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4JeXOd-6vus/s1600-h/food_1707Mike+Becca+Stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV75PHDAzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4JeXOd-6vus/s200/food_1707Mike+Becca+Stairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221215566244807474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV7cUh3-EI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4CI5rTNiNhE/s1600-h/food_1703Towelgami2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV7cUh3-EI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4CI5rTNiNhE/s200/food_1703Towelgami2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221215069483300930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV7Sm4RwwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W5zrb0OHWl4/s1600-h/Mike+Ship+Side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV7Sm4RwwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W5zrb0OHWl4/s200/Mike+Ship+Side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221214902610412290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they knew it- but our waiter at dinner knew it was our anniversary.  So, they brought out my dessert(these pictures are out of order) with a candle, and sang to us.  Then, two people who were also in the dining room came over and sang "happy anniversary" in Italian- it was awesome!  The last night, we realized we had only a few pictures of us together and got a couple we had dinner with to take our picture on the stairs.  Needless to say, next time we need to do more of that! AND you can't forget the towelgami- every evening I looked forward to finding our what animal was neatly folded and placed on our bed.  The elephant was my favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7829670284407059468?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7829670284407059468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7829670284407059468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7829670284407059468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7829670284407059468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-more-cruise-pics.html' title='And MORE cruise pics...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHV74o2JRwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9387aQz9_-U/s72-c/food_1655Ping+Pong+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7634991360063040051</id><published>2008-07-08T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:59:56.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More cruise pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZlI3cMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MEu6yRhmH3Q/s1600-h/Cruise+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZlI3cMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MEu6yRhmH3Q/s200/Cruise+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220825993855119890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZlkjA0NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HgC6MiR-kxU/s1600-h/Cruise+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZlkjA0NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/HgC6MiR-kxU/s200/Cruise+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220826001285632210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZmMS5-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vPQ7JEwT2kk/s1600-h/Cruise+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZmMS5-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/vPQ7JEwT2kk/s200/Cruise+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220826011955492914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture is from when we were in Cozumel.  We didn't do any of the planned activities, we kind of explored on our own.  We found a hole in the wall Mexican place called "Mr. Chile's" and they had their own bottled water- Mike had to get a picture.  I am trying to talk him into emailing me the pictures from his camera- mine aren't as good.  They will be coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7634991360063040051?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7634991360063040051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7634991360063040051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7634991360063040051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7634991360063040051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-cruise-pics.html' title='More cruise pics'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQZlI3cMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MEu6yRhmH3Q/s72-c/Cruise+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-2689501341546558588</id><published>2008-07-08T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:45:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cruise pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTPEw2q6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/iOQOUrwkXL8/s1600-h/Cruise+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTPEw2q6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/iOQOUrwkXL8/s200/Cruise+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220819017726864290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTPX3-gfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BCDkpGOGQfg/s1600-h/Cruise+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTPX3-gfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/BCDkpGOGQfg/s200/Cruise+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220819022857011698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTP1Rx4cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6X7DQ27dsDg/s1600-h/Cruise+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTP1Rx4cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6X7DQ27dsDg/s200/Cruise+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220819030749864386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTQHrRnaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OB_Xae6mVko/s1600-h/Stingray+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTQHrRnaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OB_Xae6mVko/s200/Stingray+7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220819035688639906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTQUImxgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ko7RGHZhbt8/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTQUImxgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ko7RGHZhbt8/s200/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220819039032886786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our cruise pictures from my camera.  When we were in the Grand Cayman Islands, we swam with the sting rays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-2689501341546558588?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/2689501341546558588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=2689501341546558588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/2689501341546558588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/2689501341546558588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-cruise-pics.html' title='Some cruise pics'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SHQTPEw2q6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/iOQOUrwkXL8/s72-c/Cruise+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1736453163239375944</id><published>2008-07-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:59:58.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Father to the Fatherless</title><content type='html'>"Though thy father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me." Psalm 27:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to make someone love you?  