<?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-14940093</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:40:13.571-04:00</updated><category term='Jude'/><title type='text'>life as a mom of 3  young boys</title><subtitle type='html'>My life. The excitement and challenges of raising and loving my 3 boys - 1 with special needs - homeschooling, eating naturally, and preparing and organizing home and life for our twins to be born this summer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14940093.post-7508988630037406461</id><published>2008-09-16T08:51:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:17:31.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter to Win....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alongfortheride.biz/Win-a-Free-Beco-Butterf-&lt;br /&gt;ly-and-Beco-Toy-Carrier-s/49.htm"&gt;Win a Beco Butterfly Baby Carrier and Beco Toy Carrier from Along for the Ride.&lt;/a&gt; Must be submitted by Sept 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-7508988630037406461?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/7508988630037406461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=7508988630037406461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/7508988630037406461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/7508988630037406461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2008/09/enter-to-win.html' title='Enter to Win....'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-3080099547264371747</id><published>2008-08-05T17:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:28:42.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jude'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2735928269_ac50777809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2735928269_ac50777809.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/judechambers"&gt;Jude&lt;/a&gt; is 2!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-3080099547264371747?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/3080099547264371747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=3080099547264371747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/3080099547264371747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/3080099547264371747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-ju-de-is-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2735928269_ac50777809_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14940093.post-106207145506463036</id><published>2008-05-21T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:27:06.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Give us this day, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Not the miracles our human hearts long for,&lt;br /&gt;Not the proud but brief satisfaction of saying to doubters,&lt;br /&gt;"I told you so!"&lt;br /&gt;But give us daily bread--only that which You see will truly nourish us in our pilgrimage towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prayer is from Elizabeth Elliot's book - Lamp For My Feet. It sums up my hearts struggle these past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father, for this refreshing prayer and new perspective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-106207145506463036?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/106207145506463036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=106207145506463036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/106207145506463036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/106207145506463036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-us-this-day-lord-not-miracles-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-5559222872007643772</id><published>2008-02-11T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T13:32:47.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Business of Being Born - trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DgLf8hHMgo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DgLf8hHMgo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more info: www.thebusinessofbeingborn.com&lt;br /&gt;available on Netflix and DVD sometime in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-5559222872007643772?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/5559222872007643772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=5559222872007643772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/5559222872007643772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/5559222872007643772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2008/02/business-of-being-born.html' title='The Business of Being Born - trailer'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-652680715193210449</id><published>2007-12-10T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:43:43.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!!!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by 2 of my friends who are sisters: &lt;a href="http://guinan.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged_1954.html"&gt;Heidi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://barkerhappenings.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged.html"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this has taken me so long to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I'm Passionate About:&lt;br /&gt;1. Trying to love and&lt;br /&gt;2. glorifying God with my life &lt;br /&gt;3. My amazing Husband&lt;br /&gt;4. my 3 amazing, inquisitive, fun loving boys&lt;br /&gt;5. precious life long friends (even if I'm not good at keeping up)&lt;br /&gt;6. new friends! &lt;br /&gt;7. learning to eat and cook with Whole/Natural Foods&lt;br /&gt;8. trying to get organized!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I say Often:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;2. It's ok,  Jude, Mama's got you! (when he's having a seizure)&lt;br /&gt;3. Please, be nice!&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick up your toys!&lt;br /&gt;5. EXCUSE ME!! (when the boys are doing something they know NOT to do!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Josiah, you need to put your clothes on. &lt;br /&gt;7. Can you .... ?&lt;br /&gt;8.  Just a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I've Read Recently: (this is gonna be tough! haven't read in so long!- no order)&lt;br /&gt;1. Above Rubies Magazine&lt;br /&gt;2. No Greater Joy Magazine&lt;br /&gt;3. Parenting Magazine&lt;br /&gt;4. Bible&lt;br /&gt;5. Say Goodbye to Whining and Complaining&lt;br /&gt;6.  Serve God, Save the Planet&lt;br /&gt;7. The Mommy Manual&lt;br /&gt;8. Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Diligently teach my children about life, love and other mysteries (yes, i stole it from point of grace, sums it up though!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hide God's Word in my heart, that I might not sin against Him&lt;br /&gt;3. Live in a foreign country - with my kids&lt;br /&gt;4. Become fluent in a second and learn a third language - with my kids&lt;br /&gt;5. Be willing to be God's hands and feet in whatever situation He calls &lt;br /&gt;6. Prayerfully watch my children and any future children walk after God&lt;br /&gt;7. Add to our family - naturally or by adoption&lt;br /&gt;8. Live with a heart of joy and gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Songs I can Listen to over and over (and I probably have):&lt;br /&gt;1. Be Thou My Vision&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Love is Amazing&lt;br /&gt;3. Anything that my kids get stuck singing! (ie "Never let Go"," Jingle Bells", "Hot Chocolate" from the Polar Express)&lt;br /&gt;4. Incorruptible - Watermark&lt;br /&gt;5. My husband's songs&lt;br /&gt;6. Over the Rhine&lt;br /&gt;7. A Child of the Father - Chery Keaggy&lt;br /&gt;8. Amazing Grace - updated version - " My chains are gone, I've been set free, Christ, My Savior has ransomoned me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that Attract Me to My Friends:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love - of God and others&lt;br /&gt;2. Wisdom and advice they offer&lt;br /&gt;3. Listening ear&lt;br /&gt;4. Understanding heart&lt;br /&gt;5. that they like to laugh and have fun&lt;br /&gt;6. encouragement they give&lt;br /&gt;7. the way they serve their families&lt;br /&gt;8. how they live their life, cause it's usually different than mine! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I have learned in the last year:&lt;br /&gt;1. How to give shots! ACK!&lt;br /&gt;2. How to recognize a seizure&lt;br /&gt;3. How helpless I really am - God is the strength that carries me&lt;br /&gt;4. God's love doesn't go away even if you have a hard time believing certain attributes about Him :-)&lt;br /&gt;5. That I can be a mom to 3 boys! &lt;br /&gt;6. to rely more on God and not others (still working on this one!)&lt;br /&gt;7. that I love my husband more with each year!&lt;br /&gt;8. that I cannot successfully pull off a schedule for my family to save my life! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 People I have decided to tag for this: (So many of you have done this already!)&lt;br /&gt;1. Kitty&lt;br /&gt;2. Kathryn&lt;br /&gt;3. Jessica&lt;br /&gt;4. Summer&lt;br /&gt;5. Susanna - since I've yet to see yours :-)&lt;br /&gt;6. That's all I can think of right now&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-652680715193210449?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/652680715193210449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=652680715193210449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/652680715193210449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/652680715193210449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!!!'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-4621005638069273945</id><published>2007-12-08T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:45:50.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jude'/><title type='text'>Jude's Story</title><content type='html'>I was welcomed into the world, at 4:30 am on August 5th, 2006.  I was in a hurry to come, mama and daddy were thinking I would arrive later that morning, but I had different plans. The midwife wasn't there in time and I was born into my daddy's hands. My mama thought that I was one of the 3 most beautiful babies she had ever seen.  I had a very special few minutes with my mama and daddy, all by myself.  This would later become increasingly special to mama and daddy as my health wasn't as perfect as it seemed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a couple weeks old my mama noticed several patches of non-pigmented skin on my leg.  Thinking these were just birth marks, she thought nothing more of it but would loving look at them as a special part of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama thinks I was a great baby! She loved to carry me around in her Moby wrap and take care of the family. I loved this and would easily fall asleep to the sound of her beating heart.  I loved to eat and cuddle and swing in my swing.  My big brothers loved to shower me with affection and they had to learn to do that gently! I was growing and getting smarter and stronger every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was going really well for my little family. We enjoyed life in our little house and were very grateful for all that God was doing in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas season and my 4th month of life were fast approaching when I started becoming a fussy baby. My mama wasn't quite sure what to do with me, as I had been so easy going, she tried a couple things, that seemed to help for a bit but nothing long term.  It was a little concerning to my parents but they thought it was something I would grow out of and continued to love me and try to make me comfortable.  I was still pretty happy, except for those fussy times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning during the first week of December(2006). Mama and Daddy were talking to me in my crib. I rolled my eyes and they thought that I was already starting some rebellious behavior at 4 months old and laughed it off!&lt;br /&gt;I became increasingly fussy and started doing these abdominal crunches. This was very concerning for mama and daddy and was quite heart-wrenching for them to watch. A chat with my doctor made it seem not too alarming and probably just the brain trying to work out its patterns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas, these crunches started happening more frequently, up to 7x's a day.  My daddy tried taking me to a dark room while these happened and it seemed to help some.  I was comforted and prayed over each time.  I was scared and afraid.  I didn't know what was happening.  I remember my mama and daddy's hot tears hitting my face and mingling with mine, with each crunch.  These were hard days for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama decided that this was not just the brain maturing but something a lot bigger was going on.  She researched on the internet and found information about infantile spasms(IS) and Tuberous Sclerosis(TSC).  She was pretty sure that I had IS and possibly TSC because of the white patches of skin along with IS.  She knows this was God leading her to what would become my diagnosis a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She placed a call to my doctor who found out about a Pediatric Neurologist - new to the area the 1st of August - who wanted me to have an EEG as soon as possible.  My mama was a bit scared but just wanted to find something to help me and stop all this pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and Daddy woke me very early in the morning of January 5th, my 5th month birthday, so I could eat one last time before I had to have my EEG.  They bundled me up that cold January morning and we headed to Johnson City to the Medical Center.  The tech measured my head (which I hated) and placed little electrodes all over my scalp, my mama was then able to nurse me again, I feel asleep in her arms and the test began.  The tech was a little concerned with some of the patterns but couldn't say anything, and he really didn't seem too alarmed. We drove back home a little more light hearted than before and hoping for a postive outcome.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no sooner walked in the door and greeted Tobin and Josiah, that mama's cell phone rang.  It was Dr. Lehwald's nurse - the EEG was abnormal and we needed to come back to the hospital to have a 24 hour EEG to figure out more of what was going on in my little brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hospital, they put me in my own room and gave me my own little hospital gown.  This was such a surreal time, we didn't know what to think, but I was just happy to be with my mama and daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, my neurologist came to see me. She told us that I have an irregular brain pattern consistent with Infantile Spasms and she wanted to do a Video EEG to catch one of my spasms along with the brain pattern to know more.  She asked my mom some questions, who told her about the white patches on my legs.  She looked those over and felt that I could have TSC.  This was hard to hear but my mama and daddy were so grateful for God's leading in knowing about this before hand, it was easier to grasp and we were ready for action.  They wanted me to be well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hospital for 4 nights.  I had a spinal tap, VEEG, MRI, kidney scan, blood drawn, B6 given (initial therapy to see if it would stop the IS, it did not), ECHO, more blood drawn, nervous nurses watching my bloodoxygen levels and kind of freaking out, many fussy times and being totally scared of what was happening to me on my 5th month birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I had many visitors and lots of people praying and sending their love to my family and me.  I know that is what held my mama and daddy up during those rough days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was discharged on ACTH, a steriod, that has been used to help reset the abnormal brain pattern which causes IS.  My doctor found an aggressive schedule and wanted to try it with me. My mama and daddy would have to give me these shots 2x's a day in my leg. It hurt a lot and I was scared to be laid down and scared to see the needle. but, IT WORKED!  