<?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-13371356</id><updated>2012-01-20T23:43:50.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baymans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-6718272150680378934</id><published>2009-02-23T13:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:04:07.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D'ere's Animals an' Aminals, Yes Lord!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I could change my password and get back on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to update where we've been...Jonah's 21 and 1/2 months old, and I'm 33 and 1/2 weeks pregnant. Jonah's been SUCH a great helper and he's excited to have a little baby sister. He's already a great big brother. He's talking so much, forming lots of sentences. He's excited for my mom to come visit in less than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're ready to paint the new baby's room. Greg is planning to paint it, but if he doesn't get it done before March 6, my mom will help paint it while she's here. I wish I could just do it while we're at home, and maybe Jonah could help. But that would be a bit messy. I wanna get some finger paint for Jonah to play and get creative. It's been hard for me to make it to the store with Jonah these days. He does great, but I have trouble walking some days (I guess the baby's in a strange position for me sometimes) and lifting Jonah gets harder when I'm having pain walking. So, for now, Greg does the grocery shopping and I love him for it! I know it's just about one of the least favorite things he does, but he's loving me and filling my love tank by doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, Jonah and I enjoy staying home and playing and learning new things. I'm focusing more now on reading words instead of just reading the books, but showing him some words that he recognizes to emphasize reading. My dad said that a Japanese woman had 4 children and they were all geniuses (an IQ of 140 or more) and the one thing she did with them was label everything in her home. With a phonetic alphabet, that can really help reading in English. I'm not sure how phonetic the Japanese alphabet is, but I know that the Chinese alphabet, which contains 40 characters, helps with literacy, but one must know and recognize over 3000 characters to be considered literate. Anyway, I could see Jonah reading more being able to see how "chair" is spelled or "spoon." Right now he says "boon" for "spoon" and other words he's really good at correcting his own speech when we tell him what's right, but with "boon" he's pretty stubborn and won't say the "sp."  I'm so amazed at how well he does repeat and pronounce things, but it's not too much of a surprise considering his genes and all the linguists that are in his family.  So, when I finally get my Dell PC replaced, I might get down to that printing labels for almost everything, so Jonah can continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves music and loves hearing songs that he knows. Mostly, he likes songs that his mommy and daddy taught him and then he hears other people sing them, like, "If You're Happy and You Know It," "Head, Shoulders Knees and Toes," "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," "Jesus Loves Me," " Jesus Loves the Little Children," "Zacchaeus Was a Wee Little Man" or the Animals song (a.k.a. De Animals A Comin').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just went to the Purdue Glee Club concert at Carmel HS on Sat. night, and the second song was the Noah's ark animals comin' song.  Greg had been singing it to Jonah when he'd look through his Bible Stories book with the animals entering the ark, and we knew some of the lyrics. I only knew the tune and barely a few lyrics from hearing Greg.   Well, Jonah recognized the song, and we told him "That's your song, Jonah! the Animals song!"  We cheered loud for them and that song, and later during the concert, he kept saying, "AMinals?" That's how he says "animals" and it's cute. So, Sat. night, that song and those lyrics were in my head all night, and I couldn't sleep. I drank a chai late that night, so I guess the little caffeine it has effected me too much.  Anyway, here are the lyrics to "De Animals A Comin'" which I found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dere's animals an' animals an' animals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;an' animals an' animals an' animals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yes, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;De animals a comin', one by one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De old cow chewin' on a caraway bun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De animals a comin', two by two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De elephant and de kangaroo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De animals a comin, three by three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De bear and de bug an de bumble bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh de animals a comin', four by four &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De ol' hippopotamus stuck in de door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De animals a comin', five by five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thus de animals did arrive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hallelu, hallelu, hallelujah to the Lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh de animals a comin', six by six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De hyena laughing at de monkey's tricks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De aminals a comin', seven by seven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De old fat pig says, "Who's dat shovin?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De animals a comin', eight by eight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Noah hollered out, "Shut that gate?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh de animals a comin', nine by nine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Noah hollered out, "Cut dat line" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh de animals a comin', ten by ten &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;De old ark blew its whistle then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And nobody knew where they was at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Till de old ark bumped on Ararat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hallelu, hallelu, hallelu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hallelu, hallelu, hallelujah to the Lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Gospel song, "De Animals A Comin" is a traditional Afican-American hymn describing the animals in Noah's ark. The author of this song is unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering making a children's book with these lyrics and numbers and pictures for Jonah. Don't know if I'll ever get to it, but right now, it's in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-6718272150680378934?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/6718272150680378934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=6718272150680378934&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/6718272150680378934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/6718272150680378934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2009/02/deres-animals-aminals-yes-lord.html' title='D&apos;ere&apos;s Animals an&apos; Aminals, Yes Lord!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-130464556920848441</id><published>2008-07-16T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:57:48.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 11</title><content type='html'>It's been a few months since I posted an encouragement challenge, and I want to get right back on track.  So now let's continue with day 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Eleven: "Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord." Eph. 5:22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Women who are constantly negative toward their husbands - especially by speaking evil of them to others - show great disrespect. Determine not to do that today (or ever!). This challenge to encourage is closely connected to submission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Men respond to women who respect them. What do you respect about your husband? Part of that respect includes submission to his authority. Let your husband know how respecting him makes it easier to submit to his leadership. Show your respect in public by listening to him and smiling at him when he speaks. Place your hand in his as you walk together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If you feel there is nothing to respect, search harder ...nearly every man has some core characteristic that can be nurtured and respected. In any case, you must still cultivate a submissive spirit to his position of leadership..."as to the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what an answered prayer this is for me.  Praying about my attitude and submission to my husband.  This task truly is a challenge for me because I've been deceived all my life thinking that I should not have to submit to my husband.  But reading more about God's design for wives and husbands and families encourages me to submit to his authority and not try to do my own thing in my best interest.  God had a much better idea in mind than I when He created us.  I'm so grateful for his direction and guidance that He gives us in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not let any unwholesome talk come out of our mouths, but only that which is edifying and encouraging to build one another up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-130464556920848441?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/130464556920848441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=130464556920848441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/130464556920848441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/130464556920848441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/07/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 11'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-5041807858010187165</id><published>2008-07-14T15:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:54:50.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies!</title><content type='html'>Jonah is walking SO much more now! He just spent a week and a half with his grandpa and grandma Bayman. Greg's parents drove up from South Carolina to visit their kids and grandkids for their 40th anniversary and 4th of July. We were able to take some family portraits and get some video of the grandkids playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting with my-in-laws was a blessing and answered prayer. We enjoyed so much family time together with several events and trips and pictures, pictures and more pictures. I'm so glad that Greg's parents were able to make the trip. They enjoyed seeing all four of their grandkids playing together and I can't believe how quickly they're all growing up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They arrived the evening of July 4th and Jonah started walking that day. He saw his first fireworks and the loud noises startled him and made him cry. Driving home late that night, we saw 10-12 shows just on the highway and then heard and saw more in our neighborhood. On Sunday, we visited Grace Community Church, where Greg's sister, Deb, and her family attend. Afterwards, we took family pictures outside. That afternoon, we went to Conner Prairie and Jonah pet a billy goat, we walked on stilts and visited with the Dr. in his home and sang patriotic songs while he played the piano. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday night, Grandma and Grandpa Bayman stayed at our house and Jonah and Chuy enjoyed the extra attention. Tuesday morning, Greg and his dad met for a nice coffee talk before work, and his mom and I took Jonah shoe shopping! That night we took them to The Melting Pot for their 40th anniversary. We had a nice 3 hour dinner, and Jonah did surprisingly well, considering I forgot his food, so he had to wait and wait for dinner. He filled up on bread, no cheese, and then didn't want any of the meat by the time we got it cooked. Between courses we took video of Jonah, Grandpa and Daddy laughing and giggling and playing. Then we all enjoyed the milk chocolate fondue for dessert, even Jonah. His favorite was the pound cake and cheesecake drizzled in chocolate. We drove home through drenching rains that night and got to bed quite late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, early Wed. morning we all left for Indiana Beach (a Bayman family tradition). The Romero's (Greg's sister, Deb, brother-in-law, Dave, and their kids: Rebecca (10), David (5), and Isabella (2)) joined us too. Jonah and I had our first visit there and he enjoyed riding the ferris wheel, driving the antique cars with Daddy and Mommy, but driving the kiddie boats with his cousins and then the kiddie cars all by himself! We all rode the carousel and he loved going up and down on the horses. It was way past his nap time, so after that, Grandma watched Jonah and Isabella as they napped in their strollers and Greg and I got a mini date. We rode a roller coaster and the log ride. It was romantic, I must admit. :) Got in late that night and turned in as soon as possible. Jonah did so well considering his sleep schedule was suffering a bit. He enjoyed more exclusive time with Grandma and Grandpa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday morning we went to Lowe's for some yard equipment for Greg and picked out a beautiful, double pink, forever &amp;amp; ever hydrangea that Greg's mom and sister gave me in memory of my Amma. We planted it in a pot for now, and Greg and I will plant it in our yard soon. We were so grateful for Grandpa and Grandma for mowing our lawn and weeding and pruning and trimming. It helped immensely, since Greg had been working SO late for days before they came and while they were here and we barely had time to even think about the yard, let alone do something about it. Jonah enjoyed the yardwork too. He played in his sandbox while Grandma and I cleared out part of the front landscaping. After he got tired of eating sand, he crawled out to see what we were doing in the dirt. It'll be nice to work outside, as a family, in the yard now that Jonah's walking and getting more interested in helping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, Jonah met Daddy downtown for lunch and had delicious lasagna at Georgio's. Then we met his sister and the cousins and grandparents at The Children's Museum for the afternoon. Jonah loved sliding down Curious George's slide and playing in ScienceWorks. It had been about 2 months since we'd been to the museum and he almost forgot about the giant Tinker Toys and Legos and rubber mulch. We took great pics with his cousins and he can't wait to go back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday, due to the thunderstorms, we had an indoor picnic at our house. Our air conditioning wasn't working well. So it was 90 and muggy outside and 81 and humid inside, but the good food and company made up for it. We got changed into "matching" outfits for our family photo session at the IMA gardens (Indianapolis Museum of Art). Fortunately, we were able to take most of the pictures inside in the air conditioning and took some outside by a fountain while the kids were playing. It was fun to get some family pictures, especially with everyone for Greg's parents' 40th anniversary. Our friend Scott Wilder took some great photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, we're catching up on sleep and getting back on schedule. We got our air conditioning fixed today and just in time! It's supposed to be in the 90s this weekend. It's so nice to meet with family, and it's also nice to rest afterwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-5041807858010187165?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/5041807858010187165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=5041807858010187165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/5041807858010187165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/5041807858010187165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-5658996497109342643</id><published>2008-07-06T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:08:29.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah's Independence Day!</title><content type='html'>Jonah started walking on July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Independence Day, of course!  First he started taking about half a step last Sunday, shuffling his feet and then sitting down.  But then he took 1 step on Mon. and on Friday, he took 2-4 steps together and kept trying it several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Conner Prairie with Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bayman&lt;/span&gt; and his cousins, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Romeros&lt;/span&gt; and he was having fun dancing and taking 4-6 steps again!  He's just walking more and more!  It's exciting for me.  I wish I had some pics to post, but our camera broke in Taiwan, so we need to get one.  But I do have some video.  I'll try to post it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah's doing so well.  It's encouraging to see him obey so well as he's learning and developing more.  We're enjoying our son.  He's such a delight to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-5658996497109342643?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/5658996497109342643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=5658996497109342643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/5658996497109342643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/5658996497109342643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/07/jonahs-independence-day.html' title='Jonah&apos;s Independence Day!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-2485555431466078132</id><published>2008-06-23T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:06:53.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.</title><content type='html'>I miss Amma.  Her funeral was yesterday, Sunday, and my mom has been there in Taiwan for it.  I miss my mom too.  I haven't talked to her since last Wed. when she called me at 04:45 in the morning to tell me she arrived safely.  I miss not being able to talk to her and see how she's doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was fine, all happy and joyful.  But yesterday at church, I was just down, kind of depressed.  Thinking about dying and how that would be so great to be in heaven with God and with Jesus.  Then I think how it's not up to me when I die.  When my time has come, then the Lord will bring me home.  Until then, my purpose and plan on earth isn't completed yet.  I tell Greg that and he reminds me how much Jonah needs his Mommy and how he needs his wife.  I guess it's nice to be missed, and it's good that I miss Amma.  I'm glad that the Bible tells us to mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice.  I guess that's what funerals are for.  So that we can mourn the loss of our loved ones and rejoice that the pain is gone and that we'll see them again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a beautiful day today and we enjoyed this weekend spending time outdoors as a family.  I'm back to 100% now physically, and keeping up with Jonah.  He's got so much energy!  It's nice to feel rested and energized.  I think I need to give myself a chance to really grieve and it may take a while to be okay.  I think about my mom and wonder how she's coping with the loss of her mother.  I would be so sad if my mother were gone.  I have to let her grieve and share with me about her sadness and loss instead of trying to say things to make it all okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, that you comfort those who mourn and you bless them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-2485555431466078132?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/2485555431466078132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=2485555431466078132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2485555431466078132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2485555431466078132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/06/blessed-are-those-who-mourn-for-they.html' title='Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-936597557601753754</id><published>2008-06-12T11:07:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:55:50.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amma is in heaven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFLKZ304TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vpwwv8iYluI/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211028885960188210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFLKZ304TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vpwwv8iYluI/s400/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amma is in heaven. I am confident of this. At first I was worried that I would not be able to pray with her, then I realized, it's not up to my power, God is bigger than all this and He can do amazing things! He can change hearts, not I. And I may never know until the day Christ comes, or until I die, that Amma is living with Jesus in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, my mom called me to tell me that Amma passed away just after midnight our time, or 12:25pm June 11, 2008, Taiwan time. She was peaceful, and now the pain is gone. My mom said she talked with Amma and asked if she's still holding on because she wants to be a Christian? and her sister kept taking the phone away from Amma saying to my mom, "speak Taiwanese, she can't understand you." My mom was trying, but she can't remember. It's been so many years since she spoke the Taiwanese dialect, so she was speaking Mandarin. My mom was trying to tell Amma thank you for letting her go to college. [My mom was the only person in her family to leave the Buddhist religion and go to a Christian college.] My mom was in tears as she was telling me this. And she thinks Amma heard her because she kept saying "uh." trying to respond because she tried to talk but had no voice. She could only shake her head and nod, but my mom heard her responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "mom, we can assume that Amma is in heaven because she was holding on, not that she just wanted to talk to you, but because she had something in her mind. And she wanted to let you know that she accepted Jesus." My mom said Amma's pulse slowed down after talking with her and she was calm. I said, "wow! That's amazing, because her pulse was 120 for 2 days!" Then they washed her and changed her clothes, since they knew the time was coming soon, and her body changed to a beautiful pink color, and she looked like a doll. She had a smile on her face and she left smoothly and peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in awe at the amazing work God did in our lives! I told my mom that it's amazing that she shared the gospel with Amma when she was in high school and Amma wanted to be a Christian, but there was cultural pressure. Then I learned two Bible verses in Mandarin about 10 yrs. ago and continued praying for Amma's salvation. Then we went to Taiwan as a family with our husbands and Amma's great-grandson Jonah, and shared these verses with her and prayed with her and loved her and showed the peace we have in Jesus in our family. Then I was praying constantly and all night when I heard that she was back in the hospital and something was on her mind that she's holding on, and they can't figure out what it is, but they hoped my mom would call her. I prayed that someone would tell her the prayer, be it my mom or someone in the hospital, or God would just speak directly to her heart so that she would know that He can save her from death if she believes in her heart that Jesus is Lord and she can live with Him forever in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have been happy waiting until That Day to know if Amma is in heaven, but I told my mom, how amazing that God wanted to let us know that Amma accepted Jesus before she died. She said she's going to write a letter and said I can write a letter too so my mom can take it and burn it with her body. I said, "okay, I'll write a letter. The letters are more for us, not for Amma, but I will be praising God in that letter, and we can pray directly to Jesus and he can hear our prayers and answer us. And Amma is smiling down on us from heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is now dealing with the stress of preparing to travel back for the funeral and with her siblings preparing for the funeral. She was worried about dishonesty that could happen, and I told her to just pray that the person would not be dishonest and would do things the way Amma would have wanted, with integrity and honesty. I said, "Mom, we have to pray for our family because they have no hope. You could see the look on their faces. We have to continue praying because their hope is only in this life and how much money and material things they can have. Obviously, you can't take any of that with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO amazed at God's amazing works! The way He works things out for our good and His glory! The more people I tell, the more I hear that we were obedient and shared the gospel with her, but the more I know that God has honored our request for her salvation! I know it's not up to me, it's between Amma and God, but I'm glad I was able to know for certain that she did indeed accept the forgiveness of Christ.  