It's completely impossible.  I am left hurt, disappointed and tired.  At what point do I give up and stop beating my head against this brick wall?  At what point do I stop allowing myself to be continuously hurt?  At what point do I stop expecting too much?  Loving without expecting anything in return seems so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is my Father in heaven who receives me with open arms.  He holds me, whispers words of comfort to me, and is the Father I need him to be.  He knows my deepest thoughts and feelings, my sorrow and my hurts.  He is my strength when I am weary.  He loves me unconditionally.  I am so thankful that when I am rejected by my earthly father, He takes up for me.  Thank you Lord, for your love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1736453163239375944?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1736453163239375944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1736453163239375944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1736453163239375944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1736453163239375944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/father-to-fatherless.html' title='A Father to the Fatherless'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6355949371504784285</id><published>2008-07-01T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:00:18.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHH!</title><content type='html'>So I had some nausea the week we went on our cruise and probably the next two weeks after that.  For the last week or so I have felt fine!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the last few days, I have become EXTREMELY itchy.  And I mean ITCHY!  I itch all over- and I thought there were no bumps, but I think there are!  Am I paranoid or crazy?  Has anyone else gone through this?  Help! I need some relief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6355949371504784285?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6355949371504784285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6355949371504784285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6355949371504784285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6355949371504784285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/07/aaahh.html' title='AAAHH!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8024155914305618642</id><published>2008-06-23T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:44:37.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Out Your Quarters!</title><content type='html'>This week I am staying with Reuben in Virginia because Mike is going out of town tomorrow, so I am here until Thursday.  I am glad to have somewhere to stay, but I'm a little concerned.  Tonight Reuben told me to turn out the lights in rooms I'm not using.  (Flashback to living at home with mom and dad) Then, he said he was going to charge me twenty-five cents for every light I leave on in the apartment!  This arrangement might prove to be expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben also wanted to give a "shout out" on my blog...so shout out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8024155914305618642?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8024155914305618642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8024155914305618642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8024155914305618642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8024155914305618642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-out-your-quarters.html' title='Get Out Your Quarters!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7332005119050877063</id><published>2008-06-23T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:37:56.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Mom- One Year Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBd5Eq5_UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UdTsjlvxfAI/s1600-h/DSCN0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBd5Eq5_UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UdTsjlvxfAI/s200/DSCN0100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215271603582664002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBd5WZowbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gwUdB3Q8AnM/s1600-h/DSCN0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBd5WZowbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gwUdB3Q8AnM/s200/DSCN0101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215271608342069682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBckm6_uqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Za4IoJeQOzY/s1600-h/DSCN0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBckm6_uqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Za4IoJeQOzY/s200/DSCN0098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215270152488073890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a year since mom passed away. It has been a year that held a great deal of change for our family. We have experienced loss, struggles, many tears, yet somehow laughter, comfort and even joy in it all.  I have come to realize that my definition of family has changed in the last year.  Family is not necessarily those related by blood or marriage.  Family goes beyond that.  Family is someone who shows enough love to listen at any time, let you cry, and encourage and lift you up.  Family are those who are not afraid to be real with you - they tell it like it is, even if it hurts to hear it.  The weekend mom was hospitalized, I bumped into an old friend at the mall.  Since then, their family has been a very important part of our family, and they have been there for Reuben and I in every way possible.  I am so thankful God brought them back into our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so thankful for Mike's family.  His mom and my mom were best friends, and she goes out of her way to make things special for Reuben and I.  She knows how important it is for us to remember her in little ways.  Tonight she was late for dinner, and she just said she was arriving "Mary-style." Mom was late everywhere she went!  It made us all laugh- it was very true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, in memory of mom, we made her famous Lasagna, and had some garlic bread and salad. Mike's dad was working, so he's not in the pictures.  Then we enjoyed some Cherry Cream Cheese Pie....yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7332005119050877063?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7332005119050877063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7332005119050877063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7332005119050877063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7332005119050877063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/06/remembering-mom-one-year-later.html' title='Remembering Mom- One Year Later'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SGBd5Eq5_UI/AAAAAAAAAGE/UdTsjlvxfAI/s72-c/DSCN0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8068190148960179432</id><published>2008-06-17T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:37:45.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life As We Know It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SFguoWMbqbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RtYdrAVQbfQ/s1600-h/rubber-duckie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SFguoWMbqbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RtYdrAVQbfQ/s200/rubber-duckie.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212967839368718770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life as we've known it will change in the new year- there will be an addition to our family.  