2 days after starting ACTH my seizures stopped and didn't come back! My doctor called this a miracle and we did too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home receiving shots twice a day until the first of February and that was it. I had a follow up EEG and it was clear! I was healed of IS...and that is commonly impossible but we knew with God, all things are possible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seizure free until April...almost 3 whole months, when I started having Complex partial seizures and was put on Keppra. I stopped having them for a few weeks but they came back and have continued since then.  I've added some Tonic seizures and myoclonic jerks to my list now. I'm still taking Keppra and have added Lamictal. Both of which I take very willingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama, daddy, Tobin and Josiah, look at me everyday and are grateful for the life that I have, and for being in this family.  They love me very much and I love them.  I think I have a long road ahead of me, God knit me together and He knows, that's what my daddy tells me, He has a plan and I will trust Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my long story.  Keep praying for me, it is still very scary for me to have seizures, I just don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-4621005638069273945?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/4621005638069273945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=4621005638069273945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/4621005638069273945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/4621005638069273945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2007/12/judes-story.html' title='Jude&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-9069509486424244057</id><published>2007-11-19T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:20:28.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I just had to write this down somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Tobin, Jude and I were sitting on my bed. (Tobin is quite the talker, he asks questions and has opinions about everything.  He is very interested in learning about insects and animals. He also loves to talk about Jude and tries to understand all that is going on with him.  He has a very loving and compassionate heart.)  I was watching Jude crawl around and about the bed, while listening to Tobin.  He began talking about having another sibling (which has been doing a lot lately, and no, that doesn't mean that there is another one coming, ha!) he mentions God giving him another brother or sister and that baby will be really healthy. (Meaning, no seizures or going to the doctor, like Jude has to.)  &lt;br /&gt;Then he says, "I love Jude. I waited for him my whole life."  wow - that blew me away - and blessed me beyond measure. I sometimes wonder what Tobin and Josiah think with all the attention I have to give Jude, I try to make it fair attention wise, but reality is, it doesn't always happen everyday. &lt;br /&gt;It is also a reminder of how much God works, in spite of me, He is working on these little hearts and doing far more in them that I could ever hope to do. I just need to remember that, I can do what I can but God can do MORE and HE does do MORE!! &lt;br /&gt;So tonight, as this time of year brings out the thankful thoughts, I'm very thankful for a God who works, who does amazing things and does things in His will. Even though, I don't always see that or think that. God is working!!&lt;br /&gt;As hard as 2007 has been for me, I can say with Tobin- &lt;br /&gt; Jude, I have waited for you my whole life! God has used you more to begin a work in me that nothing else has, even though the road is not clear or the lessons completely learned or even willingly learned. One thing for sure is, that it is not about you or me but about God and living for Him! Thank you, little man, for being the vessel to make that part of my life.  You are a treasure, not only to me and your daddy but to your Heavenly Daddy, as well. He has amazing plans for you!!! And I'm going to make sure you know that, every single day of our lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a healing time for me to write this. So much has been going on, and I've felt so lost. My attitude has been so wrong, I wasn't sure I even had anything to be thankful for. But I have, oh so much more, then I even realize at this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace rains down and quenches the parched land.&lt;br /&gt;Soil welcomes and enjoys the refeshment it brings. &lt;br /&gt;Life springs forth, like never before.&lt;br /&gt;Heart made soft and new again.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness is the beginning of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-9069509486424244057?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/9069509486424244057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=9069509486424244057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/9069509486424244057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/9069509486424244057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2007/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-7208529876498995041</id><published>2007-07-26T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:09:46.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Well, as good intentioned as my last post was, it just wasn't meant to happen.  It has seemed, since then, that anything I start to pursue is overcome by something more urgent.  Those that know me personally, know what I'm referring to. I'm sure I'll post about that soon. It has been quite the journey.  I just felt the need to re-start. I'm inspired by the blogs that I read....hopefully this will be the first post with many more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-7208529876498995041?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/7208529876498995041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=7208529876498995041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/7208529876498995041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/7208529876498995041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-116109414027946276</id><published>2006-10-17T10:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:09:00.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back from my blogging hiatus!</title><content type='html'>Not that I really meant to take a break from blogging. It just turned out that way. The unexpected happens to us (my family), as it seems, all the time! My long break was due to being pregnant and extremely sick with our 3rd child! He was born on August 5th! So I figure, I'm almost back to "normal" and I will put pics on here as soon as I can find the camera cord! Hopefully, I can get back in the blogging world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-116109414027946276?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/116109414027946276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=116109414027946276' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/116109414027946276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/116109414027946276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-from-my-blogging-hiatus.html' title='back from my blogging hiatus!'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-113407411971647563</id><published>2005-12-08T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:35:19.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a short conversation</title><content type='html'>ok, this conversation between Josiah and Tobin JUST happened 2 minutes ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live near some railroad tracks and hear trains go by all the time. Although, none has been by recently. But I guess this is just what Josiah was thinking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah is standing at the window in the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: Bye train Bye! (repeatedly for a couple minutes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comes Tobin. He listens for a second then says to Josiah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tobin: The train isn't going bye bye it's not at Java J's  (because after the train goes near our house, it passes by Java J's and vice versa, so Tobin has it all figured out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah: bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobin: We aren't going bye bye right now and the train isn't going anywhere Siah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just enjoy my children being able to have a conversation with each other! It's such a delight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-113407411971647563?