Now, we have to continue living our life for Him and sharing the good news with others and continuing to pray for those we love who are rejecting Christ right now. I did before, but then I turned to Him and cried out for Him to save me, and he did! He saved me from my sin and continues to teach me how to be like Him more everyday. I've surrendered my life to Him, and it took me a while to relinquish that power completely over to Him in every area of my life, but I did. And I still struggle with taking back some control, thinking "I can do it, Daddy, I can handle it by myself. Watch me." But in reality, I can't. And it's my pride that wants to do it on my own. He's bigger and He can carry me when I'm weak and I can't go on any further. When I stumble and fall, he picks me up, brushes me off, and shows me that I just need to trust Him to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord, for loving us the way You do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7BRGERI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JQVvSNqcwmM/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211030820680503570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7BRGERI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JQVvSNqcwmM/s400/IMG_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;James, my mom, Greg, me, Jonah, cousins Yen-Ray (back), Wei-Jen, 2nd Cousin Sun Wei, and his dad, Dr. Sun Wu after a dinner in Kaohsiung. 5/16/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7B_c39I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9UYCQnUo8SM/s1600-h/IMG_1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211030820874936274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7B_c39I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9UYCQnUo8SM/s400/IMG_1836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My aunt and her grandson, Sun Wei, Jonah, me, and Amma at Amma's house after the dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7Z6bDuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KqjCMXrK_k8/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211030827296296674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7Z6bDuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KqjCMXrK_k8/s400/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sun-Wei and Jonah playing with Amma's beads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7qZihUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5TLz_Qmi2dI/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211030831721776450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM7qZihUI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5TLz_Qmi2dI/s400/IMG_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sun Wei, his mommy and my cousin Sun Mei-Huei, me, Jonah, Amma, cousins Wei-wei, and Wei-Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM70t-v5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zKDbY9gUPaM/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211030834491867026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFM70t-v5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zKDbY9gUPaM/s400/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonah and Mommy clapping with Amma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFPeiQvsdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gGLPOs9aYLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033629856084434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFPeiQvsdI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gGLPOs9aYLQ/s400/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFPe-xR4AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ryqOSFfVg48/s1600-h/IMG_1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033637508734978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFPe-xR4AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ryqOSFfVg48/s400/IMG_1869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFPfGN-4hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A_fh54svHSQ/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211033639508173330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFPfGN-4hI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A_fh54svHSQ/s400/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211024521944378754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFHMYpYLYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IfsNx8sOPZM/s400/CIMG6921.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Greg, Jonah and me at a Buddhist temple park in Tainan. 5/17/08.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-936597557601753754?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/936597557601753754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=936597557601753754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/936597557601753754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/936597557601753754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/06/amma-is-in-heaven.html' title='Amma is in heaven.'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SFFLKZ304TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vpwwv8iYluI/s72-c/IMG_1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-588613853085842127</id><published>2008-06-10T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:40:59.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Amma</title><content type='html'>Amma is back in the hospital after she was home, after hearing about her condition (lung cancer) because there's no air conditioning and she was very hot and uncomfortable.  Dr. Sun said that she was getting much worse and her dr. said maybe only a few hours more.  Then Dr. Sun asked my cousins to sing to her the songs she used to sing to them in Japanese and she was happy and her condition improved a little. My uncle told my mom this too.  Amma doesn't want us to rush to go back to Taiwan, but she wants us to take care of our own health first and take care of Jonah.  Dr. Sun hopes that my mom will call because Amma can still hear.  He said she is so strong and is still holding on because of something in her mind.  They're having trouble figuring out what is in her mind because she can only nod and shake her head.  I'm praying that she will open her heart and believe that Jesus Christ is Lord and that he can save her from death and give her eternal life with Him in heaven.  I e-mailed that to him and asked them to please tell her that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and asked her to call and pray with Amma that if she believes in her heart and confesses with her mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord, she will be saved.  I also prayed that she would be able to share that with her, because I don't know if she's spiritually prepared to do that right now.  She's at my sister's house playing with Calvin.  I asked her to talk with Dolly about praying with Amma and to call even now.  Dolly was in Crusade and went to China in college.  I just keep praying, but I'm praying also that someone would share that with her, or that Jesus would speak directly to her heart through our cries.  I'm thankful that He can change hearts, even in the very end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-588613853085842127?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/588613853085842127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=588613853085842127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/588613853085842127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/588613853085842127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-amma.html' title='About Amma'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-3133736522533914176</id><published>2008-06-09T10:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:50:34.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Updates</title><content type='html'>Since we've been back, Jonah has contracted pneumonia.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; also has pneumonia.  They both got it around the same time, about last Monday.  I'll first update you on Jonah and then tell you what I know about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah started coughing last Mon. and on Tues. had a fever all day with rapid breathing (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tachypnea&lt;/span&gt;) and coughing and congestion and Wed. I took him to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.  He had a 104.6 fever.  They ordered a breathing treatment immediately and didn't hear fluid in his lungs but ordered a chest x-ray.  As we were awaiting the results of the chest x-ray, I thought about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;.  Dr. Sun (my cousin's husband, a pediatrician) had been keeping me updated on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Amma's&lt;/span&gt; condition and she was diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tachypnea&lt;/span&gt; (rapid breathing) and then pneumonia and was admitted to the hospital on Sunday or Monday.  I was hoping Jonah didn't have pneumonia too. When I described Jonah's coughing and trouble breathing, Dr. Sun suggested I listed with my ear to his back and if I hear fluid in his lungs, I could do percussion on his back for 2-3 min. to help him cough out the secretions.  He thought he could have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bronchiolitis&lt;/span&gt;.  I researched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bronchiolitis&lt;/span&gt;, and it's a viral condition with fluid in the lungs, sometimes confused with pneumonia, which is bacterial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah's chest x-ray showed the beginning stages of pneumonia in the lower lungs.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. prescribed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt;, a stronger antibiotic, for the pneumonia, and Motrin every 6 hours to take down his fever and breathing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;treatment&lt;/span&gt; (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nebulizer&lt;/span&gt;, humidified oxygen) 4 x a day.  He recommended I continue to nurse him, so I do, 7x a day.  I asked if he could tell from the x-ray if it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bronchiolitis&lt;/span&gt; or pneumonia, and he said they can't tell, but they want to treat it with antibiotics as a precaution.  I thought this would be okay, since he's never had antibiotics in his life.  This is the 3rd fever he's had in his life, and the second one was when we got on the plane to Taiwan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted, still coughing and weak, not fully recovered from whatever illness Greg and I contracted, so we prayed that the Lord would provide nutrition and asked for help with meals.  What a blessing and outpouring of love!  Our church organized meals through our Sunday school class and Flock Group and we still have meals in the fridge and more offers for meals.  Praise the Lord!  Greg, Jonah, and I were able to eat dinner together on Fri. and Sat. and lunch and dinner on Sunday.  