Mike and I are having a baby!  I am 8 weeks along, and I am due on January 24th.  I went to my first official Dr's appointment today. Before today I had several appointments with nurses, so it was nice to see the Dr.  We will be able to hear the heartbeat at the next appointment on July 17!  I am so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8068190148960179432?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8068190148960179432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8068190148960179432' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8068190148960179432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8068190148960179432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/06/whoa.html' title='Our Life As We Know It'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SFguoWMbqbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RtYdrAVQbfQ/s72-c/rubber-duckie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6278271565076121574</id><published>2008-06-01T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T05:47:39.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll be gone...</title><content type='html'>We are leaving this morning to go to Tampa to go on a cruise to Cozumel and the Cayman Islands.  I am so excited!! We'll be back next Saturday!  See ya then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6278271565076121574?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6278271565076121574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6278271565076121574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6278271565076121574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6278271565076121574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/06/well-be-gone.html' title='We&apos;ll be gone...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-815223686029525594</id><published>2008-05-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:15:30.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDyjrrm0HPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xkfAXheoaVs/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDyjrrm0HPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xkfAXheoaVs/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205215240168676594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, it's not the 4th of July, but it is almost as good!  Tomorrow is the last day of school for the kids.  I am so excited!  Thursday and Friday are teacher workdays.  Summer, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-815223686029525594?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/815223686029525594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=815223686029525594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/815223686029525594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/815223686029525594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-okay-its-not-4th-of-july-but-it-is.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDyjrrm0HPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xkfAXheoaVs/s72-c/fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1881077844444023166</id><published>2008-05-27T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:55:25.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilled Artichokes with Tomato-Balsamic Chutney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDyea2NaCSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OkScR86TDM8/s1600-h/food_1573Artichoke_Grill-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDyea2NaCSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OkScR86TDM8/s320/food_1573Artichoke_Grill-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205209453398984994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I have never eaten an artichoke before.  It's a weird looking, strange vegetable.  Our newspaper had an article on grilled artichokes one day last week and I saved the recipe because they looked so delicious!  Plus, they are very good for you.  The picture really doesn't do it justice! Here is one of the recipes we tried this weekend.  Mike says, "Two thumbs up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chutney:&lt;br /&gt;5 ripe tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 med yellow onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bunch green onions&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon fresh ginger (I used ground)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. Brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. Balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp. Cumin&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chop tomatoes and onions into large dice. Slice green onions into rounds.  Combine with remaining chutney ingredients.  Place in a medium saucepan and simmer for 30 minutes.  remove bay leaf.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cook artichokes.  Cut stem and leave about 1 inch.  Place in a pot with about 3 inches of water and boil for approx. 30 minutes, or until stem is tender.  Careful of the prickly ends!  No need to remove them.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Slice artichokes in half and remove spiny center.  Brush with olive oil and place on grill for about 10 minutes, turning half way.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Top each half of an artichoke with some chutney.  &lt;br /&gt;*how do you eat these?  Well, you take each "leaf" of the artichoke, slide in between your teeth to get the "meat" off and discard the rest.  You will notice that the top is kind of waxy- don't eat that part!  You can also use balsamic vinegar as a dipping sauce, along with topping each with a bit of chutney.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good "appetizer" type meal.  I paired this with salad and bread, and it filled us up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1881077844444023166?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1881077844444023166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1881077844444023166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1881077844444023166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1881077844444023166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/grilled-artichokes-with-tomato-balsamic.html' title='Grilled Artichokes with Tomato-Balsamic Chutney'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDyea2NaCSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OkScR86TDM8/s72-c/food_1573Artichoke_Grill-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7255136817694298362</id><published>2008-05-19T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:37:45.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Your Amusement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDIbrSTE9RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3mw3bkJaXZs/s1600-h/WorkWorkWork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDIbrSTE9RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3mw3bkJaXZs/s320/WorkWorkWork.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202250950026523922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for Mike.  I was laid up all weekend sick with some kind of flu/sinus infection.  I'm not sure which I had, but I'm feeling much better! I relaxed, read and watched TV all weekend so I could go back to school today.  Mike did some cleaning and fixed meals for us. He claims I was so sick he had to "clone" himself to get everything done.  By the end of the weekend, he was exhausted, as is clear by this photo.  &lt;br /&gt;*This photo made possible by Photoshop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7255136817694298362?