<?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-2691957388407629442</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:03:52.043-07:00</updated><category term='stuff about Ashton'/><category term='Stuff about Daddy'/><category term='Random Stuff'/><category term='Stuff about Baby-on-the-way'/><category term='Stuff about the whole family'/><category term='Stuff about Anderson'/><category term='Stuff about Mommy'/><category term='Stuff about Anagrace'/><title type='text'>The Prevette Family</title><subtitle type='html'>...Little Glimpses                    into our Lives</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6861246004800699839</id><published>2010-03-10T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:23:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Will you read me a book?"</title><content type='html'>Anderson asks me to read him books a lot. He really doesn't like the ones with lots of words, though. If the pages take too long he loses focus (gets that from his daddy, haha). So picture books are his favorite, especially ones with tractors, cars, construction equipment...basically anything with wheels! Here is a video of us reading about "diggers":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c963e8e92065ec7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c963e8e92065ec7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDCB466D50CC6A66B07CD4B610AC01D1E044C727.2D48AACDC82D37E1EE534CCFBE3CF8CEB1043AFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c963e8e92065ec7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_aijJwNMQ3n9W0rmWVSJYZzvGQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c963e8e92065ec7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DDCB466D50CC6A66B07CD4B610AC01D1E044C727.2D48AACDC82D37E1EE534CCFBE3CF8CEB1043AFB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c963e8e92065ec7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_aijJwNMQ3n9W0rmWVSJYZzvGQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now I can ask Anagrace to read me books! I love hearing her read! I can almost see her rolling her eyes or hear her let out a little sigh when I ask her because I do it so frequently. It is such a joy to see her learning. As she reads and sounds out words, you can just see her brain working. And as they say on Reading Rainbow, "but you don't have to take my word for it"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ccf232a16983367" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4078921182441740212</id><published>2010-03-05T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:02:51.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update...</title><content type='html'>The bank accepted our offer, and we expect to close by the 1st of April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely give more information about our new house and how it came to be later, but now I better get to packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4078921182441740212?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4078921182441740212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4078921182441740212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4078921182441740212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4078921182441740212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7559994969997255981</id><published>2010-02-21T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:33:41.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>We are still waiting to hear from the bank about purchasing the foreclosure house.  We both have a good feeling about it.  But, the waiting just sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at church, one of the worship pastors, Wade Joye, spoke about his struggles with waiting on God to fulfill His promise to heal his daughter.  She and her twin sister were born 3 months premature.  At one point the doctors suggested taking her off of life support.  They said that she would never be "normal" in the sense that she would probably have multiple disabilities.  Almost 2 years later they have seen so many miracles in the life of their baby girl, she truly is a walking talking miracle.  She just recently started to walk with braces. Wade and his wife, Ferris, believe that one day she will be completely healed.  They just have to wait to see the final result...which could take years.  But they have faith and they believe that God has promised this to them.  That is the kind of faith you can admire.  (You can check out more about the girls' story &lt;a href="http://ferrisjoye.blogspot.com/2008/11/backstory_23.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded at church of something Pastor Steven once said....not his exact words, but something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In between the PROMISE and the PAYOFF  is the PROCESS. And the process is the POINT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the process of waiting that God grows your faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated whether or not to put it in writing, out there for all of bloggy-world to read, that Justin and I are believing in faith that we will get that house.  Nowit is not as monemental an act of faith as the Joyes believing in the physical healing of their child.  But, it is a big change in our life and a step towards the future of our family. My hesitation in posting our "promise" was the thought of "what if we don't get the house, then I'll look like a fool".  But, I said earlier that Justin and I have a good feeling...we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; it's the feeling that we will get the house, but if not we have peace in knowing that God has a plan for us.  And His plan is the best plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," say the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.     Jeremiah 29:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7559994969997255981?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7559994969997255981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7559994969997255981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7559994969997255981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7559994969997255981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5221619372368044075</id><published>2010-02-14T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:44:14.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentine's Day to Remember...</title><content type='html'>...and, no, it is not because of some super romantic scheme or gift that Justin thought up. He is not that guy. Reliable, hardworking, supportive, caring, funny, charming, but not romantic. Remember &lt;a href="http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/hes-off-hook.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from Valentine's Day 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like once again we may be making a major purchase around V-day. This time it isn't a vehicle...it's a house. The Prevette family may be moving! We have talked about the desire of having a larger house. The kids outnumber us now and they seem to be taking over every inch of this house. We had a plan in mind to move in the next 2 years or so. The kids are still small enough that we aren't too cramped, but with time that will become an issue. But, one day I was surfing the web and came across a house in our area, just a few miles away, that was in foreclosure and would soon be sold at a public auction. It all happened so fast....We went to the open house last weekend.  The house met all the criteria we were wanting in a new house, including a fenced in yard, playroom, garage, and plenty of space. We went through the process of filling out paperwork and getting pre-approved, and then today we bid on it and won!  The bidding process was pretty intense.  The only thing between us and a new house is the fact that our bid did not meet the bank's reserve price.  The bank could (hopefully) decide to take the loss and accept our offer, they could decline or they could counter-offer.  Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5221619372368044075?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5221619372368044075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5221619372368044075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5221619372368044075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5221619372368044075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-to-remember.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Day to Remember...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2856405280318865484</id><published>2010-02-09T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:33:41.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Guy...Funny Guy</title><content type='html'>Anderson is a funny guy, just naturally, without even trying to be. He makes me laugh daily, usually several times. Here are a just a few examples: &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He insists on being called "Big Guy". Justin gave him that nickname and it seems to just fill him with pride to be called by it. Well, we visited the store last week and the greeter said hello to the boys who were both seated in the shopping cart. "What are your names?" she asked. "I'm Big Guy and this is Little Guy" Anderson introduced himself and Ashton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one of his favorite phrases is "I heard that!" which he shouts randomly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are trying to teach him to say "Yes sir" and "Yes ma'am". His "yes sir" sounds more like "yeh sure". Makes me laugh everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was changing shirts, he asked "What are those?" I answered that they were to feed babies. He replied "I can do that?". I am not sure what exactly he was asking...Did I used to nurse from you, Can I nurse babies oneday or Can I nurse you now...but no matter which one he really meant the answer was "NO".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his response to almost every "NO" answer is "Aw Maaaaan".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of our Big Guy, Funny Guy...sometimes just looking at him makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436359358433593714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S3HUCI7OCXI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LLiZ0hCIQjU/s400/jan10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2856405280318865484?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2856405280318865484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2856405280318865484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2856405280318865484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2856405280318865484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-guyfunny-guy.html' title='Big Guy...Funny Guy'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S3HUCI7OCXI/AAAAAAAAA4s/LLiZ0hCIQjU/s72-c/jan10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5301884167750518771</id><published>2010-02-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:46:44.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Lessons Learned on our Field Trip</title><content type='html'>We recently went on a "field trip" with some of our homeschooling friends. We had a great time riding the Lightrail or as the boys called it, the choo-choo train, to Uptown to visit the library and have lunch. They were excited and rambunctous until more people started filing in and they found themselves sitting next to strangers. My friend &lt;a href="http://whatiferin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; sat up front with the "big kids" and Mandy and I sat with the little ones in their strollers on the platform below. Here are some pictures of our excursion and a few lessons (inadvertantly) learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433461636987323442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S2eIkjVXhDI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lCcQGNWAEcE/s400/jan10+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433461629312758786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S2eIkGvm9AI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2u8Y_8NSzzU/s400/jan10+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Studies-students made observations of public transportation (as overheard by Ms. Erin):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There are more brown-skinned people on here than light-skinned people"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That sign says "NO SMOKING" but that guy has a cigarette in his mouth, see that guy, I think he's gonna smoke, but it says "NO SMOKING" on that sign, see it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Health -dental hygiene (a discussion between 2 students):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st student: That guy has a gold tooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd student: What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st student: (a little louder) I said that guy over there has a gold tooth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd student: Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st student: (louder)See that guy over there, he doesn't have many teeth, but he's got a gold one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: SHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math -the value of money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the train ride, the children had a quick snack at the Burger King in the Transit Center (a.k.a Bus Station) with Erin and Mandy, while I went to get my change for the lightrail tickets from the ticket counter. The automated ticket station I bought my tickets from prior to departure was apparently out of change. Of course, that minor setback gave another opportunity for learning. After their snack the children needed to go to the restroom. We realized that there was a lock on the door that required a quarter to use the facilities. Indeed a quarter is worth 25 cents, but it is worth so much more to a little girl at the bus station who really needs to potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much beautiful architecture to admire downtown, as well as lovely pictures and paintings. This was my favorite, though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433467695578158498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S2eOFNV_FaI/AAAAAAAAA4k/TSQw9WnRAH4/s400/jan10+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical Education&lt;/strong&gt;: Teachers and students got there fair share of physical exercise by walking around downtown. (A few lessons on traffic safety were required.) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433461643587506418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S2eIk76-UPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/HykyBwayBo0/s400/jan10+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this little guy, gave me some extra exercise chasing him around the library. He ran off about 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A TRIP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5301884167750518771?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5301884167750518771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5301884167750518771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5301884167750518771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5301884167750518771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-and-lessons-learned-on-our.html' title='Pictures and Lessons Learned on our Field Trip'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S2eIkjVXhDI/AAAAAAAAA4U/lCcQGNWAEcE/s72-c/jan10+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-3400042953459592834</id><published>2010-01-29T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:55:35.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>I turned 31 this past Tuesday.   It really is hard for me to believe.  So much has changed so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago on my birthday, still in college, recently engaged, I celebrated turning 21...a milestone.  I'm sure I stayed up way too late and didn't feel so great the next day, but honestly I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many real milestones have occured since then.  I got married. I gave birth to 3 precious children. I have found purpose. I have lived and loved and learned so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my birthday with a group of wonderful friends on the night of my birthday.  We shared laughter, tears, inside jokes, and insights into the Bible.  I stayed up way too late, and was so tired the next day. But it will be a night I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-3400042953459592834?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3400042953459592834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=3400042953459592834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3400042953459592834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3400042953459592834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-3878007964289264040</id><published>2010-01-20T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:13:01.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S1cGsz8rbBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7pziwPagoO8/s1600-h/dec09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428815242747145234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S1cGsz8rbBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7pziwPagoO8/s400/dec09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-3878007964289264040?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3878007964289264040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=3878007964289264040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3878007964289264040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3878007964289264040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S1cGsz8rbBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7pziwPagoO8/s72-c/dec09+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7538295223512216379</id><published>2010-01-14T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:12:56.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tour of Anagrace's New/Old Room</title><content type='html'>Anagrace is so happy about her "new" room. She has thanked me several times for giving it a makeover. I don't really have a before picture. This is the best I could find:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778107280565954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_J769TJsI/AAAAAAAAA28/dTauxRmVqoc/s200/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her walls were pale pink above the chair rail and lavendar below, which stayed the same except we painted polka dots on the top half.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426778799824831618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_KkO4uBII/AAAAAAAAA3E/Ap-ApP1Dv4E/s400/dec09+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We also hung a pink gingham ribbon board to display pictures (but right now she has fabric swatches on it for some reason?) ,daisy flower hooks, and a white shelf to display her tea set on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426780122552315874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_LxObhr-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/z4M1LAFpYqk/s400/dec09+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We painted her name on the front of her bed with polka dots &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426780135496052658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_Lx-pjb7I/AAAAAAAAA3k/8b5kq_icnDI/s400/dec09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hung an eyelet mirror with yellow gingham ribbon and letters to spell out "dream" above her bed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426798005593028882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_cCJ8ruRI/AAAAAAAAA30/YUnnJn-9XNM/s400/dec09+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Under her bed, we took out the cooking set {she has kind of outgrown it:-( } and put a denim recliner there instead. She has enjoyed lounging in the chair and watching the TV that Daddy finally fixed! We put pictures of her as a baby and books on the shelf.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426780125991031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_LxbPYVLI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_iNVvzvkn08/s400/dec09+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Probably my favorite part of the makeover was the new light fixture. We replaced the ceiling fan with this super cute chandelier&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426795941402564338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_aKAPU1vI/AAAAAAAAA3s/6SsJ9A0pQx8/s400/dec09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a few more things I'd like to do...update the curtains, maybe get a rug, and hang up the pictures that she and I will paint someday soon. Here is Anagrace with the blank canvas ( with  "paint me" written on the plastic wrap) that she opened on Christmas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426798487068647506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_ceLlaoFI/AAAAAAAAA38/ZHQkAqrG4dk/s400/dec09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving her room a makeover was so much fun for me!  In fact, I was so excited to show her on Christmas morning that I woke up before everyone else in the house!  I'm so glad that she is as happy about it as I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7538295223512216379?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7538295223512216379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7538295223512216379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7538295223512216379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7538295223512216379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/tour-of-anagraces-newold-room.html' title='A Tour of Anagrace&apos;s New/Old Room'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0_J769TJsI/AAAAAAAAA28/dTauxRmVqoc/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2816177718698333327</id><published>2010-01-01T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:13:39.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>2010? Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to change the look of the blog with the change of the year....and decade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some new blog posts in the works, but soaking up all the family time during the "break".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2816177718698333327?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2816177718698333327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2816177718698333327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2816177718698333327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2816177718698333327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4022800449071481299</id><published>2009-12-29T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:18:20.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highlight Reels</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I intended to do a Christmas post much earlier. It seems so long ago now. Even though we did celebrate for 6 days straight! Instead of a play-by-play post of our weeklong festivities with family, I'll just give you the highlight reels of Christmas morning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a wonderful time celebrating the birth of our Savior. We had a little "birthday party" for Jesus. Cupcakes for breakfast?! Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b72607d3a139ef9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b72607d3a139ef9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D381CE82ECA0108467EDD3335168DA632536AB4C7.2B35C9A40BC9C30B75C841BE9C8E1A3CCEADE75D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b72607d3a139ef9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWUU95NxJzh1Jb9WbIc3mhv1VjKk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9b72607d3a139ef9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D381CE82ECA0108467EDD3335168DA632536AB4C7.2B35C9A40BC9C30B75C841BE9C8E1A3CCEADE75D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9b72607d3a139ef9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWUU95NxJzh1Jb9WbIc3mhv1VjKk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anagrace "camped out"under the tree Christmas Eve.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424202542905118178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0ajeV-hTeI/AAAAAAAAA20/wmbo3w7JkeQ/s200/dec09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  Christmas morning she discovered her room makeover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e55b0a2ca504482" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e55b0a2ca504482%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D93AD657CA1D05117A77BD993DD498D16D09C03.2C253A2FC1173A55D772469E9F3C530A139E701A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e55b0a2ca504482%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnwcORdKoehThvdu_rdDOIB83uLQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e55b0a2ca504482%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D93AD657CA1D05117A77BD993DD498D16D09C03.2C253A2FC1173A55D772469E9F3C530A139E701A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e55b0a2ca504482%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnwcORdKoehThvdu_rdDOIB83uLQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anderson had a blast opening the presents...some that weren't even his! He was really excited to get "Mack" from Disney's Cars to hold the matchbox Disney Cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fb29453fb96daac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb29453fb96daac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D486E32D2E114FC79A9CF1C7C6096D744CBE8043A.74830CB55890DFA6C2841D869CB1620AFBCBA0B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb29453fb96daac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyf8ceLDTvBVTNlRx5fjZtxSYJNM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fb29453fb96daac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D486E32D2E114FC79A9CF1C7C6096D744CBE8043A.74830CB55890DFA6C2841D869CB1620AFBCBA0B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fb29453fb96daac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyf8ceLDTvBVTNlRx5fjZtxSYJNM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were all super excited to get the John Deere Gator, although I think the video portrays more shock than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43e5ddfa6d9a5d1e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43e5ddfa6d9a5d1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F73335D198ADAF5C1178094095ABEF938A57164.22E9138AB5227E91B93C93049F74F3C49489E228%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43e5ddfa6d9a5d1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLdF_2SPCV7cL9xUvlpckS_LMsec&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43e5ddfa6d9a5d1e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F73335D198ADAF5C1178094095ABEF938A57164.22E9138AB5227E91B93C93049F74F3C49489E228%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43e5ddfa6d9a5d1e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLdF_2SPCV7cL9xUvlpckS_LMsec&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you and yours had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! The Prevette Family is definitely excited about the possibilities of 2010....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4022800449071481299?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4022800449071481299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4022800449071481299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4022800449071481299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4022800449071481299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/highlight-reels.html' title='The Highlight Reels'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/S0ajeV-hTeI/AAAAAAAAA20/wmbo3w7JkeQ/s72-c/dec09+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5399596966184682188</id><published>2009-12-23T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:21:00.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF_ISPDHTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/wYPg1tDiPfk/s1600-h/dec09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418251607014055218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF_ISPDHTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/wYPg1tDiPfk/s400/dec09+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5399596966184682188?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5399596966184682188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5399596966184682188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5399596966184682188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5399596966184682188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF_ISPDHTI/AAAAAAAAA2s/wYPg1tDiPfk/s72-c/dec09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-804719797769699408</id><published>2009-12-22T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:21:39.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWEET</title><content type='html'>Spent some one-on-one time with my SWEET girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418249067973099282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF80fkgvxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/J0fAjh8PT54/s400/dec09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Baked, decorated and ate some SWEET treats together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418249054098986786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF8zr4qlyI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ByNl_Jhsa9k/s400/dec09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Then, went to see some SWEET works of art. We had a great time just the two of us. Picking out our favorite gingerbread houses. Talking about Christmas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418249042385072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF8zAP2cMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/N--Zz7I5jrQ/s400/dec09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Laughing. (Nice "dragon face")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418250508856417458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF-IXR3XLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/faZu-MleEe8/s400/dec09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SWEET memories!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418249042238755474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF8y_s90pI/AAAAAAAAA18/05uJF2TvxYg/s400/dec09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-804719797769699408?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/804719797769699408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=804719797769699408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/804719797769699408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/804719797769699408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet.html' title='SWEET'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SzF80fkgvxI/AAAAAAAAA2c/J0fAjh8PT54/s72-c/dec09+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6972998249997112798</id><published>2009-12-17T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:02:52.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Traditions</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd share some of our Prevette family traditions. Some began the year Justin and I got married and others we've started somewhere along the past 8 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416399371836686754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyrqiAf5gaI/AAAAAAAAA1U/7XSS6qnREWY/s400/dec09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We always put up our nativity after reading the Christmas story. My dad got this one for us our first Christmas as "The Prevette Family". Anagrace and I did it this year along with her schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416399382977521170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyrqiqAFJhI/AAAAAAAAA1c/n8Xg0nWpAsQ/s400/dec09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think that the "Countdown Calendar Tree" is probably Anagrace's favorite decoration. Shortly after she wakes up she has to move the stocking and count down the days left 'til Christmas.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416399386744881666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Syrqi4CSggI/AAAAAAAAA1k/khSX44ch42w/s400/dec09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And a close second in the running for her favorite Christmas decoration, is the pink tree in Anagrace's room. She has had a small tree in her room since she was born (I'm pretty sure). But this pink one is new this year. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416403083212073090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Syrt6CcvqII/AAAAAAAAA10/K42IZsbwtRM/s400/dec09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416403081671555906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Syrt58tdO0I/AAAAAAAAA1s/KkVM7tUFtkM/s400/dec09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our newest tradition is making a gingerbread house. This is actually the first year we've attempted it; I thought that it was the first time Anagrace could really "help" and enjoy it. And we did have a great time with it.  We took it easy being our first year...we bought the premade house.  It was already assembled, with roof and walls attached, all we had to do was mix the icing and decorate.  I know that is kind of like cheating, but we'll increase the difficulty as the years go by!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, those are just a few of our traditions.  What traditions do you have? I'm always looking for fun and creative ways to make memories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6972998249997112798?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6972998249997112798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6972998249997112798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6972998249997112798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6972998249997112798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-traditions.html' title='Christmas Traditions'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyrqiAf5gaI/AAAAAAAAA1U/7XSS6qnREWY/s72-c/dec09+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7431667390396237217</id><published>2009-12-10T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:49:22.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A Lot (well, a little) Like Christmas....</title><content type='html'>I've "decorated" my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've decorated my tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's the extent of my decorating so far. I've still got to put up the nativity scene and decorations on the mantle. We sold our computer armoire, which is where we usually display our Christmas village. So, I'm not sure if we'll have the village out this year. The absence of the computer armoire has also affected our tree. Two years ago we bought an artificial "pencil" tree to save money and floorspace. I love the look of the tree, but without the furniture around it the tree does look pretty skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd give a little tour of our tree and some of my favorite ornaments. Most of our ornaments have a story or special meaning attached to them. It's like a really tall and beautiful scrapbook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ornaments representing our first Christmas as a married couple(from 2001) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413798733335033426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGtQ7Hk9lI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lQZtfzaCJGs/s400/DSC02431.