On Thursday, when I was overwhelmed with Jonah's diagnosis and treatment schedule and sleep deprived, our flock group leader, Theresa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fronius&lt;/span&gt;, came to our house and cooked dinner and took care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chuy&lt;/span&gt; and played with Jonah while I took a 30 min. nap.  I was able to focus on taking care of Jonah and do his breathing treatments and give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; while she handled the dog and the food.  Her selfless time and gracious efforts encouraged me and made me thank God even more!  He provided the nutrition that we prayed for.  Jonah's been eating well, 2 meals on Sat., 3 meals on Sunday and a big breakfast today so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His fever came down on Friday and I thought he was responding well to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; because he had good energy and appetite.  Sat. morning he woke up at 5:30 just restless so I checked for fever. He felt normal, so I nursed him. Turned on the light at 7:30 and saw a rash all over his face and then saw it was all over his body.  I read on the prescription that this was a sign of an allergic reaction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt;, so I immediately called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.'s office.  The nurse suggested I bring him in to be looked at.  Thank goodness that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Northpoint&lt;/span&gt; Pediatrics has Sat. morning clinic hours from 8-10am.  Good thing he had no fever and his breathing sounded good.  The rash could be accompanied with trouble breathing and swelling, but he didn't have any of that.  Praise the Lord!  So they prescribed a new antibiotic that we have to take for another 10 days.  The pharmacist said that since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Augmentin&lt;/span&gt; ES is in the same "family" as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt;, that he may be allergic to this one too, but we won't know until his rash clears up, in about 48 hours.   So they suggested giving him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; every 6 hours to help with his rash and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Augmentin&lt;/span&gt; every 12 hours.   I was concerned to give him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; too, since he's never had medicine in his life and then when I gave him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt;, it caused a rash and an allergic reaction.  I've never taken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt;, because I have asthma so I can't take it, and I was tired and exhausted and emotionally drained.  I had just read an e-mail that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; was doing worse with her pneumonia in the hospital, just after she was doing better for 2 days, and Dr. Sun thought it could be 1-2 days, it's hard to predict.  He wrote that he hopes she has a good "final journey." So I was sad about that too, since I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and I will miss her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, just then there was a knock at the door, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Mirriel&lt;/span&gt; Chandler, from our Sunday School class was bringing a meal over for lunch on Sat. and I talked with her and she prayed with me too.  She prayed that the new medicine would help his body get rid of the pneumonia and that he would not get worse.  She prayed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Amma's&lt;/span&gt; salvation and that even when she is lying there on her bed that she would open her heart to God and ask for Him to save her.  We appreciated her prayers and continued prayers and her delicious meal.  She even offered to help me this week if I needed help at home.  Praise the Lord the way He provides relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I thought about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt;, and I asked others about it, and all said it's very mild and there's usually not a reaction.  I thought it could help his rash get better, because we don't want him to have breathing troubles from it, but it could clear on its own in 48 hours.  So then we thought, we'll give it to him at 2 and 8pm and then not until the next day when he wakes up.  He slept 12 hours Sat. night and we continued to give him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt;.  His breathing treatments went well, and his rash seemed to be more blotchy, but not itchy or bothersome.  After giving his last breathing treatment of the day, last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; and final dose of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Augmentin&lt;/span&gt;, nursing him and putting him to bed by 8:30, I was exhausted.  I hoped he'd sleep through the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my e-mail and found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; kept encouraging everyone to hold it together and to take care of each other.  They were all "tearing", Dr. Sun said.  They finally told her that she has lung cancer and she wanted to go home.  She's more comfortable at home, so she has her oxygen still but they signed the "no resuscitation" agreement so it could be any day now.  I called my mom and told her this, and she didn't know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; had pneumonia.  I thought she knew that Jonah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; had it, and I hoped he didn't because I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; did.  The good thing is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; does not have tuberculosis, though she thought she did, and I was concerned that we would have to get him tested (in a month, Dr. Laurel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Couts&lt;/span&gt; suggested). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Laurel is such a great friend.  She and her husband Ryan (Greg's friend from HS) were at Jonah's birthday party, and she was so helpful with him and helped me so much, with cutting the cake and things.  I was grateful to be able to talk with her through all of the questions I had for Jonah's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;, that I didn't get a chance to ask him, since he didn't see Jonah, but only the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt; did.  The nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt; added more concern on Wed. when she thought he had hand foot and mouth disease which has nothing to do with respiratory, so it threw me all off, and added more stress, because I knew that this was unnecessary and I just wanted to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.  On Sat. when we went in, another nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt; thought the rash could have been viral, and that he could have caught it anywhere.  I said, "he's just been at home with me."  She said, "you haven't taken him anywhere in a week?"  Unbelieving, I said, "no, just here, to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. on Wed."  I guess she didn't realize that he has pneumonia, and we've been sick.  Of course I'm not taking him anywhere.  When the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. at the clinic saw his rash, she thought it was an allergic reaction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt; too, and prescribed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Augmentin&lt;/span&gt; ES.  I love nurses and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.s and health care professionals, but I'm going to request not to see the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;practitioners&lt;/span&gt; anymore because in these 2 encounters, I've had wasted time and energy and undue stress on Jonah because of their far out misdiagnoses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for insight and good medicine and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;drs&lt;/span&gt;. and nurses who take time to listen and think before jumping to conclusions.  We're thankful that Jonah is strong and though he's weak during this illness, he's smiling and playful and takes the time to laugh that "woody woodpecker" laugh.  It sounds raspy and low and congested, but he still smiles and shows off his 4 teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the present. Jonah's napping now.  He slept well last night, woke up at 6:00 to nurse, and his rash was looking better. It's almost gone, not really on his face anymore, hardly on his torso, and just on his legs and arms.  It's as if it's leaving his body.  Who knows, he may develop a rash tomorrow from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, but if he does, we'll know what to look for.  I almost forgot to do his first breathing treatment this morning, before his nap, so I did, and then put him in the crib and he sat up and talked to me and stood up, and I looked at the time, and realized it was 10:00 and he probably wanted to nurse.  So I did, and now he's resting.  I'm so glad he had a good breakfast and some play time this morning.  He had diarrhea this morning on the toilet, but it's a side effect of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  At least he's getting rid of the pneumonia through his waste.  Oh, and that's another thing, in Taiwan he used the toilet, and would hold it until we went to the toilet as best as he could, so we saved a lot of diapers, using 1 or 2 a day.  When we came back and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;jet lagged&lt;/span&gt;, however, he started using his diaper as a toilet.  I knew he'd get back on track when he was back on schedule, and I thought maybe after the pneumonia, but these past 3 days, he's been using the toilet well and is more hydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to my mom about Jonah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;, and she had talked to her sister this morning at 5:30 am.  She told my mom that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; is doing worse and is in the hospital.  I thought that she wanted to go home and that she was at home, but maybe it was confusing talking on the phone, and my mom might have heard that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; was doing worse and was in the hospital.  So, my mom is preparing to go back to Taiwan.  She's not doing well, and is on medication.  She needs to have surgery in Houston soon for her thyroid, but doesn't want to worry about it right now.  She may go before the funeral, but otherwise it would be 2 weeks after the death, so she's not sure what to do now.  We're praying for her and James since they have a lot going on now and a lot of decisions to make and they're not fully recovered from all the travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so grateful for our God, the great Physician, he gives us strength to get through each day.  We're praying that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; will be comforted and that she will ask for Jesus to save her.  I know that I may not know until Christ comes, but I have a peace that He's in control, not me, and that it's between Him and her now.  Praying that my mom will have a clear mind and guidance as to what to do concerning her own health and with traveling to Taiwan again to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; either before she dies or for her funeral.  Praying that Jonah will continue to get stronger and breath easier and that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; would help his body to rid itself of the pneumonia. Praying that Greg will feel better today (he woke up feeling sore and like he was run over by a truck or that he did heavy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;yard work&lt;/span&gt;), so he can have a good, full, productive work week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.  All the time.  His strength is made perfect in our weakness.  Praise the Lord for He is good.  It is good to sing praises to our God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-3133736522533914176?