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7255136817694298362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7255136817694298362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7255136817694298362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7255136817694298362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-your-amusement.html' title='For Your Amusement...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SDIbrSTE9RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/3mw3bkJaXZs/s72-c/WorkWorkWork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-120014163902303992</id><published>2008-05-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:27:10.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca's Delicious Taco Salad</title><content type='html'>Here's what we had for dinner tonight.  My wonderful husband says this is the best Taco Salad he's had! Thought I would share since it's easy and pretty healthy.  I especially LOVE the avocados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjtrD4jSQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fQPirq-hhvc/s1600-h/iz114033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjtrD4jSQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fQPirq-hhvc/s320/iz114033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199667093831895298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romaine Lettuce, torn&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes, chopped&lt;br /&gt;onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;avocado, sliced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can black beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;chopped chicken (I use Purdue Southwestern precooked chicken)&lt;br /&gt;Salsa of your choice&lt;br /&gt;cilantro (if desired)&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla chips, crushed (I love the Tostitos with a hint of lime!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine first 7 ingredients and toss. Put tortilla chips in a small ziploc baggie and crush with the end of a glass.  Top with salsa.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;*This would be great without the chicken as a vegetarian meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-120014163902303992?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/120014163902303992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=120014163902303992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/120014163902303992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/120014163902303992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/rebeccas-delicious-taco-salad.html' title='Rebecca&apos;s Delicious Taco Salad'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjtrD4jSQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fQPirq-hhvc/s72-c/iz114033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6441789198940532724</id><published>2008-05-12T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:11:21.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Couches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjGDj4jSPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ngPO-zi22lw/s1600-h/New_Couch_Two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjGDj4jSPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ngPO-zi22lw/s320/New_Couch_Two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199623534273579250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjFWD4jSOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/joVpW_H1DvU/s1600-h/New_Couch_One-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjFWD4jSOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/joVpW_H1DvU/s320/New_Couch_One-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199622752589531362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say we are the new owners of a couch and love seat and they arrived this weekend.  I love to decorate and these pieces of furniture were the last part of the finishing touches on our living room.  We are thankful to our parents for the "borrowed" furniture we've used for the last 5 years, but it is so nice to be able to pick out our OWN furniture.  Of course, Mike had really no say except asking "how much does it cost?"  So I was thrilled to go from store to store and look through loads of fabric. They are a little more overstuffed than I prefer, but I LOVE the fabric! Now, the last question is: what color should I paint the walls?  I'm thinking neutral, but I want some more contrast between the walls and sofas.  I also think I need a few more paintings in the grouping over the sofa.  My decorating wheels are already turning to work on finishing our bedroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6441789198940532724?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6441789198940532724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6441789198940532724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6441789198940532724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6441789198940532724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-couches.html' title='New Couches'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCjGDj4jSPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ngPO-zi22lw/s72-c/New_Couch_Two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1235194439043517717</id><published>2008-05-12T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:02:23.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver's Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCiwSj4jSLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lXHb2gCFcDk/s1600-h/Oliver_In_Wrapping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCiwSj4jSLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lXHb2gCFcDk/s320/Oliver_In_Wrapping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199599602715805874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to NC last weekend, we went through some of mom's stuff that was at my Aunt and Uncle's house.  It was packed in that wonderful packing paper.  Well, this weekend I was going through some of the boxes that had photographs in them and left some of the paper on the floor.  This picture is the result of that!  Oliver loved the paper - I guess he especially liked the crackly sound it made.  So, we found him rolling around on it, hiding in it, and generally loving his new toy- and the best thing about it- it was free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1235194439043517717?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1235194439043517717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1235194439043517717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1235194439043517717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1235194439043517717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/olivers-simple-pleasures.html' title='Oliver&apos;s Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SCiwSj4jSLI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lXHb2gCFcDk/s72-c/Oliver_In_Wrapping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7756474648183782224</id><published>2008-05-05T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:24:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It!</title><content type='html'>Well, many of you knew that this past weekend was the weekend we met my dad's future wife.  Reuben, Mike and I and Mike's parents traveled to Hayesville, NC.  We were planning on spending the whole weekend with both her and my dad, but arrived to discover she was busy.  We spent a few hours with her at dinner on sat night.  Let me just say that this whole thing is just strange! This woman that he is bringing into his life has a less than stellar reputation in the community, and we are concerned about her intentions for marrying my dad.  