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/113407411971647563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=113407411971647563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113407411971647563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113407411971647563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/12/short-conversation.html' title='a short conversation'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-113225522504077447</id><published>2005-11-19T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:57:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2319/1368/1600/100_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2319/1368/320/100_0851.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Josiah with his hot chocolate gotee! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2319/1368/1600/100_0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2319/1368/320/100_0850.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tobin drinking hot chocolate out of a real mug! Kind of scary...but he did really well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-113225522504077447?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/113225522504077447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=113225522504077447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113225522504077447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113225522504077447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/11/josiah-with-his-hot-chocolate-gotee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-113132992997405785</id><published>2005-11-06T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:09:57.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know what I want to write and I know what I need to write. It's just finding the words to describe my emotions, feelings.....reality.&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother is DEAD. I'm in shock, I mean, I've cried, I still cry. But it still hasn't hit home. Yes, it is so much better for her to not be suffering any longer. I find solace in that. And most importantly in the fact that she believed that Jesus is the only way to God and lived her life accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;But reality is, it hurts, it's hard. My precious boys were barely beginning to know Nanny. She loved them so and said that they were her babies and they were 'just what we needed' in this family.&lt;br /&gt;Memories flood my heart and I just wanted them to be able to share those with their great grandmother...because she was still a young great-grandmother at 73.&lt;br /&gt;It's still just hard to think that she isn't here any more.&lt;br /&gt;Her house is just not the same without her. Everything there is a reminder of who she was and how she lived.&lt;br /&gt;Even though for the past few years her frail body was in pain, she remained joyful, laughing, smiling with the hope of getting better. There was so much she was looking forward to. So much we wanted to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*11/17 the above was written a couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's still hard to grasp...&lt;br /&gt;just remember...family is family...spend time with them, love them, appreciate them and all their idiosyncrasies...for like everyone...our days are numbered...and you don't know how long that is.  (ps 139:16)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-113132992997405785?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/113132992997405785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=113132992997405785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113132992997405785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113132992997405785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-what-i-want-to-write-and-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-113105050229940596</id><published>2005-11-03T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:41:42.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="_ctl2_Lyrics"&gt;I was helping Matthew find the lyrics/chords to this song. It so moved me that I had to post it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl2_Lyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Ye Sinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, ye sinners, poor and needy&lt;br /&gt;Weak and wounded, sick and sore&lt;br /&gt;Jesus ready, stands to save you&lt;br /&gt;Full of pity, love and power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will arise and go to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He will embrace me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of my dear Savior,&lt;br /&gt;O, there are ten thousand charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome&lt;br /&gt;God's free bounty glorify&lt;br /&gt;True belief and true repentance&lt;br /&gt;Every grace that brings you nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, ye weary, heavy-laden&lt;br /&gt;Lost and ruined by the fall&lt;br /&gt;If you tarry 'til you're better&lt;br /&gt;You will never come at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will arise and go to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He will embrace me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of my dear Savior,&lt;br /&gt;O, there are ten thousand charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Him Prostate in the garden&lt;br /&gt;On the ground your Maker lies&lt;br /&gt;On the bloody tree, behold him&lt;br /&gt;Sinner, will this not suffice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo! the incarnate God ascended&lt;br /&gt;Pleads the merit of his blood&lt;br /&gt;Venture on him, venture wholly&lt;br /&gt;Let no other trust intrude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will arise and go to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He will embrace me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of my dear Savior,&lt;br /&gt;O, there are ten thousand charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-113105050229940596?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/113105050229940596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=113105050229940596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113105050229940596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113105050229940596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-helping-matthew-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-113042335256602180</id><published>2005-10-27T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:37:44.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my rescuer :-)</title><content type='html'>we are all moved and settling into our home...which I promise I will update more on later...and even put some pics....but i HAD to put this in so I wouldn't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a usual morning in the Chambers home. Tobin and Josiah up, fed, diapers changed, dressed and playing in their room. It has also been an unusual morning in the fact that Tobin hasn't been as nice to Josiah as he has been for awhile now. So, I have had to been more firm with him this morning then in long time. It has been tough having to be on his behavior all morning. Quite exhausting, actually. Anyway, to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busying my self straightening up the boys room while they played. Picking up clothes, opening the blinds, straightening beds. Then I went to take diapers outside to the trash. As I walked out the door, I noticed, that it had closed all the way. So I dump the diapers in the trash and turn around to go inside but the door is locked. The boys are in the house, my cell phone and my keys. For a split second, I panic. Then I start knocking on the door. But realizing that the boys have no clue that I even walked outside, won't know that I can't answer it. So I run around to the side of the house, thankful that I had opened the blinds a few minutes before. The sun is so strong I can only see Josiahs face - smiling big smiles and saying 'Mama ous' (which is his word for outside). So I yell to Tobin, not knowing if he is even still in the room. I told him that I locked myself out and I need him to come let me in. With no acknowledgement that he even heard me, I head back to the front door and begin knocking. In a few moments, I see him walk through the dining room door into the living room. I told him to open the door in which he immediately begins trying his hardest to do but being just a little too short, can't accomplish the task. So, I told him to go get his chair in the dining room....off he goes, comes back dragging his blue chair behind him and straight to the door. He then proceeds to climb up and wrestle with the door knob. It takes him a few moments but he accomplishes the task set before him. TOBIN is my RESCUER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud that he stuck with the task and didn't become sidetracked or decide not to obey. It thrilled my heart so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-113042335256602180?