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/3133736522533914176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=3133736522533914176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/3133736522533914176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/3133736522533914176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/06/health-updates.html' title='Health Updates'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-1634869449956658232</id><published>2008-05-28T11:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:58:47.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying in Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Thank you SO much for your prayers and encouragement before and during our trip to Taiwan. We are still adjusting to the time change and fighting off some cold bugs right now. But all in all, we're thrilled to have had such a wonderful trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the opportunity that we had as a family to visit my unsaved family overseas and share the love of Christ with them. Some verses that Jonah and I are memorizing from his &lt;em&gt;My ABC Bible Verses&lt;/em&gt; book helped us witness to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even a child is known by his deeds." Prov. 20:11&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;"Go unto all the world and preach the gospel to every creature." Mark 16:15&lt;br /&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Phil. 4:13&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus said to him, I am the way, the truth and the life. . . ." John 14:6&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your tongue from evil." Psalm 34:13&lt;br /&gt;"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven." Matt. 5:16&lt;br /&gt;"My little children, let us not love only in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth." 1 John 3:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts noticed Jonah's good behavior and asked us when we started training him. I said, "since 5 months." I told my mom to tell her sister that we discipline him according to the Bible and we ask God for wisdom and guidance on how to train and discipline him, because it's not always easy and we don't always do the right thing. We discipline him out of love and with the rod of correction because the Bible tells us that is how we are to discipline. She said that I should e-mail and tell them so they won't think it's my mother saying those things and not me. Who knows how much they understood. They know more English than they can speak, so they may have understood us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of lack of discipline was apparent in my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousin, Sun Wei, who's 5 yrs. old. He would not obey his parents or his grandparents or much of anyone. He did however see that he couldn't get away with that misbehavior with Greg and me, so he shaped up and didn't try things with us after he saw how we reacted. He was jealous of Jonah at times because Jonah was getting all the attention for his cute giggle and his happy behavior. But he knew that he better not hurt Jonah, because everyone loved Jonah and he'd be in big trouble if he even acted like he would hurt him. They played well together, and Jonah appreciated it when Sun Wei fed him his fried rice in the car. They were riding with my mom and her sister (their grandmothers, respectively) while Greg and I were riding in another car getting a little rest during the drive. Jonah didn't want the adults to feed him, only Sun Wei. So I made a point to thank him in Chinese (in the language he would understand) for feeding Jonah his fried rice and doing something good, since I ignored his annoying behavior. He smiled and said, "How!" Which means, "Good!" or like he understood that I was thanking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip had so many opportunities to show Christ's love in our actions, not just our words. We were definitely not perfect, though. At times we snapped at each other or argued about packing or what we were doing or whatever, but we apologized and stopped and took time to pray. When I saw myself stressing and arguing and complaining, I knew I needed to pray. I knew I wasn't focused on Christ, but on myself or on the things in front of me. He helped me to get the focus back on things above and not on things below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an excerpt from an e-mail I wrote to my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Celena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schnake&lt;/span&gt;, the night before we flew back from Taiwan.&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;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"We've had a wonderful trip, and I was even able to share the Bible verses with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and pray over her. She didn't hear me pray, since I was whispering, but I know that she saw and felt me praying. Before I shared w/ her, I was sad and crying when we visited, but afterward, I had a peace and joy in my heart. The next day and each time later when I saw her, she was happy and I was always happy and not crying. It's good b/c she doesn't want to see us cry. We were praying for you and your family and I know you and others were praying for us, b/c I could feel it. when I didn't have time to read my Bible, I was stressed and worried, but when I took the time to have my QT and pray alone or w/ Jonah or w/ Greg, I could feel the prayers of everyone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sharing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;, I knew that even though I didn't hear her speak the words aloud that she confesses Jesus Christ as Lord and believes it in her heart, I knew that the Holy Spirit would intercede where I fell short. At first we were sitting on the couch and everyone was around talking and it was distracting. I kept holding her hand and whispering to her. "San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;." ("God loves you.") she smiled and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;." ("I love you.") to me, because she probably thought I said "I love you" to her. I knew that was not the time to share the Bible verses with her. I kept praying for the right opportunity, and I didn't know if it would be that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; wanted to take a nap because she was very weak and coughing up blood, so some of my cousins and I were with her in her room just a few feet away from the couches where others were talking and playing, and we had a chance to just sit with her. I kept gently, very lightly, caressing her legs to comfort her and just prayed in my heart. I prayed for peace for her and that the pain would go away and that God would comfort her. Later I prayed over her in a whisper, and she saw me and heard me, but didn't say anything to me. Just smiled at me. My cousins were up and down giving her "holy water" from Buddha for her lips and medicine, since her mouth was dry and bleeding, and they would translate things for me at times. I asked if my eldest cousin told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; what it was that I tried to tell her for 2 days, but it was translated wrong. I said, "I'm so glad that Jonah is able to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; because she is my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;." My aunt translated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; something that wasn't quite right and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; said, "It's okay." and looked sad. Later I found out from my cousin's husband that my aunt told her that I'm sorry that we can't stay because Jonah has to take a nap." It was completely different, so I was concerned about translating the verses I wanted to share with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just kept sitting with her and being with her, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; asked me if I wanted to go sit and talk with the others out in the living room, but I said, "no, I want to be with you, I came here to see you and spend time with you." So my cousin translated. She said, "oh." and nodded and held my hand. They keep telling me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; is happy to see us and that everybody is here to see her. But she knows that this is the last time that she will see me. I thought, well, not necessarily, but then, agreed as more tears fell from my eyes. I asked my eldest cousin if she told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; what I said about Jonah, that I'm so happy that Jonah can meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; because she is my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and she said, "yes, I told her." and it's as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; understood, because she smiled and said something like she was so glad to meet Jonah 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;Then, I had the Holy Spirit's prompting, and I asked my eldest cousin if she would translate for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;. I told her I want to speak to her in Mandarin, so could she please translate in Taiwanese. My two other younger cousins were there listening (they're both in college and have very good English, but don't speak it as much). I began in Mandarin, and the words, were in my voice, but they were clearer and more powerful than I've ever recited these verses before. It was definitely the Holy Spirit speaking through me. I'll write in English, here what I said in Mandarin to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&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;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;, God loves the people of the world so much that he gave his only son to us that if we believe in Him, we will not die, but have life that never ends. We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him and who have been called according to His purpose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; listened as she laid back and sighed and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;..." My eldest cousin said to her in Taiwanese, "Do you understand?" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; said, "Yes, I do." And all three cousins had tears in their eyes and just paused and looked at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&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;--Mandarin is their first language and I know that at least two of them have heard about Jesus before, because the eldest one studied for 2 years at the Christian college where my mom graduated in Texas and my other cousin attends a Catholic University now. But they never asked me about it, and knew that they could. I continue to pray for them and their families. I see the despair in their faces and they're so sad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; is dying. I'm sad too, because I'll miss her, but I'm happy that I've had the chance to know her and that Jonah has had the chance to meet her and spend good time with her laughing and clapping hands and hugging and doing the forehead to forehead kisses.-- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, she took my hand and just held it. I had tears in my eyes, but a smile on my face, because they were tears of joy. A few minutes later she asked if I was hungry (in Taiwanese) and I said, "no, I'm okay, thank you." and then Jonah woke up from his nap and crawled up to her bed and stood there on the side and smiled and babbled to her, she asked if Jonah needed to sleep. I said, "no, he's fine. he slept already. now he's awake." My cousin came back to the bed and translated what we just said, and she was surprised that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and I understood each other, and my other cousin was telling me that the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; and I communicate is through hearts. She was always concerned about others, not herself. That's how she's been all her life. She has such a heart for others, and I pray that she has a humble heart to know that she needs a Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've prayed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt; for years, since I was in college and I was so worried that she wouldn't hear the gospel and that she'd die before she'd be able to accept Jesus in her heart. But now I know that it's not only up to my strength or my power. It's between her and God. He knows her heart and He can open it up for her to receive him. I won't know until heaven if she's saved, but God has granted me the peace that transcends all understanding and guards our hearts and our minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how God used the 2 verses that I memorized in Chinese nearly 10 years ago to share the gospel with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Amma&lt;/span&gt;. One night when I was home from college, my mom and I stayed up late reading our Bibles, hers in Chinese and English and mine in English, both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;, and she recorded John 3:16 and Romans 8:28 on my cell phone memo recording, so I could play it back and hear her inflection and pronunciation. Since Jonah's been born, I've told him those two verses in Chinese followed by the English for each and I hope that he'll later recognize and memorize those verses. My mom wanted to memorize Psalm 23 in Chinese so if ever she was on a plane that was about to crash, she could say it out loud so others could hear. So I read it to her in English, verse by verse and she recorded my English and her Chinese in between each verse. It was a special time reading my Bible with my mom. I'm so glad we had this opportunity to go to Taiwan together with our husbands and Jonah and spend time with her family and meet other relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Jonah did so well on the flight. He had a fever the morning that we left for about 24 hours, but it helped him to sleep, though he was so hot and lethargic and didn't want anyone to hold him but his mother. It was exhausting for me at first, but later it was wonderful when everyone wanted to hold him and take pictures of him and wow, it was like the Taiwanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;. Everywhere we'd go, people were taking pictures and saying how cute he is (in Mandarin) and of course he's learned that phrase "hen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;" ("so cute") by now. Girls wanted to pose with him to take pictures on their cell phones and even stopped to give him a balloon in the mall, and we even saw the Taiwan President Elect, Ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;jeou&lt;/span&gt;, on the High Speed Rail (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;HSR&lt;/span&gt;) on May 16. He and all his secret service. We were on the train first, and then these 20 men in suits with ear buds marched in and looked at us and sat down all around us. My aunt told me that that's her new president. Jonah was fussy and needed to go to the toilet, so my aunt and I went to take him, and one of the secret service men said to her, "please make your baby stop crying, the president is disturbed." She said, "He's not even the president yet, and he's already making demands." And then the man felt bad and my aunt asked me if I wanted to change his diaper there, in the seats, but I said, "No, he needs to use the toilet." I mean, the diaper was clean and dry. He held it until the toilet. So the man smiled at me and moved out of the way and kindly let us through. There was a crowd of people just outside of our car trying to catch a glimpse of the new president. It was a nice story to tell our relatives as we met them, and later when I saw him on TV on May 20 during his inaugural press conference, I recognized him. Even though I couldn't quite see his face at first, though he sat 2 rows directly in front of me. He probably wasn't bothered by Jonah's fussing at all, because he didn't say anything to the men about it. Probably that secret service man was trying to please his boss, though it was a terrible first impression on the new president of Taiwan for these Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post pictures in the days ahead. There are so many to wade through and our camera broke at the War and Peace Memorial in Kaohsiung when I dropped it on the concrete. So, I'll try to get the ones that I have online to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-1634869449956658232?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/1634869449956658232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=1634869449956658232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/1634869449956658232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/1634869449956658232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/05/praying-in-taiwan.html' title='Praying in Taiwan'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-4375922158969953862</id><published>2008-04-01T16:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:04:20.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Ten:"Behold you are handsome, my beloved! Yes, pleasant!..." Song of Solomon 1:16a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We all crave appreciation. We want to know that we are valued and loved. Early love letters probably reflected our admiration, but if we're not careful, our spouse will forget why we were drawn to him. If you still have any of your old love letters, re-read them for clues to deepen your current level of appreciation for your spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When we spend time criticizing our husbands, we lose time that could be spent admiring them. As you consider various ways to encourage your husband, ask, "How can I admire him?"&lt;br /&gt;Does your husband know that you think he is attractive? What was one of the characteristics in your husband that first drew you to him? Was it a physical characteristic, or something else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Was it his gentle, compassionate eyes? Kindness or concern for others? An easy-going confidence? A steadiness that comes from trusting in the Lord? Strength of character in a culture that lacks integrity? Do you see at least a glimpse of that characteristic in him today? Whatever it is, tell him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate when my husband is home early from work today not feeling well. He just wanted to rest and I told him that I'm feeling great so I can take care of him. Isn't it amazing how God knows just what we need and when we need it? He needed Greg to slow down and me to comfort and love on him. Wow! That's an answered prayer we had about our marriage. God is SO good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-4375922158969953862?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/4375922158969953862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=4375922158969953862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/4375922158969953862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/4375922158969953862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 10'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-1564560471796930733</id><published>2008-04-01T16:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:03:06.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruising, crawling...I can't keep up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdaCnpCeI/AAAAAAAAADs/PmQOzvq4dvg/s1600-h/bowtie+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184379191762160098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdaCnpCeI/AAAAAAAAADs/PmQOzvq4dvg/s320/bowtie+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jonah at 10 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah's been crawling for almost a month now, and today, I think he's doing double time! I mean, one second he's sitting down, playing with the truck, and the next 2 seconds, he's 10 ft. away standing up at the window looking outside. This time of his life is so fun for me, and for him too! He loves going where he wants to go, for the most part, and chasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chuy&lt;/span&gt; (our dog) on his hands and one knee and one foot usually. He's like Curious George in all that he's discovering and learning and doing. He just won't sit still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to get him to sit still for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc9inpCXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I75oIy0lD6I/s1600-h/Easter+suit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184378702135888242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc9inpCXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/I75oIy0lD6I/s320/Easter+suit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Standing in his Easter suit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc9ynpCYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9yp_JLLcpiE/s1600-h/bowtie+book.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184378706430855554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc9ynpCYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9yp_JLLcpiE/s320/bowtie+book.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reading about what Jesus did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc-CnpCaI/AAAAAAAAADM/rqXpQvh2AUk/s1600-h/bowtie+eggs+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184378710725822882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc-CnpCaI/AAAAAAAAADM/rqXpQvh2AUk/s320/bowtie+eggs+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowtie Eggs 1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc-CnpCZI/AAAAAAAAADE/YA1LnTBeEEc/s1600-h/bowtie+eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184378710725822866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc-CnpCZI/AAAAAAAAADE/YA1LnTBeEEc/s320/bowtie+eggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowtie Eggs 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdZynpCdI/AAAAAAAAADk/gFVh19wAS2Q/s1600-h/bowtie+pup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184379187467192786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdZynpCdI/AAAAAAAAADk/gFVh19wAS2Q/s320/bowtie+pup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowtie Pup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc-SnpCbI/AAAAAAAAADU/SyCWZE9bI5w/s1600-h/bowtie+eggs+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184378715020790194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_Kc-SnpCbI/AAAAAAAAADU/SyCWZE9bI5w/s320/bowtie+eggs+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowtie Eggs 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdZynpCcI/AAAAAAAAADc/gji6URZ-8R4/s1600-h/bowtie+eggs+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184379187467192770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdZynpCcI/AAAAAAAAADc/gji6URZ-8R4/s320/bowtie+eggs+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bowtie Eggs 4 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were our attempt to take pics in his Easter suit (that he didn't wear to church because it was too cold outside). I think we'll have to go into a studio and get the free 8x10. Anyway, we're enjoying every minute of his new mobility! He's playing everything he can like a percussion instrument and loves to dance to the rhythm. Can't wait to see how he'll react to all their is to discover at the Children's Museum. We're planning to go tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;At least he's still napping twice a day. He doesn't want to nap, but he learns to obey Mommy. He's just about too big for the infant bathtub, but I didn't want to put him in the big tub yet. Greg just bought some tub gripper strips to help him from slipping and sliding in the tub. We may try the big tub tonight. I guess it's me who doesn't want to believe that he's growing that fast! Still nursing, but during the day he's running around so much that he doesn't want to stop for more than 2 min. to nurse. I guess that's good if I'm planning to wean him in a year. It's just hard for me realizing that he's growing up and doesn't need me as much anymore as his desire for independence is increasing with every "step" he takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a renewed sense of joy and confidence as I stay home with Jonah. I told Greg the other day, "Thank you for letting me stay home with Jonah." I know it's my calling and I'm so glad that it's part of God's design. I have a peace about it and working outside the home is the farthest thing from my mind. I'd miss watching him grow and learn and discover! Praise God for his design for mothers and fathers and families. He had such a perfect plan, and when we try to follow it, we can see the joy that was meant for us, without sin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-1564560471796930733?