My dad is going into this completely trusting someone he has known for 2 months.  So, at this point we know no more about her now than we did when we arrived in NC.  I feel like if she really was sensitive to all this that's going on she would make it a point to make our visit a priority- and try to get to know us.  She said very little in our presence.  It's not that I have a problem with dad getting married again.  It's this person, and the way he has gone about the whole situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was good for several reasons.  We stayed with my Aunt and Uncle and enjoyed being with them and had some delicious food.  We got to see my Great Aunt and Uncle(they were extremely close with my mom and are the sweetest people you will ever meet!) and of course got to see my Grandma and my other uncle.  We also spent some time with my dad, alone, which we desperately needed.  We basically laid it all out- poured our hearts out to dad and explained how we ALL felt, including my in-laws (who have known my dad for over 30 years).  I was so thankful to have both of them as our advocates- and they spoke when we couldn't- they are a big part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of relief- we've gotten it off our chests- and I feel lighter because of it.  Now, it is in the Lord's hands and my dad will make the decision- and live with the consequences.  I know we haven't changed his mind about anything, but at least it's all been said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7756474648183782224?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7756474648183782224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7756474648183782224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7756474648183782224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7756474648183782224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7486813582510404398</id><published>2008-04-22T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:38:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know....</title><content type='html'>So it's been a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been needing to blog but just haven't felt the energy so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at school have been piling up and piling up; literally and figuratively.  Today I felt my breaking point.  It is spring and the kids are mentally out for the summer.  They don't listen, they steal my stuff, they talk back, throw pencils at me, you name it.  In fact, several weeks ago a little boy brought a gun to school and threatened to kill another student and last week a student brought a knife! Needless to say we were all over the news.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art used to be a fun time to create-and it was ok if you weren't the best artist.  My students (most of them) could care less.  Special area (art, music and PE) is just their social hour and I am getting in their way by expecting them to learn and create.  You know, it would really be easier if I just didn't care and let them do what they want.  Today I felt like, really whats the point?  Why am I even a teacher?  Why spend my time, energy and money to produce creative, exciting lessons when they could care less.  It is like pulling teeth to get them to even color some things!!!  All I really am is a babysitter.  I keep having to remind myself that these children I teach are NOT like I was as a student- things have changed alot since even I was in school.  I'm going to visit another school in the district tomorrow (grades K-3).  Maybe I just need a change.  Or maybe I'm not meant to be a teacher.... and if that's the case what AM I meant to be??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is still getting married.  We are going next weekend to meet her.  I'm doing ok when I'm not thinking about it. My dad has almost shut us out of his new life.  He is not interested in my brother or I anymore.  He has changed completely- it's like he's trying to be a whole different person than he was when he was married to my mom.  I just have to keep praying for peace and comfort; and be positive that everything's going to be alright.  A coworker shared a devotional with me today that reminded me that while we go through troubles we can't see or understand WHY, but God does and that's what matters- I'm reminded to trust Him.  I am also thankful for Mike's parents and my brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sunnier note, I have planted some flowers in both the front and back yard.  I planted them from seeds, which I have never done before.  I've got hydrangeas, geraniums, bells of Ireland, hollyhock, butterfly bushes and much more!  I am so excited to watch these beauties bloom, and hope to post pictures as they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7486813582510404398?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7486813582510404398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7486813582510404398' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7486813582510404398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7486813582510404398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-even-know.html' title='I don&apos;t even know....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-3931513595699815201</id><published>2008-03-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:09:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is Inevitable</title><content type='html'>I have been contemplating whether or not to post the "latest" with my family, but I started this blog to share my thoughts so here goes- it's a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is getting married again.  He has met someone at his church whom he says is nice and loves the Lord.  They have known each other for less than a month,and want to get married right away.  My immediate reaction was shock and disbelief.  I got very upset, not only because of the news, but because my dad delivered it by email.  This brought up old feelings and emotions that I thought I had under control.  I also felt what I can only describe as a sense of betrayal of my mom.  (I'm not sure if that makes sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week since my brother and I found out.  Since then, I have gone through every emotion you can imagine from anger to fear and sorrow.  I moved into a kind of "parent mode" -wanting to protect my dad from getting hurt, and from making the wrong decision.  Dad and Reuben came this weekend to celebrate my birthday.   We had a long talk about things and Reuben and I shared our hearts.  While dad didn't understand our concerns, he at least listened to us and I hope we gave him some things to think about.  We feel he is rushing things, and would like him to wait at least 6 months to get to know her.  He doesn't feel he can do that (for other reasons) and is sure the Lord brought her into his life for a reason- he believes she is part of the vision God gave him for the property in N.C.(that's a whole other story).  In fact, he prayed for a wife.  He is confident this is his answer to prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am a week later.  I know two things:  1. God is in control and 2. my dad can make his own decisions.  At first, I prayed that God would open dad's eyes and change this decision, but then I realized (how selfish!) I should be praying that God's will be done and that we all have peace about whatever happens. Who am I to say that this isn't someone God put in my dad's life?  I actually feel more settled within my soul, because I know that God knows what He's doing. He's walked through the last year with us, and He will continue to do so.  