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/113042335256602180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=113042335256602180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113042335256602180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/113042335256602180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-rescuer.html' title='my rescuer :-)'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112671107364352227</id><published>2005-09-14T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:17:53.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally walking!! :-)</title><content type='html'>Josiah finally started walking!! The boys and I were in Florida last week...I knew that it would probably happen then! Sure enough...J still likes to crawl, as he is much faster that way, but he is toddling around more and more. It's really cute. It's amazing how walking can make him seem so much older! Ah...babies grow up too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying to go through all of our STUFF - to hopefully move with a lot less than we have right now. It's amazing the stuff that accumulates. Some things are just hard to let go of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm in LOVE with IKEA right now. Looking forward to the next trip down to purchase some items for our house. We stopped in the Atlanta store on our way back from FL on Sat. There were probably 1500 people in the store...and more than triple the items to look at. Enough to give one a headache! Planning on going on a weekday next trip down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good right now. Hoping this is a little easier season of life.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112671107364352227?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112671107364352227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112671107364352227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112671107364352227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112671107364352227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/09/finally-walking.html' title='finally walking!! :-)'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14940093.post-112560172176470003</id><published>2005-09-01T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:10:05.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a blessing....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the boys and I went to Krogers...this was the last stop on a list of many...they were quite tired after being out and Josiah had fallen asleep in the car. One of Tobin and Josiah's favorite things about Kroger's, is the race car shopping cart. They both love to sit in and pretend to drive around the store while I shop. It's nice because the seats are located at the top part of the cart so it is really easy to keep an eye on them. Anyway, Josiah wouldn't wake up for anything, so I carried his sleeping, limp body over the whole store while pushing Tobin in the enormous race cart. (I'm sure it was a sight to see! haha)&lt;br /&gt;I finished my few purchases and headed to the check out...Josiah finally decides that it is time to wake up and immediately notices the cart and can't wait to get behind his own steering wheel! Thankful for the break, I buckle him in and he goes to town...haha. Since this was at the very end our trip, the next step was to put the cart back, in which Josiah screams and throws a fit at being removed from his beloved cart. So, I'm carrying a tantrum throwing 14 month old, three bags of groceries and holding Tobin's hand. Praise God there was a parking space right at the door...or I don't know what I would have done. There is a point to this story...just hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Once at the van, I set the bags down on the curb and tell Tobin to wait for me right beside the van, so I could buckle the still fit throwing Josiah into his seat. As I'm struggling to get J into his seat, Tobin is busying himself removing his little rock collection from the floor of the van and straightening a box of cereal that had fallen out of the bag, back into it. He then proceeds to load the groceries into the van. All of this without one word from me. When I turned around to see what he was in the midst of doing...it blessed me beyond measure! It may seem rather insignificant or small to some of you, but to a parent, it's monumental! It is truly a treasure to see your children putting into practice things that you have tried to instill in their little hearts. The hard times of training and discipline do pay off, even with a 2 year old. It is a glimmer of hope for me that the difficult days will end and my little boy will be a man of integrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112560172176470003?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112560172176470003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112560172176470003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112560172176470003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112560172176470003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/09/blessing.html' title='a blessing....'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112550700391726255</id><published>2005-08-31T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T12:50:03.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks is long enough...</title><content type='html'>Life happens. Time quickly comes with the sun and disappears with the moon. Day and Night. Wake and Sleep. With all the "normal" life stuff in between. (normal being in quotes, well, because, what is normal, anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;Although, some out of "normal" things have happened in the past 2 weeks. First off, we are really considering buying a HOUSE!! PRAISE GOD! :-) Finally, after months (years) of longing for our own place, we think we have finally found it! It's a cute bungalow style, on one floor, with a HUGE, FENCED in, yard and lots of other little cute things. It will need a little bit of updating to our taste - but isn't that the whole point? :-)&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of owning a house has sent me into orbit! I think I've been there for the last week at least. So many decisions and choices to make. And excitement to the extreme! (Trying to keep it level, haha, tired of disappointments.)&lt;br /&gt;In between all of this excitment I turned 24. Woah. First time I've written it. Makes it seem more 'official' now. Yikes. Why does every year over 20 seem like a MAJOR step?&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed by a wonderful spa afternoon, an hour massage, manicure and pedicure. What a glorious, relaxing afternoon. I had lunch with my mom and sisters and my wonderful husband, planned a little get together with some friends that evening after dinner. It was fun to be with family and friends and to have a little while without having to chase after my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are preparing to go to Florida on Monday...so much to do...and at least ONE boy is sleeping! Going to try to get a few things done. TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112550700391726255?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112550700391726255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112550700391726255' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112550700391726255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112550700391726255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-weeks-is-long-enough.html' title='2 weeks is long enough...'