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Anagrace's first Christmas ornaments (from 2003), a gift from my grandmother, whom she is named after. It's kind of hard to see,but there is a cherub on it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413798754086994866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGtSIbOw7I/AAAAAAAAAzs/fYWCn7XZSmM/s400/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A few ornaments from my childhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413800668094272146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGvBiqIEpI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dveROGSXB6s/s400/DSC02439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413800656886132018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGvA455bTI/AAAAAAAAAz8/rmjUlQD4oqg/s400/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the ornaments that my great Granny West made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413800685999202802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGvClW_ofI/AAAAAAAAA0c/vIAnRT7n6Zo/s400/DSC02448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Although the orange doesn't "match" my tree, I couldn't leave it off...an ornament from our church commemorating our first year there(2007):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413800679356184418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGvCMnLN2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/W2iMaugDLm4/s400/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An ornament made by one of the special education students in my class from my very first "real"job:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413800673259104482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGvB15hKOI/AAAAAAAAA0M/FBwA9LlcT2Q/s400/DSC02438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, those are just a few of my favorite ornaments. Here is the tree in its entirety:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413802187974446242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGwaApzDKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Rucv7caiMd0/s400/DSC02442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't really do an angel or a star because you can view our tree from 2 angles, from the front door and from the living room. I wouldn't know which way to face the angel or star! So, a bow, berries, flowers and pinecones work nicely around the top of the tree, I think. The tree topper:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413802196285123426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGwafnN62I/AAAAAAAAA0s/IMivuPhc4g4/s400/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm hoping to do some more decorating this weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7431667390396237217?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7431667390396237217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7431667390396237217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7431667390396237217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7431667390396237217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-well-little.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A Lot (well, a little) Like Christmas....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SyGtQ7Hk9lI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lQZtfzaCJGs/s72-c/DSC02431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-930816925852813482</id><published>2009-11-27T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:07:47.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for friends and family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was spent with some of my family at lunch and with some of Justin's family for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day before Thanksgiving with our good friends, the Helms.  Here are the little pilgrims and indians just before enjoying their feast. They made their own hats...so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SxA0mYP1oKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9cEL8sN7VYI/s1600/nov09+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408880986420519074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SxA0mYP1oKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9cEL8sN7VYI/s400/nov09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also made butter (with heavy cream, marbles and mason jars...shake,shake, shake) There's always an opprotunity to learn, which leads me to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SxA0l_I85_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/TKjJn27rFWo/s1600/nov09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408880979680749554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SxA0l_I85_I/AAAAAAAAAzE/TKjJn27rFWo/s400/nov09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I am thankful to have the opprotunity and priviledge to be at home with my kids and homeschool Anagrace.  Truly a  blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Thanksgiving festivities, my in-laws kept all of the kids to decorate her tree the next morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so thankful for a restful night's sleep&lt;/strong&gt; (no Black Friday shopping for me).  We didn't get out of the bed until after 10 a.m.!  I can't remember the last time that happened!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, off for a quick brunch date with my hubby before picking up the kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so thankful for Justin, for the moments we can share just the two of us, for our relationship that continues to deepen and sweeten with time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-930816925852813482?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/930816925852813482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=930816925852813482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/930816925852813482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/930816925852813482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am Thankful!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SxA0mYP1oKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/9cEL8sN7VYI/s72-c/nov09+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4096313786794375882</id><published>2009-11-25T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:16:00.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless (and Toothless) Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swdp0lpxjYI/AAAAAAAAAy8/32R1jWcaDcQ/s1600/nov09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406406229863009666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swdp0lpxjYI/AAAAAAAAAy8/32R1jWcaDcQ/s400/nov09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4096313786794375882?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4096313786794375882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4096313786794375882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4096313786794375882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4096313786794375882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-and-toothless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless (and Toothless) Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swdp0lpxjYI/AAAAAAAAAy8/32R1jWcaDcQ/s72-c/nov09+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-3271622075878924404</id><published>2009-11-23T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:41:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SwdlzQbas6I/AAAAAAAAAys/w4V4hq7ThpQ/s1600/oct09+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406401808939266978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SwdlzQbas6I/AAAAAAAAAys/w4V4hq7ThpQ/s400/oct09+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swdlzkpkx_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/KaQKXVtaCDE/s1600/oct09+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406401814367356914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swdlzkpkx_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/KaQKXVtaCDE/s400/oct09+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SwdlV24WAdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gs_Us3y8Fuw/s1600/oct09+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406401303865065938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SwdlV24WAdI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gs_Us3y8Fuw/s400/oct09+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anagrace and I made some cupcakes a few nights ago. Here is a cute video of all the kids enjoying the yumminess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f72055c2c1658a49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df72055c2c1658a49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D67B5745E66D245F963C1E6461FC7F3C3BEF556.719586C272B4C8F2DE5D66BF3303A483E06EE8CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df72055c2c1658a49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9wYxI5RX1BTAZAkPfpgx_fiRjxk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df72055c2c1658a49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D67B5745E66D245F963C1E6461FC7F3C3BEF556.719586C272B4C8F2DE5D66BF3303A483E06EE8CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df72055c2c1658a49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9wYxI5RX1BTAZAkPfpgx_fiRjxk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-3271622075878924404?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3271622075878924404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=3271622075878924404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3271622075878924404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3271622075878924404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SwdlzQbas6I/AAAAAAAAAys/w4V4hq7ThpQ/s72-c/oct09+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-556738595750265712</id><published>2009-11-20T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:40:47.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool Journey</title><content type='html'>It's funny how when mommies start friendships eventually we share our "birth stories" (or at least that's been the case with me). Well I have met a group of some new friends and we not only share the commonality of motherhood, but also the commonality of homeschooling. So, when 3 of us were hanging out a few weeks ago we shared our "homeschool stories" with eachother. I shared our homeschool story &lt;a href="http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-of-heart.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in case you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're about 3 months into our homeschool journey now. I get the question often "How's homeschooling?". I usually give a pretty short answer, especially if the person asking isn't a homeschooler too.  I guess I still fear that I am being judged or possibly that the person asking thinks they are being judged by me. But I know in my heart that we made the best decision for our family, and I know that is all that truly matters. Anagrace is doing great! Most days she really enjoys the schoolwork. Honestly, I think she loves the focused attention on her that schooling requires. After Ashton was born, most of my attention was focused on caring for the 2 boys. I knowingly or unknowingly expected Anagrace, being the oldest, to be as independent as possible. Homeschooling has given me and Anagrace the opportunity to spend some one-on-one time together and it has done &lt;em&gt;wonders&lt;/em&gt; for our relationship. I think that is what I am the most excited about with our journey so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, homeschooling is going great and I am so grateful for the opportunity. Sometimes I still can't believe that this is the path we've taken. Definitely an unplanned trip. But, usually those are the best ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share this picture...aren't they so cute, so focused doing their "work"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406394230195405810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swde6HaEw_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/x_B1TsdJwPk/s400/nov09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-556738595750265712?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/556738595750265712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=556738595750265712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/556738595750265712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/556738595750265712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/homeschool-journey.html' title='Homeschool Journey'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Swde6HaEw_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/x_B1TsdJwPk/s72-c/nov09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4131478154973042400</id><published>2009-11-09T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:18:29.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lists Already?!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Christmas is right around the corner.  It is officially &lt;a href="http://christmas.whipnet.net/kids/timeleft.html"&gt;this close&lt;/a&gt;! It seems that all of the marketing and media people just skip right over Thanksgiving.  (What a shame!  Thanksgiving is my personal favorite as far as holidays go.) There's even Christmas music on some radio stations already!  The excitement has already begun in my daughter.  She has asked when we get to make our Christmas lists.  Last year we went to Target and created a wishlist using their gift registry system.  It was really simple and she loved using the scanner gun.  It was great when grandparents asked "What do the kids want?"; I didn't have to rack my brain or worry about returning duplicate gifts.  Well, this year there seems to be only one thing Anagrace is hoping for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e8ef3806bd6d3b3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8ef3806bd6d3b3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA7EB487A05817121220E0A08CF2569E917079D9.551494246A915FB7B4FDE55636237947395C2DBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8ef3806bd6d3b3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0rjyGSs2waVWieZVbjthW4MjXH8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De8ef3806bd6d3b3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018790%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA7EB487A05817121220E0A08CF2569E917079D9.551494246A915FB7B4FDE55636237947395C2DBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De8ef3806bd6d3b3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0rjyGSs2waVWieZVbjthW4MjXH8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4131478154973042400?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4131478154973042400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4131478154973042400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4131478154973042400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4131478154973042400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-lists-already.html' title='Christmas Lists Already?!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-89565576355364520</id><published>2009-11-02T04:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:24:28.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>3 BUSY bees and 2 beekeepers had a Happy Halloween!  We hope you did too! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Su7PLCNQ5KI/AAAAAAAAAyU/E8RR15ww8bs/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399480791741818018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Su7PLCNQ5KI/AAAAAAAAAyU/E8RR15ww8bs/s400/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-89565576355364520?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/89565576355364520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=89565576355364520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/89565576355364520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/89565576355364520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Su7PLCNQ5KI/AAAAAAAAAyU/E8RR15ww8bs/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2048362817634631513</id><published>2009-10-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:12:08.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Big Boy!</title><content type='html'>Anderson is turning into such a big boy. His language has just exploded. He makes me laugh all the time at the funny things he says. Like when he sneezed today, Anagrace said thank you and he responded "Thanks, babe"!  And then when we picked him up from the church nursery today the volunteer said "Anderson said the funniest thing"; she explained that when asking if he needed his diaper changed he said "No, I just got gas"...You never know what he's going to say these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is sleeping in a big boy bed now, too. He looked so big in his crib. It was time to make the switch, especially since he had figured out how to escape! Now, he looks so small in that big bed. We used the top bunk of a disassemled bunk bed that we've been storing in our attic. It was great because it already had the rails on it to keep him from rolling out. Thankfully, it was a pretty easy transition.  He hasn't been getting out of the bed and leaving his room as I had feared. In the picture below you can barely see my little man in the new bed, under the blankets and in between all his stuffed animals!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396713473044295666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SuT6T4ter_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Exuxbq9bU58/s400/oct09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396712960828214994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SuT52EjpjtI/AAAAAAAAAxs/8nKDyCf3D4A/s400/oct09+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Yes, I did sneak into his room while he was sleeping to snap those pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anderson got a big boy haircut to complete his transformation! My grandma has trimmed his hair with scissors several times, but I took him to Doolittle's to have it cut with the electric clippers. He wasn't quite sure about that buzzing so close to his head, but thankfully the police car chair and movie playing right in front of him distracted him. I couldn't transfer the photo of him getting his hair cut from my phone to the computer.  But, check out the photos of the finished product:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396718534475503890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SuT-6gAt2RI/AAAAAAAAAyE/BG0bahWGv34/s400/oct09+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396718543938202882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SuT-7DQzLQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qJnXAoRtiMM/s400/oct09+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2048362817634631513?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2048362817634631513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2048362817634631513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2048362817634631513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2048362817634631513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-big-boy.html' title='What a Big Boy!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SuT6T4ter_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/Exuxbq9bU58/s72-c/oct09+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-8181263633393170786</id><published>2009-10-22T13:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:50:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>Grocery shopping.  It is not the easiest task with my three.  It's a "two man job" because I can't push the cart (or buggy as we say in the South) and the double stroller, and there is really no way to secure the boys in the buggy and still have room for the groceries!  I have thought about using a hip carrier for Ashton and fastening Anderson in the front seat of the buggy, but I don't know if that would work well or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday Grandma Joyce and I went shopping at ALDI. I love me some &lt;a href="http://www.aldifoods.com/index_ENU_HTML.htm"&gt;ALDI&lt;/a&gt;! You can save so much money shopping there. And I get in and out so quickly; I don't get "sucked in to the vortex" the way I seem to at Wal-Mart. Maybe it is because they don't have an abundance of brands competing for your attention? I'm not a "brand-aholic". There are a few things that I prefer to have name-brand. Heinz ketchup, Diet Caffiene-free Coke, Dunkin Donuts decaf coffee, Colgate toothpaste, and my various hair and beauty products; pretty much everything else I buy the cheapest I can find! And ALDI is pretty doggone cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought our basic breakfast and lunch items, plus everything I need for dinner for the next week or so. I am constantly trying to think of new things to cook for dinner. It seems like I always do the same ol', same old! The fall weather has inspired me to cook some new/old dishes that we haven't had in a while. Thought I'd share in case someone out there was thinking &lt;em&gt;"What should I do for dinner?"&lt;/em&gt; like I often do. So, here's our upcoming meals, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chili beans and Cornbread muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spaghetti with Italian Sausage, Salad, Garlic Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Loaded Potato Soup and Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baked Pork Chops, Rice and gravy, Green Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vegetable soup, Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Seasoned Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken and Dumplings with Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did you notice that Green Beans and Salad are my usual vegetable side? My husband is a picky eater, hates most veggies. Those are the two he will eat. I do sneak some extra veggies in sometimes , like adding pureed carrots to my spaghetti sauce. Anyone got anymore sneaky recipe ideas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I plan to make this week is &lt;a href="http://www.pamperedchef.com/our_products/recipesearch/recipedetail.jsp?recipeId=10068"&gt;Apple Crisp&lt;/a&gt;. We've got some leftover apples from our trip to the apple orchard, that if they don't get used soon will be completely inedible. Apple Crisp just has that great "fall taste" to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last food for thought...I think food occupies my thoughts far more than it should! I have been trying to eat better. I really want to lose some weight, but I am lacking in the self control department! I try to eat lean during the day and have a typical meal with the family at night. Having a picky husband, I can't cook "diet meals". Well, during the day I pick at the kids food too. If they don't finish their PB&amp;amp; J sandwich, I will. If there are a few goldfish crackers on the table, I won't let them go to waste. And then there are the fun treats we make or get that I know they'll enjoy...the pumpkin face cookies with icing, the jell-o jigglers with whipped cream and the soon-to-arrive Halloween candy, well, I share in the fun. I'm just going to have to get my "mind over matter" attitude when it comes to eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is my food for thought. Random, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-8181263633393170786?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8181263633393170786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=8181263633393170786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8181263633393170786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8181263633393170786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-for-thought_22.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-900859771999927786</id><published>2009-10-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:59:16.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fantasy Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>Justin and I went to IKEA on the busy weekend date I mentioned in a previous post. Well, that trip spurred me on to want to redecorate and update some of our furniture. Lately, I've been browsing IKEA's website and I've decided on the styles and fabrics of new living room furniture that I would like to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red L-shaped sofa to add seating and style:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392639814365147522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/StaBVvjc8YI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ah9zrHwtgEU/s400/ikea+sofa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue checked Chair and a half, which folds out into a bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392639371309004994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/StaA79CouMI/AAAAAAAAAxc/9eZAY2GbgKI/s400/ikea+chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And the pillow that would tie the two fabrics together, of course I'd need several of these in different shapes and styles:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392639025761377810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/StaAn1xqXhI/AAAAAAAAAxM/VnAKu_sYUmQ/s400/ikea+pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt; What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe my wishlist will become a Christmas list!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-900859771999927786?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/900859771999927786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=900859771999927786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/900859771999927786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/900859771999927786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fantasy-shopping-spree.html' title='My Fantasy Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/StaBVvjc8YI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ah9zrHwtgEU/s72-c/ikea+sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7613981249197949375</id><published>2009-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:00:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspSLjJhAlI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EGGYP70x3vA/s1600-h/oct09+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389210262469411410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspSLjJhAlI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EGGYP70x3vA/s400/oct09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7613981249197949375?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7613981249197949375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7613981249197949375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7613981249197949375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7613981249197949375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspSLjJhAlI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EGGYP70x3vA/s72-c/oct09+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6718029568612493570</id><published>2009-10-05T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:41:33.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Weekend With Friends</title><content type='html'>Friday: Trip to Windy Hill Apple Orchard. Disappointed and Discouraged. Called ahead to see if we needed reservations for 4 mothers and 14 children (wow...I know). "No" they said, "just let us know when you arrive". They did not tell me that they no longer do hayrides, tell the Johnny Appleseed story in character, or give out samples of fresh apple juice and a donut. We learned that upon arrival. Anderson didn't understand why we didn't ride a big green tractor. Anagrace didn't understand why a pet pig was not a good idea. The baby piggies were very cute, but I assured her that they would grow up to look like their not-so-cute mother! Picked apples, looked at the farm animals and had a picnic lunch. Although it wasn't the trip we had envisioned, it was still a fun time with friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200656797751954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspJcbO7WpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AE7qI5mTUGw/s400/oct09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dickson and Anagrace ready to fill their bags with apples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389200658840821602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspJci2CH2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/uEWDd4V-6OQ/s400/oct09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anderson contemplating taking a bite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDF489SuI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3g1t1RG7JkU/s1600-h/oct09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193672568687330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDF489SuI/AAAAAAAAAuU/3g1t1RG7JkU/s400/oct09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Anagrace reaching high for her apple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193679282137650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDGR9kajI/AAAAAAAAAuc/HDvXaNTOdMo/s400/oct09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gracie and the goat showing their best profile for the camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDFULbsHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/TPgJtiuRR80/s1600-h/oct09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193662697287794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDFULbsHI/AAAAAAAAAuM/TPgJtiuRR80/s400/oct09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gracie and Emma, aot sure what those expressions are about?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389197444846744402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspGhdyIc1I/AAAAAAAAAus/cjlbxpkURzA/s400/oct09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviously a heavy bag of apples&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDE8KA1RI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kqsKYcQa-Zs/s1600-h/oct09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389193656248882450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspDE8KA1RI/AAAAAAAAAuE/kqsKYcQa-Zs/s400/oct09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;About 31/2 feet tall this Fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389197457296662962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspGiMKbIbI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Ftpozd2232k/s400/oct09+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cute baby chicks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389197451296088722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspGh1zxopI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5SGUVrm2Was/s400/oct09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cuter baby pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Justin and I ran the 5k Race for the Cure in downtown. We ran it with our friends from church, Mandy and Byron. (didn't take my camera to get a picture of the 4 of us, bummer) Now, I do not consider myself a runner. I did run track in high school, but the longest event I competed in was 400 meters. We finished in about 36 minutes. Justin definitely could have finished quicker, but he waited on me. It was his idea for us "to do something together". We spent the rest of the day just the two of us (The kids spent the day with their Grammie...thanks, Grammie!). We enjoyed the gorgeous fall weather by riding all over Charlotte in the Jeep. We stopped by a church Fall Festival in the Mountain Island Lake area to look at their car show, then ventured over to IKEA in Concord for lunch and shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389205820545427586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspOI_sT6II/AAAAAAAAAv0/vrUR8MFkCIY/s400/oct09+024_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A post race photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389290394241137058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsqbD1Qq-aI/AAAAAAAAAwM/VYv_bv4LJSY/s400/July09+078%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A photo of Justin's Jeep with the kids' jeep.  (I guess you're never too old for toys)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sunday: We went to the best church ever! If you are looking for a church in the Charlotte area, visit &lt;a href="http://www.elevationchurch.org/"&gt;Elevation&lt;/a&gt;! We've decided to start attending the Uptown location. We have been going to the Providence location for 2 years now. Although I feel that the move to Uptown is the right choice, it didn't feel like "home" at the new location. I'm sure that will come with time. During the sermon, the guest pastor said something along the lines that God will call you to the unfamiliar to reach your true potential. UmHmm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate lunch with our dear friends, the Helms after the service. It was a gorgeous fall day, so we walked a few blocks to Fuel pizza. The kids had a great time playing with the dough and hanging out on the patio. Then we were off to our other dear friends, the Massey's house to celebrate their precious baby girl's first birthday! I can't believe our littlest ones, our babies, are one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204288913701858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspMv162e-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/jOmqCkx6G_I/s400/oct09+033_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mommies...Amy, Dawn and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204314607179122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspMxVop1XI/AAAAAAAAAvs/OnmL7phYFbk/s400/oct09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mommies with all the one-year-olds...it was a difficult photo to get!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204304891002450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspMwxcIvlI/AAAAAAAAAvk/wFCxo4Dua78/s400/oct09+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashton hugging on Mallory...can I get a collective "Awww"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389207758501373234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspP5zJA5TI/AAAAAAAAAv8/bE1YZBYAjvk/s400/oct09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracie and Jordyn, friends forever&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389204299186243426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspMwcMBB2I/AAAAAAAAAvc/mFHek3HffZk/s400/oct09+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The beautiful birthday baby, Jaelyn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a wonderful weekend with friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6718029568612493570?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6718029568612493570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6718029568612493570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6718029568612493570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6718029568612493570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-weekend-with-friends.html' title='Wonderful Weekend With Friends'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SspJcbO7WpI/AAAAAAAAAvE/AE7qI5mTUGw/s72-c/oct09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7789511916079575876</id><published>2009-09-30T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:18:11.