I can only trust in Him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-3931513595699815201?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/3931513595699815201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=3931513595699815201' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3931513595699815201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3931513595699815201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-contemplating-whether-or.html' title='Change is Inevitable'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4242935788702211945</id><published>2008-03-01T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:13:11.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oJYg0PuMI/AAAAAAAAADw/uAwcoxQHl6A/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oJYg0PuMI/AAAAAAAAADw/uAwcoxQHl6A/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172957438719015106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for Cassie- She said she wanted to see my watercolor so here it is.  It's not bad for my first watercolor painting since high school...I've got a ways to go to get as good as mom, but as they say, "practice makes perfect!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oJow0PuNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OFVi6RAPr68/s1600-h/wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oJow0PuNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/OFVi6RAPr68/s320/wreath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172957717891889362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oNCg0PuQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jUmOxlu_Wuk/s1600-h/Becca_Easter_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oNCg0PuQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jUmOxlu_Wuk/s320/Becca_Easter_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172961458808404226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made this easter wreath- it's super easy!  I bought a straw wreath that was wrapped in plastic, and left the plastic on so it just gave me the shape I wanted.  Then, using hot glue, I glued the large eggs, beginning on the inside of the wreath, and added the small eggs to fill in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4242935788702211945?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4242935788702211945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4242935788702211945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4242935788702211945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4242935788702211945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-week.html' title='This Week&apos;s Projects'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8oJYg0PuMI/AAAAAAAAADw/uAwcoxQHl6A/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-6056812473853357143</id><published>2008-03-01T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:16:11.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Give</title><content type='html'>This week at school, the kids were crazy.  You would think it was after spring break and that they had already taken PACT.  Each day, there was at least one fight, and some days two! By Friday, ISS (In School Suspension) was packed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happened this week.  A 6th grade student threw a chair at his teacher. I have taught this child for the last 3 years.  Yes, he has behavior problems, doesn't want to be productive, is constantly out of his seat bothering others; but no way did I think he was capable of something like that.  The teacher ended up going to the hospital, and may not be back.  (Can you blame her?!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little boy has no stable home life whatsoever.  His mom is on drugs, he and his brother are unkempt and hungry, and they fear going home because of the danger where he lives.  Now, this is no excuse for his behavior, and there is only so much we can do as teachers to provide the care and compassion students like him need.  His life consists of simply surviving-most of the time on the streets- school ends up at the bottom of his priorities.  I'm left feeling frustrated, because at my school there are many others like him...I just hope that this time away from our school will prove to change him for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-6056812473853357143?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/6056812473853357143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=6056812473853357143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6056812473853357143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/6056812473853357143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/03/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Give'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4823206008256375725</id><published>2008-02-27T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:19:52.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh So Lonely....</title><content type='html'>Tonight Mike is away at a training conference in Greensboro.  It's not often he has to go away for work, so I'm not used to being alone at night.  I guess I've forgotten what it's like to live alone because I have found myself checking the locks, and closing the blinds and drapes- just in case.  I don't actually think there's anybody out to get me, it's just nice to know I'm safe and secure, and it's eery being here alone at night.  Plus, Parker the attack dog would be no help to an intruder- he would lick them to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually gotten a few things accomplished this evening-some laundry and I swept the floors (which is an everyday thing with the dog and cat).  Plus, I got to paint.  I  have all of mom's watercolor books, which is what she was good at and I now have several of her paintings hanging in my home.  Now, I have never been any good at painting with watercolor, but I figured tonight would be a good time to practice.  So, armed with book, paints and brushes, I sketched out a landscape and painted.  To my surprise, it actually doesn't look half bad, and I learned a few new techniques.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4823206008256375725?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4823206008256375725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4823206008256375725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4823206008256375725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4823206008256375725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-so-lonely.html' title='Oh So Lonely....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-1336177899450840931</id><published>2008-02-24T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:43:02.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8HDIhUql2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0i94Fm_8cD4/s1600-h/Mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8HDIhUql2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0i94Fm_8cD4/s320/Mike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170628398349457250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe it's been almost 5 years since Mike and I were married.  I can truly say I love him more today than I did then.  Every weekend, without fail, Mike asks me to make a list.  The list consists of things that need to get done before the new week begins.  Normally, this includes dusting and cleaning, laundry, etc.  I make out the list and we tackle it together.  Now, some may think this means nothing, but to me it is a very romantic gesture.  I grew up in a household where dad worked and mom did all the housework, so to me, it means a lot that he is willing to chip in.  