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112433546493494901</id><published>2005-08-17T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T08:15:43.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading a friends blog...about babies and such...making a decision in your mind and thinking of those that would not agree with your decision. She found freedom in knowing that the moment was more important than the schedule or routine. I wholeheartedly agree!&lt;br /&gt;Just last night as I was trying to get Josiah back to sleep...our once sleeper has decided he'd rather be in Mommy's arms in the middle of the night than anywhere else...and I was struggling with the fact that I had stuff that I wanted to do, the frustration in me was mounting. Then I had a thought. I could be frustrated with this situation...or I could lay down and hold my precious baby, who is growing too fast, and enjoy the moments that I DO get to hold him and spend time with him before he is too much of a 'Big Boy' to let his Mommy hold him. So, I laid back on my bed, snuggled under the covers and held my baby close. What a sense of peace...I could relax and rest, which is really what I needed to do, and I could build an incredible memory with my son.&lt;br /&gt;Life goes too fast, especially when raising children. There are times you want to 'throw in the towel', that you've 'had enough'. But it's in those times I've learned the most about myself, that I've been stretched the most and that because of Christ, been able to make it thru them and grow into a better mom and wife.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first few weeks that Tobin was in this world. Nighttimes were a struggle and I was wanting to give up so much, espcially when my DH was sleeping beside me on the bed. It occured to me how truly selfish I was. My precious Tobin just needed to be loved and cuddled and hugged and I wanted to sleep, quite frustrating! But when I realized that I could give something up that was precious to me and turn it into something more precious, memories and time with my son, then there was peace.&lt;br /&gt;I have to come back to these thoughts, every so often. It's so easy to get caught up in ME and do what I want. But that's not what motherhood is all about...not how good my life can be with kids...but how good my life can be because of them and what I invest in them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Josiah is crying.......good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112433546493494901?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112433546493494901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112433546493494901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112433546493494901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112433546493494901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-reading-friends-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112398683409206743</id><published>2005-08-13T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:35:19.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trying to think of something to post. I'm sitting here all alone. My beautiful boys are sleeping peacefully and my DH is on his way home from Nashville. It's been a tiring weekend without him here. I almost feel as if yesterday didn't end and just continued into today which is continuing into tonight. We did have a bit of break this afternoon at a cousin's birthday at the lake. It was a really hot day and the water was soooo refreshing! Ahh... It's so much fun to see my boys having fun! Tobin's favorite thing to do is sit at the water's edge and throw rocks in the water as the wake comes crashing into him at the shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;He is becoming more aware of what is happening around him...always has been somewhat...but now fears are starting to come up. It's hard to see him afraid of something...we acknowledge it is real and help him work thru it by showing him there is nothing to be afraid of and praying for him and with him. I keep telling him that Jesus loves him, even so much more than Mommy and Daddy do and that He will keep him safe. I don't want him to be careless about anything but I don't want him to be bogged down by fear either. My prayer is for wisdom in how to handle this, to help him work thru it quickly and well and to know he CAN trust Jesus, even if he doesn't fully understand it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Faith like a child. How simple and unbinding. Sometimes, all the time, actually, I need to trust God more like Tobin and Josiah trust me. They take to heart what I say and learn from it. They aren't afraid to be themselves, no matter how good, bad or ugly they may act. Yet, they know my love for them will never change. They trust that I will always be there for them, in the good and in the hard situations. They know that disicipline comes when they are not obedient. They will eventually get to asking questions, but not yet. What a picture of how we can be with God. So pure, so right. How much God wants all of our relationships to be that way with him. He wants us to be us, who He created us to be, simple, trusting and unbinded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112398683409206743?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112398683409206743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112398683409206743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112398683409206743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112398683409206743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/trying-to-think-of-something-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112387389389040587</id><published>2005-08-12T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:12:57.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>frugality</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of making a grocery price book. It's quite a long process and it will take awhile until it is finished. The gist of it is to have a record of prices for items that you usually buy. So that when they go on sale you will know if it really is a good deal and whether to stock up on the item or not, in the long run saving money. The people who use this way of shopping have seen tremendous savings in their grocery budget. This takes preparation, planning meals, looking at weekly sales papers, coupons and what's on hand. I'm really hoping that the food section of our budget will decrease, because, I know that I should be able to feed my family very well for less then what I'm already spending.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and I made the rounds to several stores this morning and I was quite impressed with what I was able to buy. Although, I'm afraid that in a few months I'm going to look back and see that my deals weren't as good as I thought...but it's a start and I have meals planned and a freezer full of food...for about $80 for 2 weeks! I thought that was pretty good! A start at least! (Although, I do need to go to the Farmer's Market to get veggies!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112387389389040587?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112387389389040587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112387389389040587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112387389389040587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112387389389040587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/frugality.html' title='frugality'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112372961005348459</id><published>2005-08-10T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:06:50.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in response to a post....</title><content type='html'>I LOVE MATTHEW! He is an awesome husband and it IS a JOY to be his WIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/I'm sorry that you felt a little left out on here. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112372961005348459?