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsQAy3IokpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pKphToKKArI/s1600-h/lattaplantation09+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387431928035578514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsQAy3IokpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pKphToKKArI/s400/lattaplantation09+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on our first field trip of our homeschool year. It was "Homeschool Day" at &lt;a href="http://www.lattaplantation.org/"&gt;Latta Plantation&lt;/a&gt;. I went with my girlfriend (since the 3rd grade) and her 3 children. Two mothers, 6 children (3 of them still in diapers), one mini van, 6 hours....and *surprise* we had a wonderful time! The big kids enjoyed learning about life on the plantation in the early 19th century including cotton picking, bee keeping, wood chopping, fire starting, and candle making. The younger kids mostly enjoyed the animals. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387430985482081378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsP_7_2XlGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tU7a8odnd3E/s320/lattaplantation09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387430974791971474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsP_7YBpcpI/AAAAAAAAAtU/IYu_JLfDwfA/s320/lattaplantation09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387432637528825122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsQBcKNAXSI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZJWdTat5ZIs/s400/lattaplantation09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387430997891394546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsP_8uE-q_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/JMJlYvfX47A/s320/lattaplantation09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387429658848043730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsP-uxwKotI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Uh4sMfdKZ5g/s320/lattaplantation09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387429650975404050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsP-uUbLsBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/K-zHZi_QGjU/s320/lattaplantation09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7789511916079575876?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7789511916079575876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7789511916079575876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7789511916079575876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7789511916079575876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-first-field-trip.html' title='Our First Field Trip'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SsQAy3IokpI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pKphToKKArI/s72-c/lattaplantation09+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-1876361928469673830</id><published>2009-09-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:16:54.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Green Tractor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sr1_JLqbLOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/fwOx-I36myk/s1600-h/sept09+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385600525131263202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sr1_JLqbLOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/fwOx-I36myk/s400/sept09+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one of Anderson's favorite things of the moment (borderline obsessive) and the title of his favorite song. I think it's pretty humorous that there is acutally a song about a tractor! But since there is and he loves tractors, he loves the song. It's so cute to hear him sing it while he's playing and thinks no one is listening. Well, I found a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjwAucpiC6Q"&gt;video on youtube &lt;/a&gt;that plays the song and a slide show of lots of different tractors. He was beyond excited. I lost count of how many times he watched it! I had to take a video of him during one of those viewings. Because it wasn't the first time it doesn't show his true excitement, but it's still pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fe28d13f9964cda" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fe28d13f9964cda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DF0FEA43692C908382D0624ED3454FE5AD3F4E4.3423F9CC762140E542FFF1CDD0D4DD4133151542%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fe28d13f9964cda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-BAx-vyOqFHU8me8XrAvpaURMH4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fe28d13f9964cda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DF0FEA43692C908382D0624ED3454FE5AD3F4E4.3423F9CC762140E542FFF1CDD0D4DD4133151542%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fe28d13f9964cda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-BAx-vyOqFHU8me8XrAvpaURMH4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-1876361928469673830?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1876361928469673830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=1876361928469673830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1876361928469673830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1876361928469673830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-green-tractor.html' title='Big Green Tractor'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sr1_JLqbLOI/AAAAAAAAAs8/fwOx-I36myk/s72-c/sept09+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-9147960686323565856</id><published>2009-09-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:00:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Help" with Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbrbB3wfiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gz7UTtJEf3E/s1600-h/sept09+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383749254159302178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbrbB3wfiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gz7UTtJEf3E/s400/sept09+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since buying our home about 4 years ago, Justin and I have concentrated on remodeling and renovating the inside of our house and have kind of neglected the outside. We both want to do some serious yard work this fall to get the outside of our home in better shape. First, we're going to try to grow some grass. Justin has this crazy idea for rain barrels. He bought 4 empty sealed plastic barrels from a guy selling them through craigslist. We'll just have to see how that turns out! This past weekend he aerated and seeded our back yard. The kids wanted to "help". Ashton wanted to ride on the lawn mower with Daddy. Anagrace and Anderson followed them in their jeep. We were hoping that they weren't packing down the newly plugged and loosened soil! It was pretty funny to watch though, which you can do here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-935f007eafa0211" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0935f007eafa0211%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23B6687576676542F4F889FBD533460CAE81A970.7940C8FF343F5D54EE0920DC7BC75C3FF9FD7CF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D935f007eafa0211%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYLGx-_mYDUwivWuZFLrS92HwN8s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0935f007eafa0211%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23B6687576676542F4F889FBD533460CAE81A970.7940C8FF343F5D54EE0920DC7BC75C3FF9FD7CF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D935f007eafa0211%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYLGx-_mYDUwivWuZFLrS92HwN8s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-9147960686323565856?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9147960686323565856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=9147960686323565856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/9147960686323565856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/9147960686323565856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-with-yard-work.html' title='&quot;Help&quot; with Yard Work'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbrbB3wfiI/AAAAAAAAAs0/gz7UTtJEf3E/s72-c/sept09+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2425235982563815576</id><published>2009-09-23T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T07:07:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbnXC3KsnI/AAAAAAAAAss/OAIyumKEnic/s1600-h/DSC02209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383744787659272818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbnXC3KsnI/AAAAAAAAAss/OAIyumKEnic/s320/DSC02209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2425235982563815576?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2425235982563815576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2425235982563815576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2425235982563815576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2425235982563815576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbnXC3KsnI/AAAAAAAAAss/OAIyumKEnic/s72-c/DSC02209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-1144195196655405180</id><published>2009-09-19T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:52:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of the Birthday Festivities</title><content type='html'>Well, we had 2 parties for Anagrace's birthday. One on Wednesday, her actual birthdate, with our family. Grandparents, great-grandparents, aunt, uncles and cousins met at Captain Steve's fishcamp (one of Anagrace's favorites) to celebrate her 6th birthday. She was very happy about her Ariel cake and super excited about all of the girly gifts! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWkbbGuMtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/c_NfiMgNSCQ/s1600-h/sept09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383389720630670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWkbbGuMtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/c_NfiMgNSCQ/s400/sept09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383387206550894242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWiJFbZNqI/AAAAAAAAArE/vS6uLlC1pl4/s400/sept09+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With PawPaw Keith, my dad, and her new Barbie fishing rod:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjN6tWZbI/AAAAAAAAArs/8PbErAuSlg8/s1600-h/sept09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388389084390834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjN6tWZbI/AAAAAAAAArs/8PbErAuSlg8/s320/sept09+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Papaw and Grammie, Justin's parents, and her little brothers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjNSZiP8I/AAAAAAAAArk/EbFmfGJNIDw/s1600-h/sept09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388378263863234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjNSZiP8I/AAAAAAAAArk/EbFmfGJNIDw/s320/sept09+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her cousins, Parker and Mekayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjMhgVreI/AAAAAAAAArU/AaZUF4ECuU0/s1600-h/sept09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388365139062242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjMhgVreI/AAAAAAAAArU/AaZUF4ECuU0/s320/sept09+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nana and Pa, my grandparents, and her Polly Pocket swimming pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjOeMdfzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uW0uAEXzKNY/s1600-h/sept09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388398610120498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjOeMdfzI/AAAAAAAAAr0/uW0uAEXzKNY/s320/sept09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Bebe, my mom (who must have dozed off), with her Password Journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjM2vAXZI/AAAAAAAAArc/U_JL38UAkGw/s1600-h/sept09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388370837724562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWjM2vAXZI/AAAAAAAAArc/U_JL38UAkGw/s320/sept09+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Grandma Joyce, Justin's grandmother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383391026847944418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWlndJMDuI/AAAAAAAAAsE/7l0LxeLiV3c/s320/sept09+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we had a party for just her friends. She wanted a "dress up" party complete with make-up, manicures, dresses and a sleepover! (We did all of that plus made charm bracelets and personalized crowns, and watched "Princess Protection Program") We invited 3 girlfriends and 2 boyfriends (friends that are boys, that is!). The boys were to be there a little after the girls so that they could do all of the girly primping, and their invitations asked them to serve as "photographers" for the fashion show (and weren't invited to the sleepover). Well, unfortunately due to sickness, vacation and other plans only two of the girls invited could come and only one could stay the night. Gracie was not as disappointed as I would have expected, and she still had a fantastic time! Here's the proof:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730292165204834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbaLS8EW2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/U9MFcUZjS08/s320/sept09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730318914979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbaM2lthiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZceMuamY6U0/s320/sept09+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730302726185202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbaL6SAIPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/NV6Zt3tDXJE/s320/sept09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730309426957330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrbaMTPlzBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/sjAYPcG5Dck/s320/sept09+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-1144195196655405180?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1144195196655405180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=1144195196655405180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1144195196655405180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1144195196655405180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos-of-birthday-festivities.html' title='Photos of the Birthday Festivities'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrWkbbGuMtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/c_NfiMgNSCQ/s72-c/sept09+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7075620601392841684</id><published>2009-09-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:28:08.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily Anagrace is 6!!!</title><content type='html'>Then, on her first birthday:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrFU6o1PQdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZQcYotCFfdg/s1600-h/scan0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176396054315474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrFU6o1PQdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZQcYotCFfdg/s400/scan0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, on her sixth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrFUYX7d8CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Zg_ASVL69cw/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382175807401488418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrFUYX7d8CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Zg_ASVL69cw/s400/DSC02239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe how grown up she is.  In one way, she still seems like my baby.  Only yesterday I was holding her, rocking her, singing her special song, my tiny daughter.  In another way, it seems that she is so grown up, too grown up.  She is so helpful and considerate, so smart and inquisitive...sometimes it is hard to believe that she is only six.  I am so proud of her.  I am so grateful for her.  And in those gorgeous blue eyes of hers I am still in awe, as much as I was on the first day I saw her.  Now, I have so many more reasons to be amazed...she has grown into such a lovely young lady, inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Lily Anagrace!  I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7075620601392841684?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7075620601392841684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7075620601392841684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7075620601392841684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7075620601392841684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/lily-anagrace-is-6.html' title='Lily Anagrace is 6!!!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SrFU6o1PQdI/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZQcYotCFfdg/s72-c/scan0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6262303619391997662</id><published>2009-08-26T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:00:09.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SpRR6mv8q_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/XtieFFd2-Tg/s1600-h/DSC01757_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374010322635762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SpRR6mv8q_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/XtieFFd2-Tg/s400/DSC01757_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6262303619391997662?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6262303619391997662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6262303619391997662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6262303619391997662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6262303619391997662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday_26.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SpRR6mv8q_I/AAAAAAAAAqc/XtieFFd2-Tg/s72-c/DSC01757_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7978048486735990876</id><published>2009-08-18T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:51:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Playroom...and soon-to-be School Room</title><content type='html'>We finally have a playroom...a place to put the abundance of toys we have accumulated and a place that the kids can play as loud as they want and we can shut the doors! Although it was a lot of work, in my opinion, it's the best thing we've done to the house so far. We took out the humongous sliding glass doors leading from our living room to the back porch and replaced them with small french doors and sheet rock walls. That gave us more wall space, which needed to be painted, in the living area. (I now daydream about new furniture to arrange on the new wall space!). We completely re-did the walls and ceiling on the back porch; new studs, framed the new windows, then sheet rock. We painted one wall a deep red wine color and the other 3 a beige color. The decking was covered with subflooring and then frise' carpet and trimmed out with new base molding. Here's some pictures of the transformation of our screened porch to our playroom :&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371462380956179394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotEk4VEW8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Ne7wePmEbac/s320/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371462384877958034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotElG8F85I/AAAAAAAAAo8/JfcuqXiLDq4/s320/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371462401678963746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotEmFhw9CI/AAAAAAAAApM/ELG6MCDK3Dc/s320/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371462393277410034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotElmOravI/AAAAAAAAApE/YHhVlryMDDQ/s320/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466550841728802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotIXmXQXyI/AAAAAAAAApk/RxY6DjGgcik/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466545087732594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotIXQ7ZW3I/AAAAAAAAApc/KoFNie8L7Ow/s320/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467698273813874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotJaY4YhXI/AAAAAAAAAps/pQdV8sYA_s4/s320/August09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467701330579186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotJakRLDvI/AAAAAAAAAp0/mKUcwIeWfEU/s320/August09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the entertainment center I found on craigslist for $45!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371468153184714658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotJ03jl_6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/PQgFgXuH1dA/s320/August09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is an old cabinet I painted and found storage baskets to fit in it to store toys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371468161921214226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotJ1YGiZxI/AAAAAAAAAqM/yL5sJaol7X8/s320/August09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And on this wall,  I am planning to put a large desk and chair, a small desk and chair, and shelving/storage to be our "homeschool area".  (Right now we are using the dining room table)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467711187235970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotJbI_LtII/AAAAAAAAAp8/NMg4852b-Vc/s320/August09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll post photos of the "school room"...hopefully soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7978048486735990876?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7978048486735990876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7978048486735990876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7978048486735990876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7978048486735990876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/playroomand-soon-to-be-school-room.html' title='The Playroom...and soon-to-be School Room'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SotEk4VEW8I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Ne7wePmEbac/s72-c/DSC01687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4672132127810867537</id><published>2009-08-15T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:40:26.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Heart</title><content type='html'>I have been filled with joy and excitement lately. Mainly because of 2 pretty drastic incidences of a change of heart in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first instance occured several weeks back, more than a month ago. Justin said out of the blue one night that he "may be okay with the thought of a 4th child....down the road". I've shared here on my blog, &lt;a href="http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-ready-to-think-about-retirement.html"&gt;maybe too much information&lt;/a&gt;, about Justin's thoughts on more children. We were at an impasse. I decided to let it go for now. After all, I am not in any hurry for another child! It is definately a ways down the road, but I have just felt in my heart that we will have another baby someday. Although I made a decision to never voice this to Justin again, as it came to my mind I would pray about it; that God would change my heart or his so that we would have peace about it. I was absolutely shocked when Justin told me about his change of heart! That was the first indication that God has some amazing things in store for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second change of heart was two-fold. Last year, when pregnant with Ashton I was so nervous about life with 3 little ones. I wished that Anagrace was able attend kindergarten that year. thought it would have been the best thing for us, but it just was not to be. She missed the birthday cut-off by 15 days. But, boy did I wish...no hesitation in my heart. But as the date approached for Anagrace's kindergarten registration, I felt hesitation creeping in. At first I thought it was the typical "Mama's first baby leaving the nest into the big world syndrome". The thought of homeschooling came to my mind. Craziness. Absolute craziness. My best friend from high school homeschools. I remember when she made that decision several years ago thinking that it was absurd. I would never in a million years have thought that I'd consider homeschooling. Then as the thoughts of homeschooling were on my mind , I came in contact with more and more people who had made the decision themselves. Dear friends, people at the gym, my community group leader. And after voicing the thought to Justin, he met a customer whose family homeschools. I didn't consider any of this as a coincidence. After much prayer and consideration, I really felt like homeschooling was the best choice for Anagrace...for various reasons. However, Justin did not feel the same. He was against the idea from the start. We had multiple conversations, almost debates, but they were never arguements. I finally told him one night that I considered the decision to be his. We both obviously want what is best for Anagrace, but disagree on what that it. I think that allowed him to consider it a little more. That as his decision, he should look at both angles a little more in depth. To my surprise, he began researching homeschooling on his own. Long story short, we have decided to homeschool. And I am so happy about it! I don't know for how long. I'm not determined to have her home until graduation or anything like that. But, I feel like this is what we are supposed to be doing now. And I am at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Change of Heart, Answered Prayer. Anticipation of what is around the corner, I have a feeling there are more surprises in store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**An added note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anagrace is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; excited about her "new teacher" and getting started homeschooling.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370385682989904930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SodxUz109CI/AAAAAAAAAos/6LUq4mn8KWM/s400/DSC02174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4672132127810867537?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4672132127810867537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4672132127810867537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4672132127810867537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4672132127810867537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of Heart'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SodxUz109CI/AAAAAAAAAos/6LUq4mn8KWM/s72-c/DSC02174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6710018981130347594</id><published>2009-08-12T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:32:33.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SoLST8JCcoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-I7M7d-Kr24/s1600-h/DSC02168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369084945782436482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SoLST8JCcoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-I7M7d-Kr24/s400/DSC02168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369084953395417554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SoLSUYgHUdI/AAAAAAAAAok/8iqqNfQrY1o/s400/DSC02170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6710018981130347594?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6710018981130347594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6710018981130347594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6710018981130347594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6710018981130347594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SoLST8JCcoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-I7M7d-Kr24/s72-c/DSC02168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7964242780282948923</id><published>2009-08-01T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:16:14.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did over summer vacation....</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that summer is almost over! School starts here on August 19th. (I've got some exciting news about that, but I'll save it for another post.) I'm sure lots of students will be chatting and or writing about their summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures of the highlight of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; summer.....&lt;strong&gt;Disney World!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyone could see us coming...one double stroller for the boys and a single for Anagrace. Here they are lined up in front of the "Epcot Ball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365546324606132194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnY_9FANH-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/zfIhMwEhIfk/s320/July09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545554549373858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnY_QQUXe6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/tuNL6aquJNk/s320/July09+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548998720091650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnZCYu2p9gI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hPU9A6sm9m8/s320/Disney+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton enjoyed getting out of the stroller and crawling around on the play areas. He would sit on our laps on the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365029005551147106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRpdJWLGGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/XOWM_GcdlK8/s320/Disney+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone loved the aquarium at Epcot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365553022336133874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnZGC7_eavI/AAAAAAAAAoM/uoNo54Vdr5k/s320/July09+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love this picture with the three of them in a row, hands on the glass, watching the dolphin swim by.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnY_Qg5x0vI/AAAAAAAAAnc/m64SZp8D6S0/s1600-h/July09+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545559001256690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnY_Qg5x0vI/AAAAAAAAAnc/m64SZp8D6S0/s320/July09+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are in the shark's mouth from &lt;em&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/em&gt; (Anderson's favorite movie. He calls him "Meeno").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365032864901449986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRs9yi_SQI/AAAAAAAAAnM/oGMtSpSoEXc/s320/July09+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Anagrace with one of here favorite movie characters, Ariel. We waited an hour to see her! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365030031167160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRqY2EFglI/AAAAAAAAAmk/euhmV2Vx6Yw/s320/Disney+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anagrace was borderline obsessed with getting character's signitures in her autograph book. Anderson was somewhat apprehensive about posing with or hugging them. Check out his expression beside Minnie! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRqZoFRyUI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Wl2O8xaJLE4/s1600-h/Disney+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365030044593932610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRqZoFRyUI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Wl2O8xaJLE4/s320/Disney+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anagrace and I really loved the shows... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365032863829800914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRs9ujfN9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/MYd21njzKgw/s320/Disney+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365030038653057682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnRqZR83OpI/AAAAAAAAAm0/9imtH2lLkUI/s320/Disney+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the parades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365549007718829634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnZCZQYHzkI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1XWJSB8Ou7E/s320/Disney+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365549002246994834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnZCY7_iO5I/AAAAAAAAAn8/oL0RMkJz7Vk/s320/Disney+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will go back oneday! Perhaps, not in the during the summer! Despite the heat, we had a wonderful time and will definately make a trip to see the castle and all the magic that comes along with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365555252537947186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnZIEwJBdDI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Vt3b8rbAsRw/s400/Disney+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7964242780282948923?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7964242780282948923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7964242780282948923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7964242780282948923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7964242780282948923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-i-did-over-summer-vacation.html' title='What I did over summer vacation....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SnY_9FANH-I/AAAAAAAAAnk/zfIhMwEhIfk/s72-c/July09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4876531493824026886</id><published>2009-07-17T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:22:03.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashton is One Year Old?!