Sometimes, he even sees what needs to be done before I ask and he takes care of it.  He truly is wonderful to me, I even got breakfast in bed this morning.  What a treat!  We've come a long way in five years, and I can wait to see what the next 5 bring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-1336177899450840931?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/1336177899450840931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=1336177899450840931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1336177899450840931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/1336177899450840931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R8HDIhUql2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0i94Fm_8cD4/s72-c/Mike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-7963012234895371432</id><published>2008-02-20T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:52:20.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say NO!</title><content type='html'>So I tend to have a small problem getting the word "NO" out of my mouth.  I have been struggling with this, particularly when it comes to school. People at school are ALWAYS asking me to help them do something, whether it is make a banner for their church (HELLO! Not school related!) or draw something for their bulletin board...I must have a sign on my forehead that says "I'll do anything you ask!" Today, I guess I needed a refresher course in saying no.  &lt;br /&gt;I've been giving a teacher a ride to school every morning, she lives in the same town I do and has no car at the moment.  This is fine, and hopefully she will be getting her car fixed soon.  ANOTHER teacher asked me today if I would give HIS sister a ride to and from school FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR!  And get this, he wanted me to go and pick her up every morning (out of my way)and he wanted me to rearrange my schedule to take her home everyday at 4:00.  Apparently she got a job at the high school and has no way to get there!! (Did I mention they are from India? So she doesn't drive.) I tried the nice way to tell him it was too much with me taking this other teacher to school, too.  After all, I'm not a taxi service!  He didn't accept that...and I ended up agreeing with him.  &lt;br /&gt;I walked away upset, not really wanting to become this taxi service, and feeling bad for wanting to say no.  I love my morning drive BY MYSELF because for 50 minutes, I get to wake up and most days I sing and worship while I'm driving.    I went to vent to my co-workers, who reassured me I should not feel bad about saying NO.  So, I went back and told him I couldn't do it, and walked away.  I said NO.  (So I had to be given a refresher course) But still, I said no.  It's a step in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, one of my friends gave me an index card to carry around that says "NO".  I think I'll keep it handy, and bring it out when I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-7963012234895371432?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/7963012234895371432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=7963012234895371432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7963012234895371432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/7963012234895371432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-say-no.html' title='Just Say NO!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4066363546394848842</id><published>2008-02-17T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:21:43.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Mike and Becca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R7jrQBUql1I/AAAAAAAAACw/BnVywrOlFng/s1600-h/Little+Mike+and+Becca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R7jrQBUql1I/AAAAAAAAACw/BnVywrOlFng/s320/Little+Mike+and+Becca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168139232873191250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking on Mike's travel drive and look what I found!  It's Mike and I when we were about 4 or 5 years old.  Look how cute we were!  Thought you all would enjoy this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4066363546394848842?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4066363546394848842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4066363546394848842' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4066363546394848842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4066363546394848842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-mike-and-becca.html' title='Little Mike and Becca'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R7jrQBUql1I/AAAAAAAAACw/BnVywrOlFng/s72-c/Little+Mike+and+Becca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8362296837176781379</id><published>2008-02-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:15:46.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R7jn6xUql0I/AAAAAAAAACo/niy8rRkfaiw/s1600-h/Backyard+Hunt+2+2008_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R7jn6xUql0I/AAAAAAAAACo/niy8rRkfaiw/s320/Backyard+Hunt+2+2008_1113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168135569266087746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Thursday,I had a dentist appointment.  I had a filling done back in October but that tooth had been bothering me.  The dentist wanted to re-do it, and I stupidly made the appointment for Valentine's day.  Mike and I had made plans to go out to eat after he got home from work.  Well, needless to say, I was still numb at 8:00.  I didn't feel much like going out and drooling all over myself.  So, Mike got us some McDonald's (I know, SO bad for you, but still so good...) and we ate at home.  It was still nice to spend time together, and we ended up going out for our VDay dinner on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;I told Mike not to get me anything.  We both agree that Valentine's day is way too commercialized, and that it really is just another day.  I would much rather have flowers "just because" on another day that on valentine's day. Anyway, I wanted to make cookies for Mike, but didn't get to it during the week because of our school's Valentine's day pageant of which I am the chair of the decorating committee.  So, this weekend I finally got around to making his Vday gift.  He was thrilled with this cookie, and just had to take a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8362296837176781379?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8362296837176781379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8362296837176781379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8362296837176781379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8362296837176781379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R7jn6xUql0I/AAAAAAAAACo/niy8rRkfaiw/s72-c/Backyard+Hunt+2+2008_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-4613383006364394759</id><published>2008-02-06T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:22:34.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way Things Were...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartandcrafts.com/clipart/holidays/valentine/images/lace-edge-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.clipartandcrafts.com/clipart/holidays/valentine/images/lace-edge-heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the smallest things remind me of her.  The sewing machine I will use tomorrow to make hall monitor sashes; the smell of Tide; the ceramic bowl that holds our fruit; the sight of a mother and her little girl.  I miss her.  I miss hearing her say, "Yes, Rebecca.  This is mom."  Every time she called; like I didn't know who it was.  