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112372961005348459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112372961005348459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112372961005348459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112372961005348459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-response-to-post.html' title='in response to a post....'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112372926675120813</id><published>2005-08-10T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:01:06.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>I guess it is time again that I should post. I've been delaying for lack of writing. I mean...there are tons of things I should write about. Like, the way Tobin gathers his little farm animals and puts them in their 'pin', taking great care to make sure each one is standing upright and not wobbly and just as he has finished with the last one, screams out 'SIAH, NO!!!'.  To which, I look over and see Josiah crawling straight for this little 'pin' of animals and one proud owner protecting his livestock. I tell Tobin that it will be ok and go and redirect Josiahs attention away from the beloved plastic animals....  Tobin is loving playing these days and has become quite a content little boy. It's so much fun!! Josiah on the other hand has recently become my high maintenance child.  The one who I thought was going to be a breeze...haha...this little guy loves his mommy and doesn't like much else. So I spend most my days trying to get him to walk...he would much rather crawl or be carried...and interested in something on the floor. So I can rest, oh, for just a minute. Ah, the joys of motherhood.  Now, it's a good thing it's the joys of motherhood and not the happiness of motherhood. For joy is something in the heart and happiness is based on surroundings and feelings. Any mother will know this is true.  Not all days or times are happy, but they can be joyful. I have so much to be joyful for, my heart still cannot understand what time of life this is...it's truly amazing and stressing and stretching and fun and tiresome. But oh so worth all of the ups and the downs. What a responsiblity to be a parent. I  want to think of it some...but not too much...it's BIG. I'm so thankful that I can glean wisdom from God's Word and from others who have walked thru this before me. I'm so glad that God made us for relationship...with Him and with others.  It is so good and refreshing to have friends and those that understand us and love us. To know that we are worth something.  Cause, as a mom, I sure do spend a lot of time making sure that my boys know they are loved, understood and worth something. I hope and pray that God will use me to show just a glimpse of His love for them! What tender hearts, innocent and pure. May God keep them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112372926675120813?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112372926675120813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112372926675120813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112372926675120813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112372926675120813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/joys-of-motherhood.html' title='Joys of Motherhood'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112338095512355365</id><published>2005-08-06T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T22:15:55.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>take 2</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I typed up a short post...hit the preview link and then the back arrow to edit something...and of course...lost the whole post. AGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying I've been stuck in the web with all the cloth diaper info out there. Very stuck, you might say, as it's been 3 days since my last post. Everytime I would sit down to the computer those saved links would beckon me to search their pages! Alas, nothing has come out of it yet, as my head is full with the numerous items one can purchase for cloth diapering. One day soon, at least that's my plan, I'll know what diapers to purchase for trial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am quite excited about this prospect. Taking me back to the years that I wanted to grow up during the prairie days of this country! :-) I think I always knew that the natural way of living was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have to see where it leads to next! but for now....Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112338095512355365?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112338095512355365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112338095512355365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112338095512355365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112338095512355365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/take-2.html' title='take 2'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112312384055230639</id><published>2005-08-03T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:53:39.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff...</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been quite fast. Not that much has happened or that I've had any amazing thoughts, but life has been good.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lake this evening with my parents. It was so refreshing, after such a warm day, to spend the last few hours of daylight in the midst of God's creation. To be able to splash in to the lukewarm water and feel its tinge of coolness refresh every inch of skin. There is just something about water...it's so peaceful and calming...and no matter how awake you felt before you dove into it you come out relaxed and ready to curl up in a towel and close your eyes....for just a few moments. Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...but that can't happen...cause my 2 boys are too excited about the boat ride that Pops is taking them on. Tobin especially is captivated by all the things around him. It's so neat to see the world thru his eyes...he has become our commentator on life. You definately won't miss anything with him around...he sees and hears it all. :-) It's really fun......until you repeat the same things back to him for the millionth time, just because he wants to know he's understood, but then, I would miss out on the wonderful view of life he has to offer. It's so simple, exciting and fun. He is growing up... too fast...I never thought it would be this fast. It seems it was only yesterday he was a helpless newborn in my arms, now he is a big boy who wants to go and do and learn by himself. I really didn't think I'd be learning to let go this soon. I guess it's all apart of a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently trying to get Josiah to walk. He loves to walk around holding onto someones hand...but he won't take that first step by himself. I really thought that he was going to do so this morning, and I would have had a really exciting blog to write. It will be one day soon...then I will writing about him growing too fast and letting go...hahaha...looks like a pattern is starting to develop. Actually, I think I have let my boys go as much as I can...because they are in God's hands and there they will stay. I know that is the only safe 'place' for them, I definately can't love or protect or discipline like my heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over the place tonight...just lots of random thoughts flowing thru my mind. I'm trying to get my family living practically and frugally. With that in mind, I'm really considering going to cloth diapers, just at night for awhile, then I might add day times at home. I'm not sure if I can handle it...haha....but I figure it will definately save us money in the long run and it's better for them. So if anyone reading this has any cloth diaper advice...I sure would love to have it! I'm going to start researching how to do this. (I really never thought...I guess my natural side is really starting to take hold even more...haha...that's the reason I'm a hippiemommie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough randomness for tonight. Can't believe the time...and so much still to do. Oh well...goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112312384055230639?