</title><content type='html'>It was a year ago today that Ashton Price Prevette was born. And he has rocked our world from the get go! I was not sure what to expect having babies 14 months apart. I thought it would be rough, and it has been. But it is so totally worth it! Ashton Price is priceless! The tremendous love I feel for my baby boy is crazy! He is a "cuddlebug" and a mama's boy through and through. I'm okay with that! He is sweet as can be, flashing his toothy grin, but he is also a bit fiesty. I guess you have to be with 2 older siblings! I've seen his temper flare up a few times...I didn't know that babies could have tempers at such a young age until I had Ashton! In general though, he is a happy boy. He watches his big brother and big sister and tries to do everything they do. He is a bit of a climber and a daredevil! He took a few steps this week. With his walk- behind toy he does really well ; he just laughs at himself as he scoots across the floor. He's got the cutest laugh and kind of a deep voice for a baby! He can say daddy (and it's not dada it's da-deeeee), mama, no-no, whoa, dog, hey. He is a waving fanatic! He waves at everything and everyone. He has a variety of waves that he uses...the wrist-twisting wave, the finger- wiggling wave and his favorite the arm straight-up-beside-his-ear-stationary-hand wave. All are equally cute. So, if you see him soon make sure to wave and tell him "hi" and "happy birthday". I'm sure he'll wave back and flash you his adorable grin. Speaking of his adorableness (I know that's not a word, but how else can you describe these past 12 months): &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;July, In the hospital:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359223621212608210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_JfTZCltI/AAAAAAAAAj8/jOmtxCl0Lzo/s320/july08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; August, One month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359224883920735490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_KozWHjQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/UlYimkEFQwQ/s320/july08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;September,Two months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359398894266493042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SmBo5iZgKHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/UoEak-e7Dj4/s320/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;October,Three months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359230005432099426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_PS6dlImI/AAAAAAAAAkk/RkQGqwj_oyg/s320/oct08+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;November, Four months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232374436353266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_RczsNVPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kmWzycvDWz8/s320/dec08%26jan09+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; December, Five months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359402719890495394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SmBsYN9V16I/AAAAAAAAAmE/zvzM1JZ078A/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;January, Six months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232379213170482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_RdFfFxzI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cJ9wwRcFl6I/s320/dec08%26jan09+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February, Seven months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232389594703314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_RdsKPZdI/AAAAAAAAAlE/ivKU-nM0JAE/s320/feb%26march09+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March, Eight months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359232393714283010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_Rd7gbMgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/A7lHHZxdBWY/s320/feb%26march09+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;April, Nine months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359234513288768226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_TZTiXKuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wSjjsdKo36Q/s320/feb%26march09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May, Ten months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359256224170765186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_nJC3_64I/AAAAAAAAAlk/F5SrDtwiehA/s320/kids+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;June, Eleven months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359256235849166066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_nJuYWLPI/AAAAAAAAAls/5XpCIBCpWY0/s320/kids+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;July, Twelve months:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359398224698209602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SmBoSkD-9UI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cYVW8-L7uyM/s320/july09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4876531493824026886?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4876531493824026886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4876531493824026886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4876531493824026886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4876531493824026886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/ashton-is-one-year-old.html' title='Ashton is One Year Old?!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sl_JfTZCltI/AAAAAAAAAj8/jOmtxCl0Lzo/s72-c/july08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7968930249798585193</id><published>2009-06-13T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:37:51.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought I'd share....</title><content type='html'>I just bid on a pair of vintage cowboy boots on ebay. I am planning to wear them with a cute sundress (yet to be found) to the Rascal Flatts concert in August. Funny story about how we got those tickets. I was surfing the internet while Justin was napping on the couch one afternoon. I came across the tickets really cheap. I poked him in the arm and asked him if it was okay to buy them. He asked "how much are they?" and after I told him he said "yes". By his response, I assumed he was awake. Nope, he was talking to me in his sleep. He did not even remember the conversation until days later when I brought up my excitement about the concert! I had a good laugh about that one. Now, he's laughing at me bidding on the boots. All I have to say is "boots were made for walking"...."keep laughing, mister!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7968930249798585193?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7968930249798585193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7968930249798585193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7968930249798585193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7968930249798585193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-thought-id-share.html' title='Just thought I&apos;d share....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2214188492046002126</id><published>2009-06-07T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:43:00.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Lacking in Things to Say, Just Time to Say It!</title><content type='html'>It seems that once a month is my trend for blogging.  I really can't seem to find the time to write a post.  I know it's lame.  I have lots that I want to talk about.  I even have a few half-written posts in my draft folder.  And sadly, there are pictures in my digital camera that were taken with the intentions of posting.  But, I just never get it done.  Our life really seems to be in warp speed.  The kids seem to keep growing faster and faster.  They are seriously giving me a run for my money!  Here are a few of the things (in addition to my usual busyness)  that have occured the past few weeks to kept me busy and away from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson has figured out how to unlock the deadbolt and allow himself, his baby brother and the cats out of the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace decided it would be fun to dump baby powder in her bed and on her floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton likes to climb, yes CLIMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson likes to open up our pantry, help himself to a snack and make messes.  His favorite thing to get is the PAM which he has sprayed on the hardwood floors and in Ashton's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unnamed child wiped poop on a dresser.  (My least favorite of all of the messes I've had to clean!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace decided to "trim" her doll's hair and hide the evidence in the pockets of her clothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton's favorite game is "I can turn over the cats' water dish when Mommy forgets to put it up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson almost swallowed a quarter and I believe he was mildly electricuted by unplugging a power cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the boys are getting teeth.  One word: WHINEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just a few of the things the children are doing to grow my patience.  All of that plus the usual mommy duties: laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, exercising, taking to preschool/gymnastics, home remodeling projects, yardwork...and the list goes on.  Blogging really was a fun thing for me at one time.  And I want to get back to it.  I'm thinking I may have to pick a day of the week, that night, as a time dedicated to blogging.  Then at least it will be once a week instead of once a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2214188492046002126?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2214188492046002126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2214188492046002126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2214188492046002126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2214188492046002126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-lacking-in-things-to-say-just-time.html' title='Not Lacking in Things to Say, Just Time to Say It!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5617138841695430679</id><published>2009-05-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:19:50.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Grow Up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG-7VcVo0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/LJ7cUgzyFRE/s1600-h/DSC01868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337256959988310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG-7VcVo0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/LJ7cUgzyFRE/s320/DSC01868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG915MH7WI/AAAAAAAAAjs/C5VRFT9HtC8/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337255766993136994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG915MH7WI/AAAAAAAAAjs/C5VRFT9HtC8/s400/DSC01859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG9mOuVwuI/AAAAAAAAAjk/b5b6x4yKVow/s1600-h/DSC01860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337255497895887586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG9mOuVwuI/AAAAAAAAAjk/b5b6x4yKVow/s400/DSC01860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anagrace had her Pre-Kindergarten graduation ceremony last week. She looked all grown-up on stage. All by herself at the microphone at the front of the stage while the other pre-K students sang background, she sang her solos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf37044af0f8d189" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf37044af0f8d189%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9FA0C0623EF1808A24AFFED9664DF9835AAE5B.4A0E2451CD8D1FA71647CEDBAA7B58EEE1C3C791%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf37044af0f8d189%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS4pNJXIzshZ1A0oqT3ecWI2rnWk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf37044af0f8d189%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D9FA0C0623EF1808A24AFFED9664DF9835AAE5B.4A0E2451CD8D1FA71647CEDBAA7B58EEE1C3C791%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf37044af0f8d189%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS4pNJXIzshZ1A0oqT3ecWI2rnWk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Months of the Year Macarena &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2874225a37b44bdb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2874225a37b44bdb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D70B745605845B03BABB580ECA61874AE22E15A.18E8D1F4E1BAB5AB9910C26A13806B268EEC051B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2874225a37b44bdb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCHRBPC4nP9wUZd7WlVlZqzF6YR4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2874225a37b44bdb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D70B745605845B03BABB580ECA61874AE22E15A.18E8D1F4E1BAB5AB9910C26A13806B268EEC051B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2874225a37b44bdb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCHRBPC4nP9wUZd7WlVlZqzF6YR4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so proud of her. She has learned so much this year. She loves to learn. And she was able to show us some of what she learned that night. And &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; learned something &lt;em&gt;about &lt;/em&gt;her too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42bc5c04d3f9d9b8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42bc5c04d3f9d9b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FE144825489FB500E54069D88C9DCA3F24B1F7E.1EF9D6D7762786A90E01D4F377CC2775CC54C874%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42bc5c04d3f9d9b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtJbNidolKlwQX334aKldNCpJoDg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42bc5c04d3f9d9b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FE144825489FB500E54069D88C9DCA3F24B1F7E.1EF9D6D7762786A90E01D4F377CC2775CC54C874%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42bc5c04d3f9d9b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtJbNidolKlwQX334aKldNCpJoDg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Anagrace Prevette, and when I grow up I want to be a ROCK STAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5617138841695430679?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2874225a37b44bdb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42bc5c04d3f9d9b8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf37044af0f8d189&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5617138841695430679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5617138841695430679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5617138841695430679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5617138841695430679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ShG-7VcVo0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/LJ7cUgzyFRE/s72-c/DSC01868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6105526485718490273</id><published>2009-05-01T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:29:50.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anderson Jude is TWO!</title><content type='html'>My firstborn son is two years old today! I cannot believe it! He is an absolute joy to our family. He is such an easy-going guy. He has a funny personality and loves making us laugh...which he does quite often. He is starting to talk so much now. I like to hear him put 2 and 3 words together to make a sentence. "Daddy choo-choo out" was his request for Justin to get his train out of the box. "I like car" was the only line in a song he made up...he sang it over and over and danced like a character on Charlie Brown. He is intrigued by all things with wheels, but he is especially fond of firetrucks and tractors and trains. He makes engine noises with his food as he pushes it along the tray. He is feeding himself now and he's pretty good with using the fork and spoon. He is becoming more and more independent. But, he is still a sweet, cuddly fellow. He likes to crawl up in our lap to look at a book, watch Barney or Elmo, or to rock before bedtime. I hope he never outgrows the hugs and kisses for Mommy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday, Anderson Jude....we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935560962526482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SftJpe-rTRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/06ICIJRIuQE/s400/Anderson+05-2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anderson ready to go home from the hospital.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330936407701274162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SftKaxU7PjI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jpOrYGdGKAA/s400/anderson%27s+1st+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anderson posing for his 1st birthday photo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330938491644979682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SftMUEn0qeI/AAAAAAAAAjM/TkR2DzmVDrA/s320/april09+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anderson wearing his sister's necklace, listening to the ipod with his beloved "pass".&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330939037292336930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SftMz1USlyI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jHJAnjDxaiM/s320/april09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anderson loves to "work", here he is working in the soon-to-be playroom.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330939504909591522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SftNPDU7o-I/AAAAAAAAAjc/thkdgFH2_Ds/s320/april09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anderson showing off  his beautiful blues and mischievious 2-year-old grin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6105526485718490273?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6105526485718490273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6105526485718490273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6105526485718490273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6105526485718490273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/anderson-jude-is-two.html' title='Anderson Jude is TWO!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SftJpe-rTRI/AAAAAAAAAi8/06ICIJRIuQE/s72-c/Anderson+05-2007+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4490818554165440135</id><published>2009-04-17T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:20:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "A team" in their Easter outfits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325742171559114370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejWSb0ZNoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/s0veeUpZwkQ/s400/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ashton's First Easter&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325756072903733938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Seji7mXOcrI/AAAAAAAAAi0/mRaqxYgiHUI/s400/Easter+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anderson was so excited that his outfit had a "tractor" on it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325755741524791810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejioT4VEgI/AAAAAAAAAis/ZyIdDz_w48Q/s400/Easter+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The "girls" in Easter orange&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744202627060930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejYIqIulMI/AAAAAAAAAh8/PoD2COjXWzo/s400/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325743180493448466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejXNKZFZRI/AAAAAAAAAh0/3keYlsYuPcY/s400/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejYe4JTyoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hkCYsGmPclk/s1600-h/DSC01787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744584344717954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejYe4JTyoI/AAAAAAAAAiE/hkCYsGmPclk/s320/DSC01787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three Easter baskets in a row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejZbA-2nlI/AAAAAAAAAic/b0YrvUqhhrE/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745617508933202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejZbA-2nlI/AAAAAAAAAic/b0YrvUqhhrE/s320/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton seemed most impressed by the Easter grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejZJHbNC1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Mgul1HB-_-A/s1600-h/DSC01790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745310000810834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejZJHbNC1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Mgul1HB-_-A/s320/DSC01790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can tell by their faces it's early!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejY1t1FL_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I328SXplg60/s1600-h/DSC01789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325744976712511474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejY1t1FL_I/AAAAAAAAAiM/I328SXplg60/s320/DSC01789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it must be Easter if there is chocolate before breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325745898237519762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejZrWxw55I/AAAAAAAAAik/KasHgt7NgzE/s320/DSC01795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4490818554165440135?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4490818554165440135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4490818554165440135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4490818554165440135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4490818554165440135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SejWSb0ZNoI/AAAAAAAAAhs/s0veeUpZwkQ/s72-c/DSC01781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5791359567875813569</id><published>2009-04-06T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:12:05.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Littlest Tarheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SdqmRyEqRbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/P0gYhdokFg0/s1600-h/Tarheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321748734120969650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SdqmRyEqRbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/P0gYhdokFg0/s400/Tarheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our children have no choice but to be Tarheel fans. At least while they live under Justin's roof. Anderson has been shouting "Ball!" at the TV lately because all of the basketball that he's watched with his Daddy leading up to the championship. Anagrace has learned a lot more about the sport. She's been pretty inquisitive, and surprisingly Justin has been pretty patient in answering her questions while the games are on. I think it's pretty funny that she picks which team to root for based on the color of their uniforms...except for when the Tarheels are playing, then there is no choice! Well, we've got a new Tarheel in our family this Final Four season. Ashton is not quite sure what is going on with all of this March Madness, but here's what he has to say about Michigan State...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9287b6c036d60951" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9287b6c036d60951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D360E62FD174B7E3883DC2FDE0F87258FC7490CA5.2E710289E82728C41E9658C0CE9E1C0DBF9BE2A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9287b6c036d60951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuK5MCgqh4zu-dxtFIx9Rh3eWbco&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9287b6c036d60951%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D360E62FD174B7E3883DC2FDE0F87258FC7490CA5.2E710289E82728C41E9658C0CE9E1C0DBF9BE2A9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9287b6c036d60951%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuK5MCgqh4zu-dxtFIx9Rh3eWbco&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5791359567875813569?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9287b6c036d60951&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5791359567875813569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5791359567875813569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5791359567875813569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5791359567875813569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-littlest-tarheel.html' title='Our Littlest Tarheel'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SdqmRyEqRbI/AAAAAAAAAhk/P0gYhdokFg0/s72-c/Tarheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2707816882907865597</id><published>2009-03-21T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:50:48.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were technically savvy I would put the song by Gwen Stefani with the same name as the post title to play in the background....WOO HOO, WEE HOO....but I'm not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a sweet escape right now. I thought I needed one last week, but now I reeeeeally need it. I have been looking forward to a girls' retreat with my book club/small group, L7, for weeks. Well at 2a.m. 3 days before I was to leave Anderson began vomiting. The same day Justin started to run a fever, feel achey, and flu-like. By Thursday, Justin was confirmed to have the flu at Urgent Care and Anderson was admitted to the ER with dehydration. My first trip to the ER as a mommy, and hopefully (but probably not) my last. I had to take him by myself because Justin was so sick. That was the beginning of a very long and exhausiting week. My capacity for sleep deprivation and caring for my family have been pushed to the limits. I thank God for my family and Justin's family. They have been such an enormous help to us. I was able to shuffle around Anagrace and Ashton the past few days among our relatives so that they were only minimally exposed to the germs around here.  This is the 3rd night they have been away from home...I miss them so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been so crazy that I have had very little time to do anything other than change countless diapers, administer medicines, and care for my sick fellows. Even finding time to shower and eat have been challenging. So even the simplest of escapes have been few and far between. My typical escapes from stress are the computer, TV, and food...not very proud to admit that. I wish I could say it was exercise or something more productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I got a chance to catch up on blog reading and write this post and I visited facebook briefly. Wednesday I watched LOST and Friday I watched the movie &lt;em&gt;The Secret Life of Bees.&lt;/em&gt; Last night, I ate some Chinese food. I think the portion was intended for two people because they gave me 2 fortune cookies.  Hmmm...Oh well! I was hopeful after reading the first fortune:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315811876607810914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ScWOvMYC3WI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_LkErysBMnk/s400/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt; But, then I opened the second one:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812441257720802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ScWPQD3Eu-I/AAAAAAAAAhU/E2EIKiUoFAI/s400/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not exactly true at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have decided to hold on to these true promises:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is [my] refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Psalm 46:1&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can do everything through Christ who gives me strength. Phillipians 4:13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that I will get through this and afterward all of the daily stresses that go along with motherhood.  I must look to Him and His Word for a true sweet escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2707816882907865597?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2707816882907865597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2707816882907865597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2707816882907865597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2707816882907865597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-escape.html' title='Sweet Escape'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/ScWOvMYC3WI/AAAAAAAAAhM/_LkErysBMnk/s72-c/DSC01750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2431645058447115975</id><published>2009-03-16T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:02:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you Rather...</title><content type='html'>Back in the day, my friends and I would play the "would you rather". The choices were always difficult.  (Compound that with the fact that I am super-indecisive and this game could take forever!)  Well, I was on the elliptical at the gym tonight reading a Parents magazine and they had a poll with a "would you rather" question.  I, of course, had a difficult time and pondered it while I ellipticized...or whatever you call it?!  Now I pose the question to you.  Come on bloggy friends, won't you play along? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have MORE MONEY or MORE SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, the Parents magazine had the statistics at about 80% for more money and 20% for more sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2431645058447115975?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2431645058447115975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2431645058447115975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2431645058447115975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2431645058447115975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-rather.html' title='Would you Rather...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5783968448375532943</id><published>2009-03-10T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:28:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Soon-to-be-Kindergartener</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311009502320898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SbR_AOCPspI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mk8xyD79JM0/s320/Kregistration1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SbR_KPdRN2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/gtGEBLErXh4/s1600-h/Kregistration2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311009674501371746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SbR_KPdRN2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/gtGEBLErXh4/s320/Kregistration2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anagrace is officially registered for kindergarten! One paper in the registration packet had questions that focused on her personality and learning style. This posed a challenge to me because she is a lot like me in that she has personality traits that seem to change according to mood or circumstance....shy or outgoing...leader or follower...independent or dependent...stubborn or compliant...it just depends. These words and other adjectives were scattered randomly on a section of the paper. I circled the ones that seemed fairly consistent with her: sympathetic, friendly, fearful, helpful, and happy. There was also a section that I could add more to describe her so I wrote "she is the oldest of three and the only girl", and those facts of life have definately shaped her personality. I didn't write the following, but that paper made be think about my soon-to-be Kindergartener:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a big sister has made her helpful and increased her compassion. She has certain traits that are characteristic of the first born: she is picky and precise, likes to be in control and doesn't like surprises, can sometimes be a "know-it-all", often bossy and feels that she is right, responsible and tries to keep the rules and will misbehave if rejected, and she tries to please others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parenting her, a firstborn, I know that I need to be careful in what I expect from her. I can be a perfectionist, and I see that in her too. I don't ever want her to feel like she cannot live up to my ideals. I need to try really hard not to "fix" things that she has done. I need to praise her in all of her attempts and try to minimize the pressure she puts on herself. I need to not demand so much from her and expect her to behave older than her age. I must remember that she is still only five. I need to make sure to devote one-on-one time with her. I spend so much time and energy with the boys, but I need to set aside some "girly time" for my only girl. I can see so much of myself in her. And I know she watches me. I want to be a better mother for her. She challenges me and she is helping me to grow, just as I am trying to do the same for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5783968448375532943?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5783968448375532943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5783968448375532943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5783968448375532943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5783968448375532943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-soon-to-be-kindergartener.html' title='Our Soon-to-be-Kindergartener'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SbR_AOCPspI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mk8xyD79JM0/s72-c/Kregistration1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-3934041882478955117</id><published>2009-03-08T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:49:36.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy</title><content type='html'>Today was absolutely beautiful.  The weather could not have been better.  Justin dropped me off at our small group leaders' house after church, lunch, and a few hours enjoying the beautiful day with the family at the McMullen Creek Greenway.  It was a ladies only small group gathering this week.  The men were on "daddy duty".  We sat out at a picnic table by Lake Wylie.  Great view. Great weather.  Great conversation.  And the beginning of great friendships.  Could it get any better? &lt;br /&gt;After praying with the group, I started walking home.  Their house is only a few miles from ours and even closer if you take a shortcut on the golf cart path.  I was only a few yards from thier house when a black lab with a Mickey Mouse collar started to follow me.  She followed me to the end of their road before I turned around to see if any of the people out on their street (which were a lot due to the lovely weather) knew who owned the friendly pup.  No one knew.  One boy on a bike said that the dog just showed up at the park.   So, I continued on my way, thinking that the dog would eventually quit following and head home herself.  But, that dog followed me all the way home.  I did not say one word to her or show any kind of affection, but she insisted on staying by my side.  I put her in our fenced-in back yard and was planning to take her picture and post some "Found" posters.  Then Justin suggested I call the non-emergency line to the police department.  I felt silly calling the police department to tell them about our situation, but once I began to explain the man on the other end asked "Is it a black lab?".  Before we knew it a lady was at our house picking up the sweet dog she called Lucy.  She said her children had been walking the neighborhood and golf course for hours looking for their dog.  Lucy was a good ways from home, a lot further than we walked together. Lucy's "mom" was so grateful and they were so happy to see eachother.  It was a beautiful ending to a beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-3934041882478955117?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3934041882478955117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=3934041882478955117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3934041882478955117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3934041882478955117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucy.html' title='Lucy'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-1664932082890739531</id><published>2009-03-05T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:27:57.