The sound of her voice, and the feel of her cheek on mine when we hugged.  I miss the way she would encourage me without being asked.  I often find myself feeling like the last 7 months weren't real...like it never happened.  But it did, and life goes on...and I know she would want us to rejoice that she is with the Lord.  I look forward to the day I will see her again.  In the meantime, I am reminded that "the joy of the Lord is my strength." (Neh 8:10) He is my joy in times of sorrow, I will lean on Him.  He's strength to the weary, joy to the sad and love to the lonely.  I just pray that with time this sorrow with fade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the breast cancer site donates a mammogram to a woman in need for every time you visit their website and click on the logo.  So, visit the website. http://www.thebreastcancersite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=2 Happy clicking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-4613383006364394759?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/4613383006364394759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=4613383006364394759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4613383006364394759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/4613383006364394759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/way-things-were.html' title='The Way Things Were...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-3246027416026764520</id><published>2008-02-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:09:15.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6fEarN7SxI/AAAAAAAAABU/j_8HTxf-ohw/s1600-h/DIY+Lightbox+Test_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6fEarN7SxI/AAAAAAAAABU/j_8HTxf-ohw/s320/DIY+Lightbox+Test_1009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163311460360342290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6fD2bN7SwI/AAAAAAAAABM/LjW1s1Ncbgw/s1600-h/DIY+Lightbox+Test_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6fD2bN7SwI/AAAAAAAAABM/LjW1s1Ncbgw/s320/DIY+Lightbox+Test_1003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163310837590084354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Parker eats and swallows everything.  Over Christmas, he ate a mystery "something" and got very ill.  We rushed him to the vet, and they operated.  During the operation, the vet discovered the piece of plastic and string he had swallowed had torn a hole in his small intestine.  The vet did the best he could, and there wasn't much else we could do but pray!  A month later, Parker is pretty much back to normal eating wise.  We threw all his toys away, in a moment of panic, and I felt bad because he had nothing to play with.  When you have no children, your animals become LIKE children.  So, I made the trek to Woofers today, and purchased this wonderful "toy" that he can eat, is all natural and completely digestible!  He also can't take it and hide it - it's so big! At first, he was scared. Mike and I thought this hilarious, Parker running around with this huge stick in his mouth.  Here are some pictures of the fun...Oliver was wondering why we didn't bring him a big stick, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-3246027416026764520?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/3246027416026764520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=3246027416026764520' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3246027416026764520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3246027416026764520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-stick.html' title='The Big Stick'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6fEarN7SxI/AAAAAAAAABU/j_8HTxf-ohw/s72-c/DIY+Lightbox+Test_1009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-8488770229925319305</id><published>2008-02-04T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:48:45.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Pictures 2007'/><title type='text'>When Your Husband Is The Photographer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6e-rLN7SvI/AAAAAAAAABE/sBxs6A9rgeo/s1600-h/mombeccapurses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6e-rLN7SvI/AAAAAAAAABE/sBxs6A9rgeo/s320/mombeccapurses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163305146758417138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So I asked Mike today to send me the Christmas pictures.  The upside of having a photographer in the family is that you have beautiful pictures.  The downside is that he is never in them!  Looking through our pictures, they were all of me and his mom, as you can see from these two.  Unfortunately, Mike is in none of our Christmas pictures! I think I'm gonna need to get my own camera too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6e-XLN7SuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LMBQotPC9cE/s1600-h/becca+and+book+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6e-XLN7SuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LMBQotPC9cE/s320/becca+and+book+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163304803161033442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-8488770229925319305?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/8488770229925319305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=8488770229925319305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8488770229925319305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/8488770229925319305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-your-husband-is-photographer.html' title='When Your Husband Is The Photographer...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/R6e-rLN7SvI/AAAAAAAAABE/sBxs6A9rgeo/s72-c/mombeccapurses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774013011970304393.post-3720314907218793208</id><published>2008-02-03T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:15:12.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SuperBowl Sunday Blues'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Our World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm in an incredibly bored mood....it is SuperBowl Sunday, which means Mike is relishing the last few hours of football for the season, while I am left...well, doing nothing!  I watched a Lifetime movie (I just can't stomach watching that much football!)  and I visited a friend's blog, so I thought, why not start my own!  So I'm sitting here thinking, "who is really gonna be that interested in my blog?"  I guess the answer is, it really doesn't matter!  Recently, I have discovered that writing down my thoughts, feelings and general happenings in life helps me incredibly!  I have a journal where I do all my writing, and it takes me forever to hand-write everything!  I like to think I'm a GREAT typer, so I am going to attempt to keep things updated here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5774013011970304393-3720314907218793208?l=rebeccacox14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/feeds/3720314907218793208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5774013011970304393&amp;postID=3720314907218793208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3720314907218793208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5774013011970304393/posts/default/3720314907218793208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccacox14.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-to-our-world.html' title='Welcome to Our World!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09253452661859523302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYxmkUxS3bY/SbWO7EyBrLI/AAAAAAAAARg/4gLAMDgPzAQ/S220/000_0004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