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112312384055230639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112312384055230639' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112312384055230639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112312384055230639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff...'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14940093.post-112291688829470631</id><published>2005-08-01T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:29:10.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life is not wreckage to be saved out of this world but an investment to be used in the world. (Streams in the Desert, pg 296)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Doesn't that shed a whole new purpose on life? We aren't just a bunch of nobodies. We are wanted and needed. Our lives, everyones, means something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An investment...doesn't that mean you have to give a little bit of something? or stretch something just a bit...I'll look up the real defination...from dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;li&gt; Property or another possession acquired for future financial return or benefit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A commitment, as of time or support.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Hmm...so I guess that quote could be used in a couple different ways. One, being that Christ invested in us, he conquered death, so that he could benefit us (offering eternal life) and we could benefit Him (living our lives for Him because of His sacrifice). And since He did die for us...our investment to this world would be to tell of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WE have a purpose for life and it's not for ourselves. It's strickly living for others. So there's the second defination and use of that quote. A commitment to others. I think that is what everyone needs...someone they know is commited to them...with their time and support and encouragement. And I far as I know, this is a stretch...even for people who love to help others, but especially in our society today when everyone is so focused on their own home and lives and what has to be accomplished to get what they need done, done. So it is a stretching and giving, beyond ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow...what an incredible place this would be if everyone lived with the other person in mind. If we looked at other people as investments instead of ourselves or our lives or our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so in relation to my blog the other day. I think that is where my heart gets mixed up. I don't think of the people in my life (and even those not directly in it) as investments. Or at least, I don't live like they are investments. I think that if I can really ask God to help me view people as investments in the world. Then my life will be a completely free and wonderful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112291688829470631?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112291688829470631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112291688829470631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112291688829470631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112291688829470631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112277209553941041</id><published>2005-07-30T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:29:38.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin somewhere....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I'm still trying to get ahold of my life now, as a wife and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I didn't have much settling into life after we were married, a couple months into it we found out we were expecting, and not quite expecting so much as what occured with the formation of that new life. A few days after our intial Dr. visit, I became very ill..not just your normal pregnancy woahs but the worst you could imagine. With many weekly Drs visits and trip to the hospital. (Might elaborate later.)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, 11 months after we were married, Tobin arrived to bless our world! He was our little precious bundle straight from heaven and he was perfect! Giving birth to him at home made the experience even better. I think those first few moments are some of the best of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and I were quite enjoying our life 5 months later when we found out Josiah was on the way the next June.&lt;br /&gt;14 months apart.&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;That was a hard pill to swallow...life was definately moving in the fast lane for me...or was it the slow lane...as sickness once again had me down...but not nearly as bad this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the months went by trying to capture as much time with Tobin as I could and build our special memories before the next little one arrived. Josiah came into this world much like Tobin, in the comforts of home, and even a week early. He was another precious bundle sent from heaven, sent to add even more dimension to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Tobin is 2 and Josiah is 1. Life is quickly passing by and I feel as if it's leaving me behind. Where do I draw the line between the most precious gifts on earth and the home I would love to make better? The desires that are so far deep within my heart and the desires of my children and husband? And the things I long to accomplish during the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the burning questions in my heart. I know the time with my children is the best spent, but there is still a longing there to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follower of Christ, I strongly believe that there is a season and a purpose for everything. As weird as it seems, this has been the best and worst season of my life yet. I also believe that I cannot live without my putting trust and faith in God to get me thru this. What a challenge...cause how easy it is for me to try and do this all on my own. And it effects me in major ways...my outlook on life, my attitude towards my family, my responses to things. I know that God has called me to so much more than a bad attitude about my life. I know that deep in my heart and yet, I struggle everyday with letting go of my way of doing stuff. OH, I so know how it is to live life in peace and contentment with where you are....in surrenduring and living, enjoying where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another spot along my journey with God, and He's there waiting for me to take this load off of me and give it to Him. That's one thing that I know, God doesn't call me to a life I can't live, only to a life I can live, with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112277209553941041?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112277209553941041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112277209553941041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112277209553941041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112277209553941041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-begin-somewhere.html' title='To begin somewhere....'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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-14940093.post-112267042189068100</id><published>2005-07-29T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:53:41.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>What does one write for a first post? I wish my mind were filled with prose or discriptive words. Unfortuantely, there's nothing. Will there ever be anything? I guess you will just have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14940093-112267042189068100?l=hippiemommie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/feeds/112267042189068100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14940093&amp;postID=112267042189068100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112267042189068100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14940093/posts/default/112267042189068100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hippiemommie.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Jordana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16065762477958106282</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></feed>