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherhood is Painful</title><content type='html'>I was laying down with Ashton yesterday. Nursing and hoping that we could catch an afternoon nap together. He was a little squirmy, but once he got his hands to my hair he settled in and drifted off to sleep. Something about twirling and twisting his hands in my hair relaxes him if he is fussy or sleepy or needs comforting. It can be painful, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was laying there, I started to think of how mothering is such a painful process. Actually bringing the baby into the world is extremely painful! Mothers share their birth stories like veterans share their battle stories. How long the labor was (7-14 hour range for my 3), natural or c-section (natural), meds or no-meds (minimal/no epidurals), and so on. But, the pain doesn't stop there. Eventually, that baby grows up and has to register for kindergarten. And when that happens a mother's heart is not quite sure it is ready to let go. Just retrieving the immunization records for Anagrace's kindergarten registration brought on sadness. It reminded me of all of those shots she endured and how with each one I had wished I could take it for her. I wished that I could take away the pain; I hurt with her. I wish I could prevent the emotional pain that is sure to occur in school. Children can be so cruel. The stronger seem to prey on the weak, the confident on the insecure, and I just pray that she is not on the giving or recieving end. But, I know that she will get hurt, and when she gets hurt I will hurt too. All of these thoughts swirled in my mind today as I sat and waited for her to return to me in the waiting area. She had small tears that she wiped away, trying to be brave as she walked away with a kindergarten teacher to assess her readiness to enter school. Choking back my own tears now that she could not see me, I was glad no one was assessing my readiness because I surely would have failed. Mothering is a painful process. But I am happy to endure hair-pulling, labor, and heartache to get to be the mother of my precious three. With pain, comes joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-1664932082890739531?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1664932082890739531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=1664932082890739531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1664932082890739531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1664932082890739531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/motherhood-is-painful.html' title='Motherhood is Painful'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4451198607871383051</id><published>2009-03-04T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:55:05.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SnOw much Fun!</title><content type='html'>Monday was a great day. Justin stayed home from work. I made homemade pototo soup. Anagrace made a snowgirl. And we all went sledding on the golf course. We had &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;n&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;w much fun! As opposed to the the days preceding the snowfall...they were s&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; much fun.  The boys have had nasty runny noses for a while. The doctor recommended letting it "run its course", but after more than 2 weeks of the junk he prescribed an antibiotic. They never seemed to &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;bad, just their noses were constantly leaking.  They seem to be doing better. But, please excuse the snotty noses in the following pictures and video clips: &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309507067084809058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sa8oi-oEI2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/UbSZwC0zsnQ/s320/feb%26march09+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was wearing mittens, but didn't want to leave them on. He wanted to touch the snow, and then say "Toooold!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309507737149876066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sa8pJ-0Bp2I/AAAAAAAAAgs/ZWxnCsxt2p4/s320/feb%26march09+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashton's first snow, well not the first snow since he was born. But, the first snow he saw...and "enjoyed"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309508373019253218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sa8pu_nGWeI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Vt-6oStoVLs/s320/feb%26march09+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anagrace with her snowgirl, complete with hat, scarf, raisin eyes and mouth, carrot nose and tomato buttons.  She and Daddy built it later in the day.  Thank goodness all of the snow hadn't melted away yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a video clip of Anagrace sledding by herself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a7ca2a2a8403aeb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a7ca2a2a8403aeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51D355483D5BB352FF9879684B5B8FB1A4F3B1A1.3F0384F9E8C1A11C8FFA1A3AE30716C07D94EEE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a7ca2a2a8403aeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9rT1w_je_ebIUIsOdv6U8yztcrg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a7ca2a2a8403aeb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51D355483D5BB352FF9879684B5B8FB1A4F3B1A1.3F0384F9E8C1A11C8FFA1A3AE30716C07D94EEE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a7ca2a2a8403aeb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9rT1w_je_ebIUIsOdv6U8yztcrg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4451198607871383051?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a7ca2a2a8403aeb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4451198607871383051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4451198607871383051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4451198607871383051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4451198607871383051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-much-fun.html' title='SnOw much Fun!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/Sa8oi-oEI2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/UbSZwC0zsnQ/s72-c/feb%26march09+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-114941077637556802</id><published>2009-03-03T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:13:30.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Stay-at-Home Mom</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm feeling a little guilty and think I should confess a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the final 3 episodes of this season's Bachelor.  There was a time in college that I watched  a couple of seasons, but not since.  That's a pretty funny sentence in itself.  It seems that  a lot of confessions start out with "There was that one time in college..."  At least this one was only about a reality TV show! I don't generally like shows that manipulate peoples' emotions and portray their heartache for the whole world to see.  I hate those talk shows that the hosts pretend to really care about a child's paternity or why the spouse cheated with the best friend.  But, I sat in front of my TV and watched the finale and "after the rose" show in which the bachelor dumped a girl and proposed to the other, then on the next show dumped the fiance and asked the other to start a relationship.  It was a train wreck, I knew I shouldn't look but I just couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I tore a picture out of a magazine from Wal-Mart because I did not want to buy the whole thing.  It was $8 for a magazine of hairstyles!  I didn't want all of the hairstyle pictures, just one.  I thought about buying the magazine and then returning it after showing the picture to my hairstylist, but I thought that was too tacky.  So, instead I just ripped out the little 2x2 inch photo.   Not good, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry is overtaking our house.  I feel like I cannot keep my head above the sea of clothes.  I have tried and tried to get a good routine, but have failed each time.  Okay, here's the big confession.  I have used a "wash, dry, fold" service 3 times in our marriage because it has been such a problem...and...my mom has taken some of the kids' clothes to wash for me on several occasions.  I am trying very hard to get this clothes situation under control, but I may have to rely on some "old friends" for help! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel a little better now that I got those things off my chest!  Gotta go so I can start a load of laundry and  wash my pretty new hair-do before the Bachelor-After the Final Rose Part Two comes on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-114941077637556802?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/114941077637556802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=114941077637556802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/114941077637556802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/114941077637556802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Confessions of a Stay-at-Home Mom'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6391473629827986828</id><published>2009-02-22T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:52:03.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SaIQuqV_MeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t6rwPWbeWME/s1600-h/sisterhoodaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305821704822403554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SaIQuqV_MeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t6rwPWbeWME/s400/sisterhoodaward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been given by first bloggy award. My friend &lt;a href="http://breedlove5.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susan&lt;/a&gt; gave it to me first, then I was nominated a second time by my friend &lt;a href="http://pattichattin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patti&lt;/a&gt;! Thanks, girls, I'm honored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's time for me to nominate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the blogs I follow have already been nominated, but I will second those nominations and add a few new ones. Here are my nominees and the reasons I love their blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://sophieshope08.blogspot.com/"&gt;beyond our wildest dreams&lt;/a&gt;-I met Jenny through my former MOPs group. She started this blog to document her journey of the adoption of her beautiful Sophie. Now, she posts sweet stories about her entire family, including her fourth child on the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://dooleyclan.wordpress.com/"&gt;the dooley clan&lt;/a&gt;- I met Heather through my church and we are currently in a book club/small group together. She started her blog in November and I'm so glad she did. She's even trying to get her hubby to post which I think is very cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://farmersdaughter4ever.blogspot.com/"&gt;farmersdaughter forever&lt;/a&gt;- I've known Beth for over 4 years now. We met at our former church. She shares whatever is on her heart on her blog in such a candid, casual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://thehaiglerfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;the haigler family&lt;/a&gt;- Mary is a friend from college. She shares stories as a first-time mommy. You can just sense her love and pride in her posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.ignitinghearts.blogspot.com/"&gt;kimber britner&lt;/a&gt;- Kimber was a leader of my former small group. She is beautiful inside and out. She is an inspirational speaker and imparts some of her wisdom on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://ntothep.blogspot.com/"&gt;n to the p&lt;/a&gt;-I met Nicole at church when we nursed our sons at the same time in the church nursery. We only spoke a few times, but in one of our conversations we mentioned blogging. I found hers and have enjoyed reading her stories as a first-time mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://hollybrown1.blogspot.com/"&gt;sunscorched and satisfied&lt;/a&gt;- Holly was in a book club with me before she moved to Florida. She tells stories about ministry and motherhood. I love the sense of humor she portrays through her blog! I can definately relate to the crazy stories of a mother of 3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://terisue.wordpress.com/"&gt;teri sue's thoughts&lt;/a&gt;- Teri is another one of my small group/book club buddies. She has the sweetest spirit and that comes through in her blog entries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://whatiferin.blogspot.com/"&gt;what if&lt;/a&gt;...- Erin is also a book club buddy. She is such a talented writer! I mean she can even make a post about an electric pencil sharpener entertaining! I love, love reading her blog. It often creates a tear or a chuckle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://w4torock.blogspot.com/"&gt;w4torock&lt;/a&gt;- Kate is a friend from my former church. She is a homeschooling mother to four, well soon five! She tells about her adventures in life and motherhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which show great Attitude and/orGratitude.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting ontheir blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6391473629827986828?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6391473629827986828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6391473629827986828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6391473629827986828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6391473629827986828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-been-given-by-first-bloggy-award.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SaIQuqV_MeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t6rwPWbeWME/s72-c/sisterhoodaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6049962145782998496</id><published>2009-02-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:21:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering...</title><content type='html'>...why the past few weeks I have had to beg and coax Anderson to eat a meal, but all on his own he chooses to eat cat food &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; dog food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why I have had a bad hair &lt;em&gt;week&lt;/em&gt; and the day I plan to call to schedule an appointment my hair looks pretty good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why Anagrace and Anderson only care about a toy/crayons/book when the other one has it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how 3 small children can make so much noise?  (And be especially loud if I am trying to talk on the phone. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...why I can't get Ashton to sleep through the night...or even for more than 4 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how long will this spring-like weather stick around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what to cook for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got any answers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6049962145782998496?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6049962145782998496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6049962145782998496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6049962145782998496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6049962145782998496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-44908927677523568</id><published>2009-02-06T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:23:57.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299782376635235618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYyb_fo3_SI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lpHe3JGgIYE/s400/lap+snow+to+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, once again we missed the snow. But, this time there is no guilt. I cannot take the blame. It seems that the entire surrounding area recieved some amount of snowfall, but not us! So, we made our own! Justin and I brought home some "Snow to Go" for Anagrace from our recent trip to the mountains. She had a blast playing in it, with no whining about being cold! I even made some hot cocoa afterwards. Here is the little "snow bunny":&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299775505456942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYyVvigTz4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/nIK89voeDT4/s400/lap+cocoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-44908927677523568?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/44908927677523568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=44908927677523568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/44908927677523568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/44908927677523568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYyb_fo3_SI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lpHe3JGgIYE/s72-c/lap+snow+to+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4181906148558089923</id><published>2009-02-03T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:57:35.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With and Without</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYihCs5nW7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/L2gnRzLGw2k/s1600-h/dec08&amp;amp;jan09+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298662029386013618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYihCs5nW7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/L2gnRzLGw2k/s400/dec08%26jan09+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298662402907092146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYihYcX-tLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/51IX7MAld1g/s400/dec08%26jan09+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4181906148558089923?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4181906148558089923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4181906148558089923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4181906148558089923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4181906148558089923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-and-without.html' title='With and Without'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SYihCs5nW7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/L2gnRzLGw2k/s72-c/dec08%26jan09+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6525240164303087253</id><published>2009-01-27T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:56:48.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://whatiferin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt; did a post like this when she turned 30. I told myself after reading her list, that when I turned 30 I would do one of my own. Well, that day has come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 places we've called "home" during our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 precious children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Pets: 1 dog+ 2 cats + 1 fish .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years I've been a mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years I lived with my grandparents growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 as in Level Seven, my "book club", but so much more...dear, dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years of marriage (this May).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 months (x3) spent pregnant. Time seemed to pass so slowly with the pregnancies, and then rushes by after their births. Can't believe Ashton is 6 months old already...half a year?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 pm seems the perfect bedtime to me, but rarely happens .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 pm seems to be my most likely bedtime, lately with wakings at 2, 5 and up at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 pm naptime for the entire house. I think I need it the more than the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 years ago I was named "Prom Queen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 months between the births of my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 feels like yesterday, now it's half my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 years old when I started dating Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 episodes of LOST this season; I can't wait to watch them all (huge fan) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years of education from kindergarten to grad school resulting in a degree in Speech Pathology that I hardly use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 days between my husband's birthdate and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 times per month....................................my goal for gym attendance. (what were you thinking?!)&lt;br /&gt;21 month old son that is a riot...he definately keeps me on my toes and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 has always been my "lucky number" but I'm not sure why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years old-Justin and I got our sweet boxer mix, Jazzmine. Our 1st attempt at "parenting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours x 365 days x 30 years = 262, 800 hours in my life (not including leap year hours) as of 1/26/09. (Erin did the math...I have problems with simple addition and subtraction!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 my husband's jersey number in basketball and football in High School, can't decide which uniform he was cuter in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 th, the date of my wedding anniversary in May and my birthdate in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 years old when I started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 weeks until Anagrace starts kindergarten, I want to make the most of this time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 pounds I want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years old, can't believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6525240164303087253?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6525240164303087253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6525240164303087253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6525240164303087253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6525240164303087253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5006748953614390136</id><published>2009-01-22T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:33:03.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>15 Random Things</title><content type='html'>My friend, Heather, tagged me on her blog to write a post about 15 random things about myself. I actually did a post like this last year, except it was only 7 things. So, I cheated. I am re-posting those 7 random facts about me plus 8 new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can roll my tongue into 3 loops. (Ask me in person and I'll show you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't wear flat shoes. The ballet flats and sneakers are so cute, but I won't wear them because they don't add any height to my 5 feet. &lt;em&gt;even. &lt;/em&gt;self. Even my flip flops have a wedge to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have been either pregnant or breastfeeding since August 2006! Can you say "whacked out hormones?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can be creative. I don't do creative things very often, even though when I do I enjoy it. Actually, I was very artistic in high school. I considered majoring in art or interior design in college, but decided not to because I didn't think I was talented enough. I am hoping to take some classes one day just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Some of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;color&lt;/em&gt;-yellow...just about the entire interior of my home is painted a buttercream yellow color, with the exception of the bedrooms and bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt;-warm, gooey brownies (with a big, cold cup of milk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scent&lt;/em&gt;-Japanese Cherry Blossom from Bath and Body Works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV show&lt;/em&gt;-LOST ...I've been an addict from day one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sound&lt;/em&gt;: Justin walking in the door from work (because I've missed him and because by that time the kids and I NEED him to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was named after the Joanie Mitchell song "&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/CHELSEA-MORNING-lyrics-Joni-Mitchell/35A884711BE57E8748256A42004E4548"&gt;Chelsea Morning&lt;/a&gt;". Hippie parents. Most people relate my name to the Clinton's daughter or a dog that they had, so I guess the Joanie Mitchell song isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am super indecisive. I struggle with making simple decisions. About what to eat/cook...I can read a menu for an hour and I need to know exactly what my taste buds are in the mood for(that takes a while). About what to wear or what my children should wear...I have to check the weather channel and stare into the closet for an extended period of time. About what to buy...oh my, that's the worst. I go back and forth, should I or shouldn't I? Which leads into #8...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I always have a bag of something in my bedroom waiting to be returned to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I turn 30 in a few days and it really is not bothering me. In college, thirty seemed so far away and I thought it was the official age of "old". Well, I am officially old...but I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When we bought our home it was "ghet-to". I mean really bad. Magenta door and crown molding, industrial carpet squares just placed on top of flooring, wallpaper with buffalos on it, just plain ugly! We completely "gutted" the house and started over. I am quite proud of all the work we've done. We still have to finish the master bath and install over-the-counter kitchen cabinets. I'd also like to make our screen porch into a playroom. Then we're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I lived with my grandparents from 3rd grade through the 8th grade. They were such a good, positive, Christian influence in my life. I'm not sure where I'd be if it weren't for them. I am eternally grateful to them for their love and support and help in raising me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have never been much of a "reader". I have begun to really read since joining a "book club" with other ladies from our church. It has been such a blessing to me. I truly love each one of those ladies! Shout out to L7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. All 3 of my children's names start with "A". We did not intend for it to be that way. The first two are family names that we love and they happened to start with the same letter. Then with baby #3 we decided we should continue that "tradition". I was afraid he'd grow up with some sort of complex if he didn't have an "a" name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I just had some bangs cut. I haven't had bangs since probably the 2nd grade. Actually, I don't know if these would qualify as bangs. Can you just have a bang (singular)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. I have a very contradictory personality. I was voted "Most Popular" in high school, but now I am kind of shy and have a small circle of close friends. I have a laid back demeanor and usually wait until the last minute to plan or execute a plan, but I crave organization and having things in their "correct place". I was a "tomboy" growing up; I climbed trees, built forts, caught bugs. I am somewhat of a girly-girl; I almost always wear make-up, love Vera Bradley and shoe shopping, don't get my hair wet when swimming. There are lots of elements of my personality that are contradictory. Maybe it stems from being indecisive? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, there are 15 random things about me. I'm not sure who to tag...so if you would like to do this fun post, consider yourself tagged. And please leave me a comment so I'll know you did it, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5006748953614390136?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5006748953614390136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5006748953614390136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5006748953614390136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5006748953614390136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-random-things.html' title='15 Random Things'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-1406550545809227042</id><published>2009-01-21T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:44:54.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Mommy Guilt</title><content type='html'>My family and I really enjoyed looking out the windows and watching the snow fall.  But, that was the extent of our enjoyment.  My children did not get to go out and play.  I did not want to take Ashton out and couldn't send Anagrace out without Anderson (that would break his heart) and I definately wasn't sending them both out without me.  So, here comes the mommy guilt again.  No pictures of Ashton or Anderson's first snow. The guilt was only compounded by looking at all of the blogs I follow to see the pictures and stories of cute kids bundled up having a great time...sipping hot cocoa afterwards, of course.  I did let Anagrace watch Dora the Snow Princess, that must get some sort of "mommy points", right?  I still feel like there is a huge deficit in the motherhood account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-1406550545809227042?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1406550545809227042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=1406550545809227042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1406550545809227042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1406550545809227042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-and-mommy-guilt.html' title='Snow and Mommy Guilt'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-8331264622685799668</id><published>2009-01-18T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:30:20.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate laundry. I cannot find any way to make laundry fun. But leave it to my Anderson...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292809531037668130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SXPWOdlNUyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q4fUTBRZTW4/s320/dec08%26jan09+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292809912537479426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SXPWkqx2eQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/SWOG8UFqXp0/s320/dec08%26jan09+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was giggling the whole time he was in there. I was pretty giddy myself that &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of the boys clothes were clean. This may actually be the first time he has seen the bottom of his dirty clothes hamper. I guess he was just curious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-8331264622685799668?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8331264622685799668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=8331264622685799668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8331264622685799668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8331264622685799668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-with-laundry.html' title='Fun with Laundry'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SXPWOdlNUyI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q4fUTBRZTW4/s72-c/dec08%26jan09+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2713901541535162222</id><published>2009-01-14T17:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:37:34.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo to Mommy</title><content type='html'>I really want to be a more patient mommy, a mommy that really listens, a mommy that sits and plays without thinking of other things I should be doing, a mommy that says "yes" to the fun stuff more often, a mommy that hugs more and yells less, a mommy that doesn't stress about the mess as much...the list could go on and on about the ways I could improve as a mother. Anagrace only has 6 full months and a few odd weeks before she starts kindergarten. I can't believe it! I want these last few months of her preschool years to be the best yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a page in &lt;em&gt;Parents&lt;/em&gt; magazine called "Memo to Mommy" and loved what it said. It is posted on my fridge now to remind me of the kind of mommy I want to be. Here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You have a lot of lessons to teach your little one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but he has a few words of wisdom for you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Stop freaking out about the mess!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's always time to clean-but how often do we get to make mud pies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Love me, even when I'm naughty.  I'll only be this age once."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Be patient.  I do everything for a reason, but I don't know enough words yet to give you an explanation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Let me do it.  I know you can do it faster and better, but sometimes experience is the best teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Don't expect too much of me. I want to do what you ask and make you happy, but I'm still little."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Don't try to reason with me when I'm having a tantrum.  Trust me-I can't hear you over my own screaming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Keep your promises.  It's all about trust.  When I'm a teenager, you'll understand why it's so important."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Don't keep asking me if I've been good.  I'm not even sure what that means, but if I was bad I'd never admit it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Don't let me think that you're perfect. I feel a lot better knowing I'm not the only one who makes mistakes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Set limits.  I can't actually eat a whole box of cookies-I just want to see if I'd get away with it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2713901541535162222?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2713901541535162222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2713901541535162222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2713901541535162222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2713901541535162222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/memo-to-mommy.html' title='Memo to Mommy'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2473387795060343542</id><published>2009-01-13T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:56:14.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevette Family Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Here are the Prevette Family resolutions. I came up with them all myself, so I don't know how compliant everyone will be with meeting the goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin- learn to play the acoustic guitar, not stress out so much about work, ride mountain bike more often, take Chelsea on date night (meaning without kids) twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea-use a schedule/routine for cleaning, laundry, meal planning and general household maintenance(I've been using the Fly Lady website, a bit overwhelming but great for ideas and getting started), make exercise and eating right a daily priority to get back to my pre-baby weight, be a more patient and "fun" mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace-soak up this "free time" at home before starting kindergarten in August, keep aggravation of Anderson to a minimum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson-use words to tell Mommy and Daddy what I need/want, refrain from sticking food or other items in my nose or ears, think about using the potty and possibly giving up the pacifier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashton-one resolution...sleep through the night!