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/1564560471796930733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=1564560471796930733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/1564560471796930733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/1564560471796930733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/04/cruising-crawlingi-cant-keep-up.html' title='Cruising, crawling...I can&apos;t keep up!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R_KdaCnpCeI/AAAAAAAAADs/PmQOzvq4dvg/s72-c/bowtie+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-8667591625668502159</id><published>2008-03-23T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:10:07.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 9</title><content type='html'>Christ is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have a Savior who would choose to die for the sins of the world.  He has overcome death in victory and we celebrate his resurrection on this Easter day.  Praise God that we have eternal life in Jesus if we ask Him to come into our hearts and personally forgive our sins past, present, and future.  When we do that, we can live with God in heaven for eternity because Jesus paid the cost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Nine:"...be swift to hear, slow to speak..." James 1:19b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We are often so busy speaking that we don't take time to listen. We are so quick to offer a comment - negative or positive - that we don't really "hear" our husband's heart. Remember: we have two ears and only one mouth. We need to listen more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As you continue in your 30-day challenge, not speaking negatively and focusing on positive encouragement, hear the Lord's admonition today: "Be swift to hear." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If listening is a real problem for you, play a game with yourself. See if you can listen to your husband for one whole day, only speaking when asked a question. If your husband notices the difference, explain that you are learning to listen more-not only to God, but also to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One easy way to express admiration for your husband is to ask a question about something he enjoys, and then listen to his response. If it's an area of personal familiarity, keep asking questions until you learn something you didn't know, then tell him, "Wow, I didn't know that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a timely lesson for me.  Wow, this challenge has met me right where I need it most each day I post.  How's that for the Lord's leading?!  I'll see if I can swallow my pride, and close my mouth more often and open my ears.  My husband is such a good listener, I should learn from scripture and give my husband the courtesy he gives me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-8667591625668502159?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/8667591625668502159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=8667591625668502159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/8667591625668502159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/8667591625668502159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_23.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 9'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-6817666452534498262</id><published>2008-03-15T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:48:02.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R9yYAvEEGYI/AAAAAAAAACs/iQ6QH-6ClTY/s1600-h/9+mos+family+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178180809970162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R9yYAvEEGYI/AAAAAAAAACs/iQ6QH-6ClTY/s400/9+mos+family+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Eight: How are you doing with the "30-Day Encouragement Challenge"? In case you've forgotten, here's the challenge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* You can't say anything negative about your husband ...to your husband...or to anyone else, about your husband.* Say something that you admire or appreciate about your husband...to your husband...and to someone else, about your husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"...but who can find a faithful man?" Prov. 20:6b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Faithfulness is a wonderful but rare quality today, especially in regard to marriage. Do you understand how important this quality is? Your challenge is to continue to root out all negative speaking, and plant seeds of encouragement instead. You may be amazed at what will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Contemporary culture often entices men to be unfaithful to their wedding vows and spiritual commitments. Appreciate your husband's faithfulness - how he is loyal to you. Let him know that you are glad he has "stick-to-it-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iveness&lt;/span&gt;" in your marriage. Appreciate his faithfulness to God. (If you have an unfaithful husband, this is a difficult area for you. Pray, speak the truth in love, remain faithful yourself, and discover ways to encourage faithfulness in your mate. The Bible says that husbands may "...be won by the conduct of their wives" [1 Pet. 3:1]. You may also want to seek counsel from a mature, godly individual or couple.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, what an answered prayer! How blessed I am to be married to such a wonderful man as my husband. He is so thoughtful that today, he stayed home doing taxes, so I could go shopping with Jonah. I'd been meaning to shop for a bathing suit (a Christmas present from Greg), and a dress and shoes for Easter (gifts from my mom), but have made several attempts and hadn't gotten into the dressing room to try these things on in weeks! So, after taking way too long to leave the house, leaving closer to Jonah's afternoon nap time, I was getting stressed that I won't even have time to shop for myself, so I should just go grocery shopping and forget about my clothes all together. Well, my wonderful, calm, patient, anchor-of-a-husband, helped me to calm down and just enjoy the time and not worry about Jonah's nap schedule, he needs to adapt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was a great idea. But I tend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dottle&lt;/span&gt;, and by the time I got to the swimwear store (away from the mall, I thought I'd try out this store that my husband spotted and suggested I try), it was 3:05, and got Jonah in the stroller w/ diaper bag in hand and the store was closed...at 3:00 on Saturday. So I was discouraged, feeling like a failure when I try to accomplish so much and after running so many errands sometimes I feel like I didn't accomplish much of anything, but wasting gas and money since the prices are so high. So I drove toward the mall and realized that I needed to eat. I hadn't eaten enough today for the many times I had to nurse Jonah, so I stopped and got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steakburger&lt;/span&gt;. I really wanted a chocolate shake too, but I didn't think that would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fare&lt;/span&gt; well in the dressing room trying on swimsuits and dresses. So I stuck to the essential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nourishment&lt;/span&gt;. Then Jonah was so fussy, b/c we weren't going anywhere and he just had to get back in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; 3 min. after he thought he was going on an outing in his stroller. So I decided to take him back home so he could sleep in his crib for his nap, b/c he wasn't going to do well for me in the dressing rooms when he's already cranky and we haven't even gotten to the mall yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, my husband, who was doing taxes, was surprised to see me 30 min. later. So Jonah woke up from napping about 5 min. in the car and was not happy. When after putting him down, after trying to take him to the toilet and getting screams, and then in his crib, he almost turned purple from holding his breath from crying out of anger, I rocked him and he wanted to nurse again, 2 hours later! So I finally put him down for his nap, after taking him to the toilet. Poor guy, his schedule was all off. Greg came in and encouraged me, once again to go shopping and spend some time for myself. He said, "I'll stay home with the boy while he naps and I'll feed him a bottle when he wakes up, just go have a good time shopping." I was so thankful for my loving husband and for the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, off to the mall I went. I was efficient, and had a great time, got a dress, shoes, bathing suit, and was going to head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart for some groceries. When I heard a message on the radio talking about "the crazy cycle...without love, she reacts without respect...without respect, he reacts without love...." and I realized how important it is for our husbands to hear how much we respect them, when we're probably telling them how much we love them, and they know it. They don't need to hear it several times a day, but we women need the reassurance of the love our husbands have for us. So I decided to get just bananas (we were out, and the other items on the list could wait until I go grocery shopping next week) at Kroger (on the way home), and come home. I called Greg 5 min. after telling him I was on my way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart and said, "don't make anything, I want to come home and make you a good dinner, because I love you so much for taking care of Jonah for me. I have this good fish I want to make you and veggies, so just let me come home and make it for you. I'm getting bananas and I'll be home soon." He said, "okay, I'll feed Jonah his dinner, but I'll wait for you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, at 7:30, he and Jonah were at the table, he snacking on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pretzels&lt;/span&gt; and cheese, and Jonah eating a great, Mommy-approved dinner. He rushed to the door to help me with my bags and I said, "Oh, thank you. Honey...I respect you." He smiled and said, "I love you." He said he got hungry, but he'd eat whatever I cooked for dinner. I rushed to put the T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alapia&lt;/span&gt; in the oven and the broccoli and cheese and potatoes on the stove and decided to try on my new dress and do a fashion show for Greg and Jonah while the food was cooking. They loved the dress and shoes and as we were chatting and distracted, Jonah wanted me to stay there and not keep disappearing to the room to change, I realized that I didn't stir the broccoli and potatoes and they burned! I was so disappointed. I completely forgot to stir it after setting the timer for the fish. Greg was so encouraging and said, "Don't worry, Honey, I'll eat it. It's alright." The potatoes could be saved but the broccoli was definitely charred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I changed clothes fast and by then the fish was done and Jonah was fussing wondering where Mommy was. Greg took the fish out and calmed Jonah down, and when I came back in normal clothes, I noticed some perfect broccoli and cheese on the stove. He had made more for me while I changed. What a sweet guy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband knows when I just can't handle it anymore and I need him to remind me that we're a team. I know God brought us into each other's lives to balance each other out and encourage one another. I need to remember to show him respect and love, by respecting his time, his hard work, his rest, his activities, his needs. I'm so grateful that I have a loving husband who wants to lead and love his wife, and Christ loves the church.&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/13371356-6817666452534498262?