&lt;img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;  Okay, maybe two...take a bottle once in a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2473387795060343542?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2473387795060343542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2473387795060343542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2473387795060343542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2473387795060343542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/prevette-family-resolutions.html' title='Prevette Family Resolutions'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-3219514770383703717</id><published>2009-01-09T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:37:40.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I have been so frustrated lately with my wardrobe or lack there of. I know women say it all the time, but for me it really is true..."I don't have anything to wear"...really. I mean I do have clothing to put on, but nothing fits right or looks right. If I don't wear a belt, I can pull my two, yes two, pairs of jeans down without unbuttoning or unzipping them! Now, on one hand I'm happy because that means that I am losing weight. But, I need to purchase something new to wear and that presents some problems. One, I don't have much money. Two, I don't know exactly what I should buy. I mean, I need something comfortable and "mommy-friendly" that is also stylish. Now, what exactly does that look like? I have no idea! Three, I am not sure where I should shop. I don't have a particular store that I prefer to buy clothing from, I don't really know "my style". And I need somewhere that I can get the maximum for a minimum. My final grumble about shopping for new clothes is my lack of time. It is impossible for me to shop with the kids and if someone is watching them I feel rushed. I have a little bit of anxiety with shopping anyway, the children just add to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated....any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-3219514770383703717?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3219514770383703717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=3219514770383703717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3219514770383703717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3219514770383703717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7128601162759259124</id><published>2009-01-09T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:13:16.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (?) New Year</title><content type='html'>It was a rough start for our new year.  My grandfather passed away in the very early hours of Christmas morning.  We attended his memorial service on the second.  In the very early hours of the fourth, my two oldest children began vomiting.  The stomach bug wreaked havoc on our household for about 24 hours.  Although, Anderson still has some lingering effects now.  On the seventh, Justin turned 30 which he may have thought was more difficult to deal with than a funeral or a stomach virus! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough start, but I am trying to look at the positive aspects of our troubles.  My grandfather did not suffer.  We was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and passed away within days.  He has had dementia for the past several years and his mind was declining steadily.  His passing preceded the long, slow death that Alzheimer's causes.  I am thankful that we were able to visit with him in October.  I have a wonderful memory of Anderson greeting him at the door; Anderson looking up into his eyes and my grandfather hunched over looking back at him, both with a child-like stare.  My grandfather just sat there after lunch watching my children in all of their busyness smiling.&lt;br /&gt;The stomach bug.  Well the only postive spin I can put on that is that it was a quick one.&lt;br /&gt;And my husband turning thirty.  Well, I love him more now than ever.  He is a wonderful husband and a terrific father.  Age is just a number.  Besides, I'm right behind him in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my resolutions is to keep this optimistic, look-on-the-bright-side approach to my &lt;em&gt;daily&lt;/em&gt; life.  I have several resolutions this year.  And I've made a few for my family as well!  I'll try to post the Prevette family resolutions soon... because more frequent blog  posting is on that list of New Year's resolutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7128601162759259124?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7128601162759259124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7128601162759259124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7128601162759259124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7128601162759259124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy (?) New Year'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6480641586104275350</id><published>2008-12-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:16:49.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not feel guilty about not sending Christmas cards</title><content type='html'>At least that is what I have been telling myself over and over in my head, trying to convince myself it is true. This is yet another guilt trip I have allowed myself to take. Since motherhood, I have traveled down this road of what I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be doing, measuring myself against others and the "standard". (I think there may be a resolution there!) And at this time I feel like I &lt;em&gt;should have &lt;/em&gt;sent a Christmas card to all of my friends and relatives. But the reality is that I did not. The desire was there, but I just could not make it happen. And Christmas came and it was absolutely wonderful. The children were happy, we had a great time with all of our family and it really didn't matter that I didn't mail out those cards. Really, most of the people I am closest to read my blog. So here is an online version of what I would have mailed to you! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Prevette Family wishes you and yours a very merry Christmas and a blessed new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SVRHcVy_9JI/AAAAAAAAAek/ix3GJfcC9iI/s1600-h/family+pic+12-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283926815025394834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SVRHcVy_9JI/AAAAAAAAAek/ix3GJfcC9iI/s400/family+pic+12-2008.jpg" 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/2691957388407629442-6480641586104275350?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6480641586104275350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6480641586104275350' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6480641586104275350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6480641586104275350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-not-feel-guilty-about-not.html' title='I will not feel guilty about not sending Christmas cards'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SVRHcVy_9JI/AAAAAAAAAek/ix3GJfcC9iI/s72-c/family+pic+12-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7062813373061457969</id><published>2008-12-13T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:52:29.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Questionaire</title><content type='html'>I was "tagged" twice to do this fun, Christmas questionaire. So either my friends Dawn and Beth really want to know some fun facts about how I celebrate Christmas or they were giving me the kick in the rear I needed to finally post something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg nog or Hot Chocolate? Definately hot chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? We don't do Santa at our house.  We want to be sure that we are telling our kids the truth and that we are celebrating the real reason for the season.  If our children are to believe in a man that they cannot see, I want it to be Jesus!  However, we told Anagrace that people like to "pretend" about Santa at Christmastime and she said she wants to pretend, too.  Pretending is fun and that is fine with us!  But the presents are from mommy and daddy.  We get the credit for that!  And we (and by we I mean I) wrap them; it is just more fun to unwrap a gift, I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Colored lights or white?White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe? Sometimes, I didn't find it in the boxes of decorations this year.  Our decorations are simpler this year than in years past.  Three children will do that....so, yeah, not hanging mistletoe is probably a good thing right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?The Saturday after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite holiday dish?Hmmm, I like the sweet stuff.  Sweet potato casserole and any dessert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite childhood memory? Celebrating Christmas at Disney World with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When/how did you learn the truth about Santa? Some little boy at school told me, in the  second or third grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? No, that's cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you decorate the tree? We bought an artificial last year. It is one of those tall, skinny "pencil" trees.  It is pre-lit (what a blessing).  We put on the red wooden bead garland first.  Then add our ornaments, which are a mixture of some from my childhood, some from our first year of marriage, and all of the "baby's first" ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow. Love it or dread it?  Love it.  I really hope I get to go skiing this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Can you ice skate? Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you remember your favorite gift? Yes, my engagement ring! Justin proposed Christmas of 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the most important thing about the holidays to you? Celebrating the birth of our Savior with my husband and children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite holiday dessert? Tough choice, I love them all. I miss the spritzer sugar cookies my grandmother used to make. I make fudge every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Christmas Tradition?We started a couple of traditions with Anagrace that will be fun with all of the kids in the future.  We read the Christmas story  and set up our nativity scene on the mantle.  And we bake a birthday cakefor Jesus on Christmas Eve to eat on Christmas morning...there is no other day of the year that cake is allowed for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you prefer giving or receiving?I like both.  Finances and indecisiveness cause some stress with giving, but I still enjoy it. And who doesn't enjoy receiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite Christmas song?  I'm not sure of the title, "Night Divine" maybe.  It's the one that says "fall on your knees and hear the angels' voices, oh night divine, when Christ was born"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Candy canes. Yum or yuck? I'll eat them occasionally.  It depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you want for Christmas?This is just a want in general, I know I can't get it for Christmas...I really want to close in our screened porch and make it a playroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you attend an annual Christmas party? Yes, we attend Justin's company Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you dress up for Christmas Eve or wear P.J.'s? This year we will dress up because we will attend Elevation's Christmas Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you own a Santa hat? I don't.  Anagrace has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who do you normally spend Christmas with? Most of our family live close. So over the course of the weekend, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, we see  parents, grandparents, brothers, aunts, uncles , cousins, neices,nephews, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to break the rules and not tag anyone.  Instead, I'll invite anyone out there who wants to participate to post this on their blog!  Let me know if you do! Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7062813373061457969?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7062813373061457969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7062813373061457969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7062813373061457969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7062813373061457969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-questionaire.html' title='Christmas Questionaire'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6301351733791746374</id><published>2008-12-02T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:32:47.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post about Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I intended to post this at Thanksgiving, but you know how that goes. A bit late, but here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevenfurtick.com/"&gt;Pastor Steven &lt;/a&gt;preached a few weeks ago about money, and how we all are rich. We are so blessed to live in America and live like we do. He explained that we are all rich, we just need to change our perspective. He gave a series of examples like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the heat goes out in your house, that's a rich people problem. If your car is not the latest model, that's a rich people problem. If you lost money in the stock market...If you can't sell your house..." Just about every problem we have can be turned around to show how blessed we are if we can just step back and change our perspective. Here are a few that I thought about this Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that we celebrated Thanksgiving at 3 different locations, that means we have a large family that is close by. We can see them on the special holidays and all throughout the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am exhausted, that means I have a small baby to care for, to hold, to nurse, to snuggle on the couch with in the wee hours of the night/morning. Some women are up at night longing for that very thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my messy, noisy house. The floors are covered with Cheerios, crumbs, books and toys. It is loud with the sounds of squealing and laughter (sometimes crying and whining), but that means I have healthy children that run and play in our home. They grow up too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the pile of my husband's work clothes on our bedroom floor, that means he has a job to go to and is able to provide for our family. And when he gets home he is willing to change clothes and spend some quality time with his family. He is a wonderful husband and father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my body doesn't look the way it used to, because that means I was able to carry and birth my babies. But I am also thankful that the jeans I bought a few months ago look horrible on me now, because that means my gym visits are paying off! And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I am almost thirty, because that means I may be able to replace those jeans with some new ones for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a negative attitude can be turned into gratitude! It really has helped me to put things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and that your heart was full of joy and gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6301351733791746374?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6301351733791746374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6301351733791746374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6301351733791746374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6301351733791746374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-about-gratitude.html' title='A Post about Gratitude'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7250793579328017307</id><published>2008-11-21T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:41:50.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff about Ashton'/><title type='text'>A Picture That Made Me Laugh &amp; A Picture That Made Me Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture that made me laugh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caption: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe you just called me fat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271196652404033250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SScNbWfFRuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8cl5KJ6nCUw/s400/oct08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is the picture that made me cry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caption: &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't need Mommy anymore"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I know that is not true. I have just felt that way everytime one of my children took their first bottle. Just a sidenote: I am not giving up on breastfeeding, just trying to get it to where I can have a break every now and then!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271198218167959522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SScO2faSv-I/AAAAAAAAAec/xMNHN1hr8Bw/s400/oct08+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7250793579328017307?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7250793579328017307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7250793579328017307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7250793579328017307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7250793579328017307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-that-made-me-laugh-picture-that.html' title='A Picture That Made Me Laugh &amp; A Picture That Made Me Cry'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SScNbWfFRuI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8cl5KJ6nCUw/s72-c/oct08+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5243577667124271849</id><published>2008-10-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:47:36.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth</title><content type='html'>And no I am not referring to a fourth Prevette child! My dear friend, &lt;a href="http://myjcrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; (who by the way recently did have her fourth child), tagged my to play this little "bloggy game". You must write a post about the 4th photo in the 4th file of your computer. So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261916106231818146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQYU0d3ap6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/eWouOkRfE7E/s320/april08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of my precious daughter, Lily Anagrace. It was taken in April of this year. She has those pink sponge rollers in her hair that I think all mothers make their daughters wear at some point in their childhood. I had her hair cut a few months before and the ringlets that she had for four years disappeared. I was so sad. It was a realization that she was not a baby anymore. And in an effort to keep her "my little girl" I have tried multiple techniques to put cute little curls in her hair. She does have some curl left, it is just not like it was when she was younger. Her hair is very curly at her hairline, around her forehead and at the nape of her neck. So, I've tried making the length of her hair look the same. The sponge rollers were the first attempt. We've now moved on to rag rolling her hair with socks. I know, I know! Justin thinks I'm crazy, but I've only got one little girl and I'm going to fix her hair until she refuses to let me do it anymore! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5243577667124271849?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5243577667124271849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5243577667124271849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5243577667124271849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5243577667124271849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/fourth.html' title='The Fourth'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQYU0d3ap6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/eWouOkRfE7E/s72-c/april08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4408382176258773183</id><published>2008-10-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:31:01.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about the whole family'/><title type='text'>Fun-filled Weekends</title><content type='html'>We have spent the past two weekends on the road to some fun destinations. Our first roadtrip was to the NC mountains. His aunt and uncle live close to Asheville, and we (along with about 15 other family members!) stayed at their house. I enjoyed the extra help caring for the kids. The highlight of the trip for Justin was a mountain biking excursion with his uncle. And the kids favorite part was the trip to the Farmers' Market. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIJEvxNTEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/l86S_1PhhNo/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260777291869146178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIJEvxNTEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/l86S_1PhhNo/s200/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIK5r4HZHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/66izttc1oIY/s1600-h/DSC01402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779300869071986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIK5r4HZHI/AAAAAAAAAc8/66izttc1oIY/s200/DSC01402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260777626538334082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIJYOgj14I/AAAAAAAAAc0/PhEO8BMtyXY/s200/DSC01401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anderson loved listening to the band play . And he especially loved eating the fresh mountain apple on the car ride home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQILXeMb2DI/AAAAAAAAAdE/aj9j6EGTEJI/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260779812592277554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQILXeMb2DI/AAAAAAAAAdE/aj9j6EGTEJI/s200/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQILr9ugNpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Hc_uKiRRBmw/s1600-h/DSC01404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260780164654053010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQILr9ugNpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Hc_uKiRRBmw/s200/DSC01404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anagrace picked out several pumpkins to take home with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we traveled to Columbia, SC. My dad went along for the ride; Anagrace really enjoyed spending time with her Pawpaw. We had a great lunch and visit at my aunt and uncle's house before heading to the zoo. We all had a blast! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260781238350682754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIMqdjumoI/AAAAAAAAAdU/w_yNsjrsHxc/s200/zoo08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids really enjoyed checking out all of the animals. Anderson was so excited that he got to walk around the zoo, instead of being in the stroller. We borrowed a "kiddy leash" to use. I used to say that I would not use one of those things, but it worked really well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260786493150132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIRcVNi9_I/AAAAAAAAAeE/5mJAWFPLHg8/s320/zoo08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anagrace rode a real pony and took a ride on the carousel too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260786214766414274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIRMIJsicI/AAAAAAAAAd8/vN4EniUJ1I8/s400/zoo08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anderson on his "leash" looking at the rabbit in its cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4408382176258773183?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4408382176258773183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4408382176258773183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4408382176258773183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4408382176258773183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-filled-weekends.html' title='Fun-filled Weekends'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SQIJEvxNTEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/l86S_1PhhNo/s72-c/DSC01398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7315081150257298717</id><published>2008-10-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:50:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't keep up with this blog. I feel like I can't keep up with my life! Here's what the kids are up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anagrace says "I love being five, but I just don't want the shots they give five-year-olds at the doctor!" She loves chasing Anderson around the house and making him squeal. She is trying to save up money from "chores" to go to Build-a-Bear workshop. She loves that place...I wish I had invented that concept! She names each one of her stuffed animals, and walks around the house calling their names in search of them. I have no idea how she keeps up with all of their names. I have a hard time keeping just three names straight! Her favorite stuffed animal at the moment is a bunny she named Mimzy. She named him Mimzy after a bunny in a movie that she watched with my mom. The movie was apparently very sad and left an impact on Anagrace. As a result, she is very interested in all things rabbit. She even requested a bunny rabbit theme for her birthday party. It would have been much easier planning for that theme if her birthday was close to Easter. But, it still turned out great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255350093773275122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SO7BEPWr__I/AAAAAAAAAcM/XEpPis9IZJs/s400/anagrace+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Anderson is such a funny boy! I laugh at his silliness all the time. Still flexing his muscles regularly. He knows how to show his teeth to smile. He loves to brush his teeth. Everytime he passes the bathroom, he says "teeth" as a request to brush them again. You've got to love a kid who is passionate about oral hygiene! He is starting to say more and more words. I love to hear him talk as opposed to the caveman grunts he usually tries to communicate with. He is a loving little boy, too. Likes to give hugs and lay his head on your shoulder, he is a little more stingy with his kisses. Maybe he thinks he should brush his teeth first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255351582099662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SO7Ca3zWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/hiRTYzUB3Ag/s400/anderson+basket+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashton is growing like a weed! I can't believe he is almost 3 months old! He is smiling and cooing. He still won't take a pacifier. That would really make car rides a lot more enjoyable. I keep trying, but I think he's going to be a hand-sucker. He doesn't put just his thumb in his mouth, it's the whole fist. He is trying to learn to roll over, but hasn't quite figured it out. He loves to lay on the play mat and "talk" to the hanging toys. He slept for a 6 hour stretch a couple of nights ago, but not again since. I still have hope, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255352016626294994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SO7C0KikoNI/AAAAAAAAAck/skpP16TWzDc/s400/sept08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there's an update of the three littles ones that consume my time and energy and at the same time fill me with joy, love and happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7315081150257298717?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7315081150257298717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7315081150257298717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7315081150257298717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7315081150257298717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SO7BEPWr__I/AAAAAAAAAcM/XEpPis9IZJs/s72-c/anagrace+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4715688570388240841</id><published>2008-09-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:44:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl is Five!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that 5 years has passed, since my precious daughter was born! Really, where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was on September 16th, 2003 at 8:19pm that we welcomed Lily Anagrace into our world. We wanted to be surprised as to if our firstborn would be a girl or boy. I was overjoyed to have a daughter! She has been everything that I would hope for in a daughter and more. She has grown from a calm,sweet-natured baby to a loving, compassionate little girl. She is a big sister twice-over and tries to be a second mommy to her little brothers. She is playful and encouraging with Anderson and gentle and comforting to baby Ashton. She is really good about thinking about how others would feel. Even when she was deciding which cupcakes to take to preschool, she was concerned that the boys would not want to eat &lt;em&gt;Hannah Montana&lt;/em&gt; cupcakes and she wanted to buy them "boy cupcakes". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a collector of many things...rocks and acorns, dum-dum wrappers and small scraps of paper. And she has a great imagination. She will make up games and play with her dolls or Barbies by herself for a long time. She is very inquisitive. Lots and lots of questions! (It must not be a coincidence that Curious George is one of her very favorite cartoons). "Mama" was her first word, a word now that is NOT used sparingly. I hear it multiple times a day preceding her questions. My most favorite thing to hear is her saying "I love you", which she also does often along with one of her sweet kisses and hugs. She is the most precious little girl I know. I am so glad that God gave her to us five years ago today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anagrace on the day she was born... look at that head full of dark hair!...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246791720446921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBZRWOzCiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/aI8INDONS9o/s320/gracie%27s+birth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cute as can be in her hat on her first birthday ... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246794200721320674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBbht-S6uI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gJXwUN3T2Mg/s320/grace+birthday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posing with her best buddies, Jordyn and Josh, at her 2nd birthday...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246796655785718514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBdwnzQsvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/jrRmG5OnVV8/s320/josh,+jordyn+%26+gracie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to look less like a baby and more like a big girl at 3...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246795497949399282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBctOhkiPI/AAAAAAAAAbs/-1uFulofJYU/s320/grace+birthday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Blowing out her candles just last year...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246797583556767058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBemoBHbVI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HayKj96yWQg/s320/sep+07+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful 5 year-old...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246799154281284226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBgCDbBgoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/GVFjzV4iONM/s320/july08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4715688570388240841?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4715688570388240841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4715688570388240841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4715688570388240841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4715688570388240841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-girl-is-five.html' title='My Little Girl is Five!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SNBZRWOzCiI/AAAAAAAAAbc/aI8INDONS9o/s72-c/gracie%27s+birth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-8023593610482742733</id><published>2008-09-06T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:48:58.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Conversation with my Almost-Five-Year-Old</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, we were listening to the song &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/switchfoot/ammunition.html"&gt;Ammunition by Switchfoot&lt;/a&gt;, which has a line in it that says "We're the issue".  Here's the conversation that followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace: Mama, what's an issue?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's kinda hard to explain, umm....&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace: Is it like, when you blow your nose?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, that's is a tissue. An issue is like a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace: Oh, so if our dog was stuck in a hole and there was fire around the hole, would that be an issue?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, that would be a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace:  So, if it was a little dog stuck in a hole with no fire around it, that would be a little issue?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I guess so?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-8023593610482742733?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8023593610482742733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=8023593610482742733' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8023593610482742733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8023593610482742733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-conversation-with-my-almost-five.html' title='A Funny Conversation with my Almost-Five-Year-Old'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5013384957548001348</id><published>2008-09-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:45:55.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been 7 weeks already?!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a really long time since I've posted anything. Life has been crazy busy! And that is an understatement. By the way if you haven't heard of bloglines, you should check it out. You can subscribe to multiple blog feeds that you read and you don't have to keep checking the sites to see if slack bloggers, like myself, have posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was pregnant, a lot of people told me "going from 1 to 2 was harder than going from 2 to 3", and to them I just want to say "liar, liar pants on fire"! Just kidding! I'm sure it would be a lot easier if the second and third were spaced a little further apart than mine, maybe that's the difference. Anyway, we are "surviving". When anyone asks how we are doing my reply is "Hanging in there". That's just how it feels right now. I'm sure I'll get in the groove eventually. I did find a way to hold both boys at once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCM7AQZG9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/y92fFluj5rg/s1600-h/july08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242344911568182226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCM7AQZG9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/y92fFluj5rg/s320/july08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can you see Ashton's head right up under my chin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashton is a sweet baby boy. He's starting to smile and it just melts my heart. He has reflux, which makes him fussy... a lot and want to be held...all the time. It is very difficult to see him hurting and not be able to do much for him. He is on medication to relieve the discomfort and we're still working with the pediatritian to try and manage it. He is such a chubby boy despite the puking! My other two were skinny babies, with no spitting up whatsoever...go figure. I just love all of his rolls and those cheeks...I can't stop kissing them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242345438257181314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCNZqU1coI/AAAAAAAAAU0/N1kT1r66WTQ/s320/july08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see,what else...we went to the beach. We went the week that Hurricane Faye sent lovely weather to the coast. The weather was okay the first day we arrived, but after that it rained everyday. Every. day. We were trapped in our cabin with our 3 children. Fun! One night we even lost power. Anyone ever nurse and change diapers by flashlight? I don't recommend it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we had a few good hours on the beach together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242343683512142530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCLzhZBCsI/AAAAAAAAAUk/RBtIaqtSo2g/s320/july08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCLjY9IqBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bzaSVGWf36U/s1600-h/july08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242343406369810450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCLjY9IqBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bzaSVGWf36U/s320/july08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that should catch you up for now. Hopefully, I can post again soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5013384957548001348?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5013384957548001348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5013384957548001348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5013384957548001348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5013384957548001348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/has-it-been-7-weeks-already.html' title='Has it been 7 weeks already?!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SMCM7AQZG9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/y92fFluj5rg/s72-c/july08+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7265391225834287053</id><published>2008-07-22T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:10:03.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdXja9sMEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Izh1iqw2Zck/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226242158631858242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdXja9sMEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Izh1iqw2Zck/s320/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdXO8NeJTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rRKdoHaLtxI/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226241806779163954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdXO8NeJTI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rRKdoHaLtxI/s200/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIaMGkWXuvI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ci9gw6m_Dgs/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226018462074649330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIaMGkWXuvI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ci9gw6m_Dgs/s320/DSC01181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashton Price Prevette was born at 1:28 a.m. on Thursday, July 17th. He weighed 8 pounds 10 ounces and was 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The circumstances surrounding his birth were something that I could not have predicted. On Wednesday afternoon, Anderson began vomiting around 2:30p.m. After picking Anagrace up from preschool, she, too, began vomiting. By the time Justin arrived home from work, we had two very sick children. And about an hour later, my water broke! My mother and mother-in-law came to the rescue to care for the kids, while we rushed to the hospital. I was so upset! The situation at the house was so stressful, that I didn't realize how strong or close my contractions were until we were in the car on the way to the hospital. I was 3cm by the time we checked in at 7:30p.m. The labor went fast; six hours later we were holding our precious baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And five hours later, Justin was vomiting. He had to go home to get well. I definately did not want Ashton or myself to get the stomach bug. It was an interesting experience being in the hospital by myself. Justin was able to return on Friday afternoon. Luckily, the stomach bug was a quick one. Everyone was feeling much better by the time we came home on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days since then have been a blur. I am not getting much sleep at night. Justin is staying at home this week, so he has been caring for Anagrace and Anderson during the day so that I can attempt to rest. He told me that he plans to double my salary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anagrace and Anderson, so far, seem to be adjusting well to another sibling. Anagrace talks sweetly to him and wants to put him in all of the baby gear (swing, pack-n-play, bouncer) or hold him. Anderson is intrigued by him. He will just walk over and stare at him or softly touch him on his head, toes and fingers. The past few days have definately been interesting and I'm sure the days to come will be as well. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to blog about it, though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdWGsfu3qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n8M-QvkzADQ/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226240565610208930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdWGsfu3qI/AAAAAAAAAUE/n8M-QvkzADQ/s200/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdVVkwrFUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jwvn8-nNVjI/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226239721720190274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdVVkwrFUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jwvn8-nNVjI/s320/DSC01208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7265391225834287053?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7265391225834287053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7265391225834287053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7265391225834287053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7265391225834287053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SIdXja9sMEI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Izh1iqw2Zck/s72-c/DSC01206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2884773976547413</id><published>2008-07-14T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:54:10.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Baby-on-the-way'/><title type='text'>I am Ready &amp; the Room is Ready For.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we finally put the finishing touches on the boys' room last night. Justin hung the letters spelling out our sons' names on the wall and he fixed the broken mobile and put it on the baby's crib. Those were the only things left on my "before-baby to-do" list. Well, I do need to pack some clothes for Anagrace and Anderson to stay at my mom's while we are in the hospital. Then, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted pictures of Anagrace's new loft bed a while back. And I promised then that I would post pictures of both of the completed rooms. (Her room is still not technically decorated. There are no pictures on the walls, no nick nacks, or finishing touches. That may have to be a "birthday project" for her in September!) But, I will post the pictures of the boys' room since it is all done. In doing that, the baby's name will be revealed as it is hanging on the wall above his crib...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222943207773983778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHufLNVoVCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rLXxtHB7yCs/s400/june08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222943611969463458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHufivFV5KI/AAAAAAAAATE/PE_TuksFQWE/s400/june08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222943910665121058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHuf0Hz77SI/AAAAAAAAATM/orqD3xst6cw/s400/june08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222944285703963890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHugJ88KhPI/AAAAAAAAATU/Dnw4vHibn2A/s400/june08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2884773976547413?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2884773976547413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2884773976547413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2884773976547413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2884773976547413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-ready-room-is-ready-for.html' title='I am Ready &amp; the Room is Ready For.....'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHufLNVoVCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rLXxtHB7yCs/s72-c/june08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7283652215893851278</id><published>2008-07-13T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:58:57.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will This Baby Arrive?</title><content type='html'>I am constantly wondering when this baby will make his grand entrance into the world.  I am beyond ready!  Well, physically anyway!  I am still anxious about the whole life change and especially the transition for Anderson. &lt;br /&gt;Just curious if anyone had predictions on when he'll arrive.  Check out the poll on the right to vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7283652215893851278?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7283652215893851278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7283652215893851278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7283652215893851278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7283652215893851278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-will-this-baby-arrive.html' title='When Will This Baby Arrive?'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-606500543375710129</id><published>2008-07-06T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:50:21.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Anagrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Anderson'/><title type='text'>Our Little Firecrackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221051963453933538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHTnGTOHB-I/AAAAAAAAASc/xC7jvm8ZOf0/s200/kids+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am posting some pictures of our "little firecrackers" from Independence Day. They light up our lives and ignite wonder and delight in us. And they definately keep us on our toes! I can't believe in a few short days we'll have a third to add to the craziness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time on the 4th...parade, swimming and fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are patiently waiting for the parade to make its way to us: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221052870087642146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHTn7EsbjCI/AAAAAAAAASk/L6zQB-ogWY8/s320/kids+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anagrace was particularly proud of her patriotic fingernails and toenails:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221055776207847394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHTqkO1ev-I/AAAAAAAAASs/sBIwLR23qs4/s200/kids+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Both of the kids did great staying up to watch the fireworks....waaay past their bedtime! There were no tears, whining or even fear of the loud noise! Here's sweet Anderson ready for bed:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221057203108895394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHTr3SdM2qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J3BZE-eYZgg/s200/kids+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-606500543375710129?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/606500543375710129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=606500543375710129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/606500543375710129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/606500543375710129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-little-firecrackers.html' title='Our Little Firecrackers'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SHTnGTOHB-I/AAAAAAAAASc/xC7jvm8ZOf0/s72-c/kids+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4914798982405409859</id><published>2008-07-06T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:46:25.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Baby-on-the-way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>Warning...This post contains excessive whining!</title><content type='html'>Feeling miserably huge and uncomfortably hot. Nothing fits...growing out of maternity clothes. Tired, but can't sleep because of frequent urination, night sweats and awkward sleeping positions. Body aches. Ready to get this over with! Less than two weeks to go...really nervous about adding a third child to our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4914798982405409859?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4914798982405409859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4914798982405409859' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4914798982405409859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4914798982405409859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/warningthis-post-contains-excessive.html' title='Warning...This post contains excessive whining!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-306827964926092783</id><published>2008-06-27T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:42:05.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Anagrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Anderson'/><title type='text'>Learning New Things</title><content type='html'>Anagrace is learning to ride her bike without training wheels! She can ride several yards by herself and hasn't had too many wipeouts. She is usually pretty apprehensive about trying new and difficult things, but she has been very persistent with learning to ride her bike "like a big girl". If she falls down, she gets up, dusts herself off and wants to try again. I took several little video clips of her practicing at the park, but only downloaded one. I chose this one because there's a bonus to the video...at the beginning Anderson walks into the frame and then back out again. He is quickly learning new things, too, and I don't think he will have much hesistation at all with trying scary new things. He's got the walking thing down pat...working on running and climbing, now! He had a great time exploring at the park while Anagrace practiced riding, even tasted the dirt on the baseball field! Just another difference between girls and boys, I guess. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SGUEenyr93I/AAAAAAAAASU/PTU0f3Cc8Rw/s1600-h/june08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216580667502753650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SGUEenyr93I/AAAAAAAAASU/PTU0f3Cc8Rw/s200/june08+004.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e13c999f5989167" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e13c999f5989167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F82C5914ACD48E9179117C2861F90CF135E2568.6EBD1DBBA10DFFC4EABD1AFB6B29B2D2D46D3D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e13c999f5989167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9VNZWZdECSIKbAxNxFB1YFVbONY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e13c999f5989167%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F82C5914ACD48E9179117C2861F90CF135E2568.6EBD1DBBA10DFFC4EABD1AFB6B29B2D2D46D3D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e13c999f5989167%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9VNZWZdECSIKbAxNxFB1YFVbONY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SGUDymkrhlI/AAAAAAAAASE/39i0hkw3po4/s1600-h/june08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216579911261324882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SGUDymkrhlI/AAAAAAAAASE/39i0hkw3po4/s200/june08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216580192489291282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SGUEC-OpvhI/AAAAAAAAASM/TvLyRB6GO-g/s200/june08+006.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-306827964926092783?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1e13c999f5989167&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/306827964926092783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=306827964926092783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/306827964926092783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/306827964926092783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-new-things.html' title='Learning New Things'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SGUEenyr93I/AAAAAAAAASU/PTU0f3Cc8Rw/s72-c/june08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6399636074620919288</id><published>2008-06-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:44:25.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Anderson'/><title type='text'>No More Mullet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SF1Z8wuoG_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZpzYU1yqeXg/s1600-h/june08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214422843972393970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SF1Z8wuoG_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZpzYU1yqeXg/s320/june08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandmother trimmed Anderson's hair on Wednesday...his first haircut. It took him forever to even grow hair, but it seemed that the fastest growing part was in the back. It looked like a little mullet. There were these little wispy hairs that would poke out behind his ears and trail down his neck. It drove me crazy. So my grandmother, who back in the day worked at a beauty shop, got out her cape and scissors and cut off the mullet. I have it saved in a plastic baggie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6399636074620919288?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6399636074620919288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6399636074620919288' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6399636074620919288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6399636074620919288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-mullet.html' title='No More Mullet!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SF1Z8wuoG_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZpzYU1yqeXg/s72-c/june08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-3868740732039424214</id><published>2008-06-19T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:00:14.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Me and the Celtics</title><content type='html'>What do I have in common with the Boston Celtics?  We both beat our opponents...really "whooped" them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I haven't been sure what to do with ourselves since Anagrace has been gone.  She left on Saturday to go to the beach with my mom, stepdad and stepdad's family.  She will be gone a total of 7 days!  That is the longest we've been without her.  It's been pretty tough on me.  Had it been me going away on vacation for 7 days, I may be handling it better now.  But being at the house without her here is hard;  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;So, Justin and I watched the NBA Finals several nights.  Not a typical thing for me to watch sports, but I actually enjoyed keeping up with it.  We also pulled out Scrabble the other night.  I forgot what fun it was to play board games!  We were pretty close in score in the beginning, but then in one turn I created 3 words (something I have never done in my past Scrabble playing), I felt like the Celtics when they came back from their 20+ point deficit in game #4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the final scores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA Finals Game #6&lt;br /&gt;Celtics 131&lt;br /&gt;Lakers 92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevette Scrabble Game&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea 237&lt;br /&gt;Justin 167&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-3868740732039424214?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3868740732039424214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=3868740732039424214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3868740732039424214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/3868740732039424214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-and-celtics.html' title='Me and the Celtics'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-7171138455414246904</id><published>2008-06-15T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:46:57.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Baby-on-the-way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>Dunlap Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Do you know what Dunlap Syndrome is? That could be one of Jeff Foxworthy's "you might be a redneck" questions. Let me explain. Dunlap Syndrome is southern slang for an expanding belly...as in "yer belly has dunlapped over yer belt". I, unfortunately, have Dunlap Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my dad turned 50 my grandmother told him that he was approaching the time in life where he would have to decide "over or under". She was referring to whether his belt and pants would be over or under his belly. My dad's belly is not yet big enough for him to worry about that now, but if and when it is he will go under (not the same decision his father made).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my over under decision is different and thankfully temporary. Lately, rocking Anderson is a challenge. I am not sure if I should put him under the belly. When sitting my lap is almost non-existent. Or should I put him over the belly? Then, he is almost around my neck. Either way it is awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-7171138455414246904?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7171138455414246904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=7171138455414246904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7171138455414246904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/7171138455414246904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/dunlap-syndrome.html' title='Dunlap Syndrome'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5615857965507485438</id><published>2008-06-10T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:23:06.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Summer Blog Break</title><content type='html'>Well, it appears that summer break equals blog break.  I have had a hard time finding the time to update my blog.  We have been busy lately.  Justin and I went on a short getaway to North Myrtle Beach the weekend after our anniversary.  We decided to celebrate the weekend after because it was so difficult and expensive to book a place on Memorial Day weekend.  We had a wonderful time lounging on the beach, floating in the lazy river, and just having conversations without little voices interrupting.  We even got to witness a wedding on the beach...which brought back sweet memories from our wedding 7 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;The kids and I have been swimming several times.  A few times at my in-laws' pool and once at the YMCA with our friends the Masseys.  I think that we will be poolside very frequently these next few weeks.  It seems to be the only place I can get cooled off in this heat wave!   And an added bonus is the relief  the pool provides from this extra weight I'm carrying around.  I'll have to post some pictures soon of the kids playing in the pool, but don't expect to see any of me in my bathing suit...that is the one definate disadvatage of visiting the pool, having to wear a swimsuit 35 weeks pregnant! &lt;br /&gt;We don't really have any other plans for this summer.  Just going to relax and take it easy before Baby #3 arrives in July...just around the corner!!  I've been busy trying to prepare for his arrival.  I worked pretty hard (with help from my Dad who built the shelves and cubbies, and my mom who helped me hang, fold and organize clothes) to get everything switched and put away in the kids' closets.  I still have to get all of the newborn boy clothes out of the attic and put them away in the dresser.  It feels like I just put those clothes up in the attic!  There is still much to do and more to buy before the big day.  I did purchase a stroller, a Combi Twin Saavy LX.  It should arrive later this week.  Thanks to everyone who gave me advice on my stroller woes.  Some great friends of mine (Dawn, Amy and Kimber) threw a shower for me and most everyone who attended contributed to gift cards for me.  I was so overwhelmed with their generosity.  That will really help out with the last few purchases I need to make! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is a quick update and excuse for my slack blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5615857965507485438?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5615857965507485438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5615857965507485438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5615857965507485438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5615857965507485438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-blog-break.html' title='Summer Blog Break'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-516591593608351553</id><published>2008-05-26T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:25:50.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years ago today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDtjCQyjvfI/AAAAAAAAARs/7dNDwH71JMU/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204862684874653170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDtjCQyjvfI/AAAAAAAAARs/7dNDwH71JMU/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDtiywyjveI/AAAAAAAAARk/MEEDrTvDwYY/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I married my Prince Charming in a fairy tale wedding that started the beginning of our happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-516591593608351553?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/516591593608351553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=516591593608351553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/516591593608351553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/516591593608351553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-years-ago-today.html' title='7 years ago today...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDtjCQyjvfI/AAAAAAAAARs/7dNDwH71JMU/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-5370281458085717507</id><published>2008-05-16T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:58:00.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Daddy'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons I Love My Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDMUZEb2hgI/AAAAAAAAARc/MTHFnC2NCAI/s1600-h/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202524415462901250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDMUZEb2hgI/AAAAAAAAARc/MTHFnC2NCAI/s200/jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDMUP0b2hfI/AAAAAAAAARU/rMZtnmB2-0I/s1600-h/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tagged by my friend &lt;a href="http://myjcrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; to list 10 reasons why I love my husband. So here goes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He truly is my best friend. We are high school sweethearts, dating since we were 16 years old, so we've practically grown up together. We enjoy eachother's company, there is such comfort in just being with him. We can talk about everything and nothing. I really can't remember the last time we had a real argument. We don't let petty things bother us. I'm so thankful that we get along so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He makes Christ a priority in his life. We are both growing so much in our faith right now. He strives to be a godly husband and father. It is nice to see Justin leading our family and being an example to those around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He is such a great daddy! He rolls around on the floor wresting and tickling the kids . He sits and talks to Anagrace about the most random of things. He patiently teaches them both new things. After a long day at work, he is the one to bathe them and get them ready for bed. He makes sure to tell them everyday that he loves them. He gives his children the love and attention that they need from a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is a funny man. I don't think a lot of people would guess that upon first meeting him, but he is very funny. He makes me laugh everyday about something silly. He can even make me laugh while I'm upset and crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He waits for me to go to bed. I'm not out a lot of late nights, but if I do have something going on past our usual bedtime he'll wait for me to come home. He may wait on the couch and fall asleep there, but he doesn't go to bed without me. We almost always go to bed at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He is a hard-worker. It's just who he is. But, I am so grateful that he understands and supports my calling to be a stay-at-home mom and works hard to provide for us. I know that being the sole provider for the family must be stressful for him at times, and I truly appreciate his dedication to providing not just our needs, but most of our wants too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He is sexy! He's is so good looking. Some of my favorite features are his blue eyes, one with a cute little mole hidden in his lower left eyelashes and his hands...there's just something sexy about his hands, they are delicate, yet very manly! I could admire him for hours especially in a pair of GAP jeans and a baseball cap. And aside from his looks he's got a confidence about him that is not cocky, but very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He doesn't require much. By that I mean, he doesn't expect a home cooked meal everynight. He is perfectly happy to eat a peanut butter sandwich. And he doesn't complain if the house is in disarray or the laundry is not done. He'll do a load of laundry and help out when needed without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He is compassionate. He will go and pass out biscuits to the homeless or volunteer on a Saturday for an event with our church because he truly enjoys serving others. He will do yardwork for my grandparents, when he has a million other things he needs to do. He has fixed heating/air problems for people in the middle of the night at no charge. He acts tough, but he's a real "softy" on the inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He loves me for me...flaws and all. He knows everything about me and loves me in spite of myself. I would not be the same person without his love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-5370281458085717507?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5370281458085717507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=5370281458085717507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5370281458085717507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/5370281458085717507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-reasons-i-love-my-husband.html' title='10 Reasons I Love My Husband'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SDMUZEb2hgI/AAAAAAAAARc/MTHFnC2NCAI/s72-c/jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-239091876563607695</id><published>2008-05-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T12:32:16.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purchasing Problems</title><content type='html'>I have frequent problems with purchasing. I truly enjoy shopping, but I hate spending money. Everyone picks on my husband (including me) about being frugal, but truth be known I'm just as thrifty as he is. I struggle with my purchases. More likely than not if I buy something for myself I return it. So here are my latest purchasing problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had found the deal of the century! I have been surfing the internet looking for a bargain on a double stroller. I found a Peg Perego top of the line side-by-side stroller for $170. You can't even buy a new Graco stroller for that price, so I snagged it. After it arrived on my doorstep, I realized that it was not compatible with any infant carrier. I don't want a stroller, no matter how nice it is, that I have to get my baby out of the car seat and fasten into the stroller. It is just so much easier to put the whole carrier onto the stroller and go, especially if you're just running a quick errand. So, as much as I loved the stroller...it really was snazzy, lightweight and easy to steer... I decided to get rid of it. To send it back to the company would cost me shipping charges and a restocking fee - over $50. That literally brought me to tears. I called Justin at work crying about this stupid stroller. I'm blaming it on the hormones. I usually have two or three meltdowns per pregnancy, so this was meltdown #1. Anyway, I listed the stroller on craigslist and only lost $10. I'm still not sure what stroller I'm going to go with, but I sure wish I hadn't pushed that one around my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other purchasing problem is yet to be solved. I really need some pajamas. None of mine are comfy. I have been sleeping in Justin's t-shirts, but now even they are getting too tight. I can't believe that I am outgrowing my husband's clothes! I have a really hard time spending money on clothes to &lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt; in. I'm not one of those people that lounge around in my PJ's. I put them on right before bed and put my real clothes on shortly after I wake up. So, buying pajamas is not something I really want to do. I know that is silly, but if I have money to spend I want to buy a new shirt or flip flops or something. I thought that Justin might get me some PJ's for mother's day, since it is not something I would really buy for myself. But I was pleasantly surprised that he remembered I had been saying I wanted a new Bible and some new music to listen to. So, that's what he got me. He did not remember the Bible translation or the name of the CD I wanted, so I had to go and exchange them. But, hey...I'm used to taking stuff back, so I didn't mind at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's my purchasing problems...no real dilema, I know. Certainly nothing to shed tears over (I'm hormonal, okay!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-239091876563607695?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/239091876563607695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=239091876563607695' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/239091876563607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/239091876563607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/purchasing-problems.html' title='Purchasing Problems'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-230066413841778667</id><published>2008-05-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:00:22.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Anderson'/><title type='text'>Anderson is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SBn2yW82VwI/AAAAAAAAARM/5S4pRZj1J9A/s1600-h/anderson"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195454990163269378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SBn2yW82VwI/AAAAAAAAARM/5S4pRZj1J9A/s400/anderson%27s+1st+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe my baby boy is one year old! He has brought so much joy to my life this past year. He has a wonderful personality that keeps me laughing. He finds humor in most things, and flashes his cute grin or gives a sweet chuckle. He is a busy boy, into everything. You can just see the curiosity in his eyes as he explores everything. He is starting to walk. He takes steps on his own, making his way halfway across the room to us or a toy he wants. He will brush his hair, change channels with the remote, dance to music, and pretend to answer the phone. He thinks "no,no" is funny and seems to like to hear me say it. He will seek out things to do and then look me in the eye and say "huh?" just to see if it is still a no,no. He is babbling, often with a lot of facial expressions. He knows what he is saying even if we don't! He has said "mama" and "dada" but is very stingy in saying them, no matter how hard we encourage him he just smiles at us. The boy loves to eat. We call him the "eating machine". I am not sure he is ever completely full, it seems he would eat just as long as we will feed him. He is a very loving baby. He likes to be held and likes to cuddle for short periods of time. He will come over and lay his head on our leg or shoulder to "give love". He has learned to give kisses. I just love his kisses! I just love him, everything about him I adore! He is so precious to me and although the time goes by so quickly I do love watching him grow and learn and show his sweet personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Anderson Jude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-230066413841778667?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/230066413841778667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=230066413841778667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/230066413841778667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/230066413841778667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/anderson-is-one.html' title='Anderson is ONE!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SBn2yW82VwI/AAAAAAAAARM/5S4pRZj1J9A/s72-c/anderson%27s+1st+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-8575038174435263904</id><published>2008-04-23T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:43:13.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>A New Hobby</title><content type='html'>I think I have found a new hobby....craigslist. I have sold two items already. I sold my Joovy sit and stand stroller. I will have to get a double stroller once this baby arrives. (By the way, I am welcoming suggestions as to what is the best double stroller to buy. I have not decided if I want a side-by-side or tandem. Please, let me know what ones you liked or did not like!) I also sold a dresser that would not fit in Anagrace's (or the boys') room. The whole process was so quick and easy. I am planning to look in our attic for more items to sell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought a brand-new twin mattress on craigslist...still in the plastic! I love a bargain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, here is a picture of Anagrace's new bed that Justin's dad built, complete with the craigslist mattress (although you can't see it). We are so happy with how it turned out. Justin was less than thrilled that I wanted to paint it 4 different colors, but I think it makes it cuter that way!  The steps are actually drawers, so they can double as storage. However, Anderson has already learned how to climb them. I guess I'll have to put a baby gate up to keep him out of her room! I will post more pictures of her room and the boys' room after the finishing touches are complete. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192480519152359154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SA9lhW82VvI/AAAAAAAAARE/gvrFUbtDbt4/s320/pics+04-2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-8575038174435263904?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8575038174435263904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=8575038174435263904' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8575038174435263904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8575038174435263904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-hobby.html' title='A New Hobby'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/SA9lhW82VvI/AAAAAAAAARE/gvrFUbtDbt4/s72-c/pics+04-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2465848807722460877</id><published>2008-04-17T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:54:39.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>A Warning I Wish I Had Received Before Today</title><content type='html'>The paint center at your local hardware store is not a good place for an indecisive person. There are far too many paint swatches to choose from. Pink Parfait or Southern Sunset Pink...Hmmm....Lovely Lavender or Plum Delight....Hmmm. Four-year-old little girls are absolutely no help. They show you pictures of the magnificent Disney Princess rooms in the paint sample flyers and want to know if their room can look like that. Eleven month old little boys want to eat the paint swatches. After making a decision, you will most likely feel the desire to return to the store to make Violet Tinge and tinge brighter and more violet-y. If you are smart, you will not return with your children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2465848807722460877?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2465848807722460877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2465848807722460877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2465848807722460877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2465848807722460877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/warning-i-wish-i-had-recieved-before.html' title='A Warning I Wish I Had Received Before Today'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2739893853251183938</id><published>2008-04-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:58:45.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Process Begins...</title><content type='html'>We started the process to switch the kids' rooms today. We took everything off of the walls in both rooms and patched the holes. Justin started priming the striped wall in Anagrace's room. The stripes are pretty bold colors, so I think it will take several coats of primer.  Her room has always been bright red and blue with pastel green and yellow because we did not find out if we were having a boy or girl when I was pregnant with her. My mom and I made curtains with gingham prints in all of the colors. She has also had an outdoor/bug themed room since she was a baby. She had pretty butterflies, ladybugs, and dragonflies on her wall. Cute little nic nacks filled shelves. Most things I had picked out before she was born. Now it is all packed up in a box, and I am a little sad. She is going to have a big girl room now. Anagrace is excited that her new room will be pink! And I am excited to decorate a really girly room with her, but at the same time I feel a twinge of sadness as we pack away her "nursery" things. My baby girl is not a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of those emotions, I am a little stressed at the mess and chaos that switching the rooms entails. It is not easy trying to have children &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; in rooms that we are re-doing! We plan to send them to visit with the grandparents for a few days or a weekend, so that we can paint the walls and try to get as much done without them here. Right now all of Anagrace's furniture is pushed to one side of her room. Stuff is in boxes and crammed in closets. Eventually it will all have to be swapped from one room to the other. We are not sure how long this whole process will take. We still have to paint and assemble the loft bed that Justin's father built for Anagrace and buy a new mattress for it. I need to go through toys to decide what we can donate. And I will definately have to figure out a plan to store and organize all of the toys, clothes, and stuff in both rooms. The boys' new room has a smaller closet and we will not have much room in there with 2 cribs, the changing table, rocker and one small dresser. Anagrace's new room has a larger closet, but the room is tiny. Her new loft bed is going to take up the majority of the wall/floor space in her room. I'll definately have to get creative with storage in both rooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad when this process is over and I can look at and enjoy the fruits of our labor! I'll post the pictures of the finished rooms...but it may be a while!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2739893853251183938?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2739893853251183938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2739893853251183938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2739893853251183938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2739893853251183938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/process-begins.html' title='The Process Begins...'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6868468820712444812</id><published>2008-04-04T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:20:38.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Daddy'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Ready To Think About Retirement</title><content type='html'>I read somewhere about a mom who said that with preteens in the house she was happy to be in "reproductive retirement". I am not there yet. Maybe once I am the mother of &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; boys, &lt;em&gt;14 months apart....&lt;/em&gt;and one 4-year-old drama&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;queen I will be on my way. But, I'm not there yet. I really don't want to ponder the thought that this &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be my last pregnancy. I haven't let my mind go there. Actually I haven't had the time. This pregnancy is flying by! My husband, however, is ready to plan for our reproductive retirement. He has brought up the "v-word", as in vasectomey, several times. We haven't had a real conversation about it. It usually lasts 5 minutes tops and goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: So-and-so at work today was asking how the pregnancy is going....and if we would have any more kids. He told me he had a vasectomy and it all went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: You know we're going to have to discuss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: I'm just not ready to say we are definately done. What if in two or three years, we decide we DO want another baby. It's just so....permanant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;silence&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so more like 30 seconds of conversation. But never a resolution. I don't think that I can give in on this one. I just don't feel in my heart that it is the right time to make such a permanant change. At the same time, it is scary because we were taking contraceptive precautions when we got pregnant this time. Justin has lost all confidence in pharmeceutical birth control. So, at this point I am just praying. I am mostly praying that God will change Justin's perspective :)! I believe what it says in Psalm 127:3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are a gift from the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;they are a reward from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children born to a young man&lt;br /&gt;are like sharp arrows in a warrior's hands.&lt;br /&gt;How happy is the man whose quiver is full of them!&lt;br /&gt;He will not be put to shame when he confronts his accusers at the city gates.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. 127:4-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still young. We are technically still in our twenties, clinging by our fingernails, but we still are! And I am not sure if the Lord plans to bless us with more. He definately gave us this child growing inside me when we had not planned on it. He may have a plan for another child in our future, but we could hinder that by going ahead with the vasectomy. I don't know....maybe I'm being super-spiritual?!&lt;br /&gt;It could be that right now I feel such a calling to be a mommy, and to see in the far distance an end to that makes me sad. It's not that I have my identity wrapped up in mommyhood and that I don't know what to do if I am not at home raising my children; I have a career waiting in the wings. It is a career that I do enjoy. I've had the flexibility to work a few days a week over the years while still being at home with children, and it has been a nice "get-away". I enjoy having a purpose outside of my home as well. I think that it just all boils down to the fact that I am not ready to make the decision that our family is complete. So, I ask that you all pray for clarity for Justin and I and a sense of peace with whatever we choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6868468820712444812?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6868468820712444812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6868468820712444812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6868468820712444812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6868468820712444812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-ready-to-think-about-retirement.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ready To Think About Retirement'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-8180311422517905181</id><published>2008-04-02T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:22:45.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the smallest things bring a lot of joy to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping. Now, that in itself does not bring me joy. But, they just opened a new Wal-Mart store close to our house. It is nice, new, and clean and it is has not been crowded or had long lines the few times that I have shopped there. That brings me joy. I finished my grocery shopping at ALDI. Let me just say... if you are looking for ways to save on groceries ALDI is the place to shop. That is, if you are not a brand-a-holic. They do not regularly stock name-brand foods, but occasionally have some "on special". This week they had my favorite cereal (Kellogg's All-Bran Strawberry Medley) at ALDI. I bought 3 boxes. That brought me joy. I have my meals planned for the week and the groceries to make it happen. Now, all I have to do is cook it. That is the hard part. Cooking does not bring me joy. But, if I don't make dinner no one complains. Anderson is content with just about anything we feed him, Anagrace with ALDI brand spaghetti and meatballs, Justin with a peanut butter sandwich, and me with my cereal. So, to know that I do not have the pressure to cook everynight and not feel guilty....that brings me joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-8180311422517905181?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8180311422517905181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=8180311422517905181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8180311422517905181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8180311422517905181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-4834542958160409402</id><published>2008-04-01T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:23:32.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>Two Heartbeats!</title><content type='html'>I had an OB appointment today. My midwife measured my belly and was surprised by the amount of growth. I had been thinking for weeks that my belly is bigger than it should be, but I just thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is my third child....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pregnant 5 months after giving birth,so my uterus was still larger than usual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have baby weight from Anderson...etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came time to listen to the heartbeat, and there were TWO! TWO heartbeats?! Am I having twins?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool's....The 2 heartbeats were mine and the baby's! Did I get you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have an appointment today, and the midwife said everything is fine. My belly is measuring where it should be. Now, my behind is another story! She didn't say that...that's my personal opinion. And if it's yours too, please keep that to yourself....JUSTIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-4834542958160409402?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4834542958160409402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=4834542958160409402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4834542958160409402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/4834542958160409402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/two-heartbeats.html' title='Two Heartbeats!'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-2013620738009991402</id><published>2008-03-27T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:03:03.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about the whole family'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>It has taken me a while to recoup from Easter. Hence, the delay of the pictures and post. We had a brunch at our house on the Saturday before Easter Sunday. Thirteen adults and four children attended, which was a much smaller crowd than I had originally planned for. We had a great time and it did seem a little less stressful than years past when more people were packed in our small home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, we attended an awesome Easter service at our church. My mom, stepdad and stepbrother joined us, which made it even more special. Our church has now added a fourth service time due to the phenomenal growth we've experienced. Justin and I decided to serve during the new service time because there was a need for voluteers in that time slot. In order to do that, we have to attend a later service than usual. It may take us a while to adjust to the Sunday schedule change. After church, we went to Justin's parents for an early dinner. We all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My children enjoyed all the Easter festivities. Anagrace was so excited about her Easter basket. She was especially fond of the chocolate rabbit. So much so that it was a struggle for her to actually eat him. She saved him for several days after opening the package. She would look at him, contemplate biting his ears, then put him back. She told me "Mama, I want to eat him, but I don't think I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;". She has more willpower than me...if it's chocolate I'm going to eat it no matter how cute it is staring back at me! Anderson enjoyed digging through his very first Easter basket, too. He did not have any issues with eating the treats inside, even the ones that were not edible went straight to his mouth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of it all for me was hearing the Easter story retold by my 4 year-old...not the one about the bunny delivering baskets to children, the one about Jesus dying on the cross and rising again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures for you to enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My cuties all dressed up on Easter Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182585449978202050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R-w-AhwPB8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/p1uSeLfiOoA/s320/March08+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anagrace eating her bunny hesitantly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583195120371570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R-w79RwPB3I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6IckH6EGfj4/s320/March08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson as an Easter Bunny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182584612459579298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R-w9PxwPB6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/PRjzk9wiG1w/s320/March08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anderson and his 1st Easter basket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586863022442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R-w_SxwPB9I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yM19rwLMA-I/s320/March08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-2013620738009991402?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2013620738009991402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=2013620738009991402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2013620738009991402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/2013620738009991402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R-w-AhwPB8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/p1uSeLfiOoA/s72-c/March08+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-1924589520814529691</id><published>2008-03-10T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T09:20:39.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about the whole family'/><title type='text'>The A Team</title><content type='html'>Justin and I have been discussing names since discovering we are expecting another boy. We first had to decide if this baby's name would begin with an "A". We did not purposely choose for Anagrace and Anderson's names to begin with the same letter. It just happened that way. Anagrace is a family name, (found in 5 generations) it was my grandmother and great-grandmother's name. Anderson is also a family name. It is Justin's grandmother's maiden name. So, we were unsure if we should just pick a name that we like even if it didn't begin with "A". Would this child feel left out if we didn't? We decided to go ahead and go with an "A" name. So, I'll have an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_A-Team"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Team&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;now. My friend, &lt;a href="http://myjcrew.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;, has a &lt;em&gt;J Crew&lt;/em&gt; because all of her children's names begin with "J"....so, I thought I'd think of a cute name for my bunch. It works, especially now that I have a van. I doubt that I'll start wearing tons of gold necklaces, but I might have to use Mr. T's catch phrase "Quit that jibba jabba" if it gets too rowdy on our road trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Justin and I have decided on a name...but I'm not sure we're ready to share it with the world. Sorry...but "Don't give me no back talk, sucka!" (Mr. T just cracks me up!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-1924589520814529691?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1924589520814529691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=1924589520814529691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1924589520814529691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1924589520814529691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/a-team.html' title='The A Team'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6449195731418448613</id><published>2008-03-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:28:26.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>I Need to Be Cleaning My House Right Now</title><content type='html'>I must pry myself away from this computer. I have set this day aside, in my own mind, as a day of cleaning. I need to be cleaning my house right now. The children are at their Grandma Prevette's, so I cannot use them as an excuse. My only distractions are the ones I create myself. I will use one excuse, though...I get "winded" so easily. I have to do some cleaning and then take a break. This extra baby weight is wearing me out. And to think I still have 18-20 more weeks...YIKES! Mental Note: do not sit down at the computer when taking a breather.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be cleaning my house right now. Justin had a stomach bug the past 2 days, which means deep cleaning is in order for the contaminated portions of the house. I Lysol-ed everything (sometimes while he was still in the area!), but I want to scrub those germs away before my children return.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be cleaning my house right now. In 2 weeks we will have about 30 adults and 9 children over for an Easter Brunch. I know that in 2 weeks my house will be dirty again. But, maybe if I do some deep cleaning (which I am not good at) then a little tidying and straightening (which I am better at) will suffice before the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going to go clean my house now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6449195731418448613?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6449195731418448613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6449195731418448613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6449195731418448613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6449195731418448613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-to-be-cleaning-my-house-right.html' title='I Need to Be Cleaning My House Right Now'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-8279008117203210855</id><published>2008-03-01T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:16:13.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Baby-on-the-way'/><title type='text'>Our First Glimpse of Our Third Child</title><content type='html'>Here are the 4D ultrasound pictures that I promised. Isn't it amazing?! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R8mrTj0wiEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0u_yAqUGXm8/s1600-h/4D+ultrasound+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172853999534114882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R8mrTj0wiEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0u_yAqUGXm8/s400/4D+ultrasound+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-8279008117203210855?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8279008117203210855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=8279008117203210855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8279008117203210855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/8279008117203210855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-first-glimpse-of-our-third-child.html' title='Our First Glimpse of Our Third Child'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUsn3VsKbng/R8mrTj0wiEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0u_yAqUGXm8/s72-c/4D+ultrasound+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-6545267162431758056</id><published>2008-02-29T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:45:42.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about the whole family'/><title type='text'>My Funny Family</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things that my family did that made me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anagrace has a new friend. She has formed some sort of a bond with a jelly packet from Bojangles. She calls it "wormy". She carries it around everywhere and talks to it. I am afraid that wormy is going to explode into a sticky mess on the carpet because of her affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson has learned to flex his arm muscles. He enjoys flexing while eating and he can do it on command when you say "show me your muscles"! His arms tremble and he makes a grunting noise when showing his strength. We actually had a flexing contest during dinner last night...the whole family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin sang old Michael Jackson tunes at the top of his lungs while we were alone in the van. There was head-bobbing, face-contorting and lots of "whoos" and "hee hees" involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my funny family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-6545267162431758056?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6545267162431758056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=6545267162431758056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6545267162431758056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/6545267162431758056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-funny-family.html' title='My Funny Family'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-1598966641141449636</id><published>2008-02-27T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:16:50.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Baby-on-the-way'/><title type='text'>A Roomy Womb</title><content type='html'>I finally felt the baby kick 2 nights ago.  I love that feeling, the feeling of my baby growing and moving inside me.  I was not overly-concerned, but I was wondering why I hadn't felt movement before now. &lt;br /&gt;Anagrace was the first resident of my uterus.  She probably lived in pretty tight quarters, so I felt her move sooner.  There was almost a 3 year vacancy period before Anderson, so I'm sure his home was quite cozy.  I felt him move early on, too.  But, this baby took up residence 5 months after Anderson vacated the premises.   He is probably living in a much roomier womb than the previous 2 occupants.  I picture him legs stretched out, hands behind his head, just chillin' saying "Ah, home sweet home"  or maybe "Womb sweet womb"!&lt;br /&gt;(I actually got to see him on a 4D ultrasound (it was so cool) and he was not stretched out as I pictured.  I'm going to post some of those pictures as soon as I can figure out why my scanner is not working.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-1598966641141449636?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1598966641141449636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=1598966641141449636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1598966641141449636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/1598966641141449636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/roomy-womb.html' title='A Roomy Womb'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2691957388407629442.post-9150041966431698867</id><published>2008-02-25T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:49:29.962-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff about Mommy'/><title type='text'>A Busy Few Days</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy few days for me. Here's what has been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 19th~Ultrasound. Surprised once again by the baby inside me. I thought for sure I was carrying a girl. It took me days to wrap my brain around having another boy. (But not near as long as it took when I discovered I was pregnant...now that was a shock!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 20th~Left for Charleston for the SC Speech-Language and Hearing Convention. I enjoyed the ride in my "new" Odyssey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Saturday, February 21-23~Spent hours in sessions about various speech-language topics such as swallowing disorders, stuttering, autism, functional therapy techniques.,etc. Although all of that was "fun", the best part of my trip was spending time with my former co-workers from Fort Mill School District and my college roommate, Kristen, who lives in Charleston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, February 23~I returned home. It is so wonderful coming home after a few days away. I missed my husband and kids so much, even thought I was only gone a few days. The smiles on the kids' faces and my husband's sweet words (he now understands and appreciates my daily routines) made a wonderful homecoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, February 24~ Went to our awesome church. We went to the later service, because I could not pull myself out of the bed. Actually, we all slept in. Once home, we began trying to tidy up the mess that had accumulated while mommy was away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, February 25~ I am writing this post during my lunch break. I am substituting for a speech therapist at a local elementary school. I did not get the job that I interviewed for last month. I was really disappointed at first, but now I realize it is for the best. If I had been hired, the clients on my caseload would have to be placed back on a waiting list when I have the baby. That would not be fair to them. So, I inquired about helping out with the school system until the end of the school year. The school year will end right before baby #3 arrives. It works out perfectly; I will be a "permanant substitute" that rotates through the therapists in the various schools in the district to help them with paperwork, testing and therapy until the end of the year. It will be a 1 to 2 day a week position. So, here I am....back in the working world (kind of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my lunch break is about over. Just wanted to let you in on the busyness of my life... and give my excuse for not blogging in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2691957388407629442-9150041966431698867?l=theprevettefamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9150041966431698867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2691957388407629442&amp;postID=9150041966431698867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/9150041966431698867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2691957388407629442/posts/default/9150041966431698867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprevettefamily.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-few-days.html' title='A Busy Few Days'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527376642431232268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