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/6817666452534498262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=6817666452534498262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/6817666452534498262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/6817666452534498262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_15.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 8'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R9yYAvEEGYI/AAAAAAAAACs/iQ6QH-6ClTY/s72-c/9+mos+family+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-515496072015681351</id><published>2008-03-11T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:15:07.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Seven:"Do not overwork to be rich; because of your own understanding, cease!...for riches certainly make themselves wings..." Prov. 23:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"That I may cause those who love me to inherit wealth, that I may fill their treasuries." Proverbs 8:21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Money is the root of much marital discord. Ask yourself, "Am I being negative toward my husband in the area of finances?" Determine not to speak evil of your husband in this area. Discover ways to encourage and help him instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Does your husband handle finances wisely? Does he make good financial investments, based on biblical principles? Does he have a budget? Does he make wise decisions about purchases - checking many sources before he buys? Is he a good steward of his money before the Lord? Let him know how much you appreciate his strengths in financial matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If he is weak in this area, encourage any good decisions that he does make. Perhaps you can help him, if he's open to the idea, by organizing financial files or providing other practical assistance. Or, if he wants you to handle the finances, ask for his input before you make decisions that will affect him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-515496072015681351?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/515496072015681351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=515496072015681351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/515496072015681351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/515496072015681351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_11.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 7'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-534831093965084651</id><published>2008-03-03T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:33:31.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Six:"...whatever ye do, do all to the glory of God." 1 Cor. 10:31b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do you recognize and appreciate your husband's creativity? Or do you criticize and demean his efforts? Instead of negativity, determine to be positive. Perhaps you can help your husband see that his efforts are an opportunity to glorify God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Is your husband the "creative" type? Does he have any artistic gifts? What is that special "knack" he has? Affirm him for his handiwork - a hobby, music, gardening, tinkering with cars, working with wood, etc. Remember: Even if he doesn't measure up to your standards, praise his efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If your budget allows, buy him a book or magazine that will continue to encourage his special skill or talent. If you have a hard time finding his "creative side," understand that men's creativity sometimes is related to their work. Find something he does to make his job run more smoothly or something he does that adds value to his work...and let him know that you have noticed. Make his day...Praise his accomplishments in public, while he is listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an encouragement to me in today's challenge! I was feeling bad for not being perfect about not saying anything negative and holding my tongue, because I slipped a few times these last couple days. But today's challenge reminds me how important words of affirmation are to my husband, since it's probably his primary love language. He loves hearing praise about his work and his brilliant ideas. He's so creative with the computer and creating presentations and graphics that are pleasing to the eye and professional and convey the message at hand. He's been working so hard on his presentation for a meeting that he's facilitating today in Cincinnati. Last night when I saw the final product, I was so impressed and wowed by his work. I told him how much his boss and the company will appreciate it and they'll be looking to him for more ingenius ideas and quality creations like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise God for my husband for the way he works so hard to strive for perfection. Even when 80% is good enough for everyone else, he won't settle for less. I think that's something that God placed in his heart, because he's always been that way. We've been praying for him to get enough rest for the drive and for alertness on the roads and in the meetings. And this morning, he woke up refreshed and rejuvinated and ready to go. God is good and He answers prayers. He can give us the strength when we are weak and the wisdom and guidance when we don't know which direction to go. All we have to do is ask with a humble heart and listen to His voice. I pray that I will humbly go to Christ with my prayers and requests with thanksgiving, instead of trying to do it on my own, and in my own way. May I relinquish total control to Him daily in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-534831093965084651?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/534831093965084651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=534831093965084651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/534831093965084651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/534831093965084651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 6'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-2439912765569410684</id><published>2008-02-28T17:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:35:25.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Five:"Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers." Eph. 4:29 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Another way to describe the positive side of this "30-Day Encouragement Challenge" is by using the word "edify," which means, "to build up." Negative comments only discourage and tear down. Positive comments encourage and build.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do you edify your husband before others, adding to his value in their eyes? This is especially important to other family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do you praise your husband to his relatives, and yours? Does your husband's mother know how much you love him? How about your dad? Perhaps you can drop a word of praise into a conversation or letter. Be creative in letting your relatives know that you respect your husband, love him, and support him - in spite of whatever flaws and weaknesses he may have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great day to read today, after getting back from my trip to New York. It was hard for me and for Jonah to be away from his daddy for 6 days, but I enjoyed edifying my husband to my mother. I need to edify him more to his mother and to my dad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg was SO wonderful that he drove 1500 miles to pick us up. My mom and I had to drive through the snow storm a couple weeks ago, to get to her house in Bloomingburg, NY. It was hard on Jonah, but especially hard on us who had to stay alert and awake while driving. Jonah soon adapted to the new house, but didn't sleep through the night any night. He always woke up for whatever reason and wanted to nurse. Maybe because his play pen was in guest room where I was sleeping, and when he woke in the middle of the night, he smelled that his mommy was near and wanted me to comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dJCXEzrWI/AAAAAAAAACk/mzrZHt4CNFY/s1600-h/CIMG5610+clap+chair.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172183001961049442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dJCXEzrWI/AAAAAAAAACk/mzrZHt4CNFY/s320/CIMG5610+clap+chair.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were planning to meet Greg halfway new Youngstown, OH last Sunday, but I just didn't see that plan working out. Since he's one man driving alone, he'll get there much faster than two women and a 9 month old who need to stop frequently for restroom and food breaks. So, after exhausting all the possibilities we could think of, Greg decided that he'd drive to NY on Saturday, possibly stay one night in my mom's house, and drive back to Indiana on Sunday, so he could return to work on Monday. We actually ended up driving 3 more hours back toward Indiana on Saturday night, and started out our trip with Jonah sleeping. That worked out well. However, as soon as we were in the hotel, Jonah was back to clinging to mommy and not sleeping. I must have nursed him three times that night (from 1 am until 7:30 am) and Greg ended up sleeping in the other bed (the one we made up for Jonah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we got home on Sunday evening about 5:30 pm. Greg made great time on the road and our only delay was on I-70 when the highway was blocked in both directions because a plane, something like a Cessna, was trying to take off from the interstate. We knew it would be on the news, and it was. I didn't hear the whole story, but it took off from Eagle Creek and "ran out of options" so it landed on the highway. I wonder what the drivers of the vehicles thought when they were driving along and suddenly they saw an airplane land on the road in front of them. We got to see two helicopters circling about 3 miles ahead of us and finally the plane took off. Didn't get any photos, but we'll remember this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made great time and when we got home, I was SO thankful for my loving husband who drove all the way to New York for 1500 miles to bring Jonah and me home safely. We're still recovering from the travel and lack of sleep, and Jonah's back to sleeping through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edifying others and building each other up-- that's what I need to do more often. Not let any unwholesome talk come out of my mouth. That was the verse I kept thinking about when I was away from home and when it was easy to complain when I was sleep deprived. That verse, and Do everything without complaining or disputing. I know Jonah watches everything I do, and my mother too, she noticed how we train Jonah and pray with him and how we teach him. He needed constistent training and he needed his daddy too. I think he wondered why we only talked to Daddy on the phone, because he'd wake up every morning saying, "dadadada." So we'd call Daddy and say good morning. It's interesting, because he says "mamahh" to Greg all the time and to me when he's hungry, but it seems like what I hear all day long is "dadadada" or "bababababa" among other babblings. He's our precious boy and we're delighted to have him as our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dJA3EzrVI/AAAAAAAAACc/BiwtqMwnnak/s1600-h/CIMG5622+soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172182976191245650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dJA3EzrVI/AAAAAAAAACc/BiwtqMwnnak/s320/CIMG5622+soccer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dI-3EzrUI/AAAAAAAAACU/nL6UWhRLOoY/s1600-h/CIMG5641+crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172182941831507266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dI-3EzrUI/AAAAAAAAACU/nL6UWhRLOoY/s320/CIMG5641+crop.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/13371356-2439912765569410684?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/2439912765569410684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=2439912765569410684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2439912765569410684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2439912765569410684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_28.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 5'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R8dJCXEzrWI/AAAAAAAAACk/mzrZHt4CNFY/s72-c/CIMG5610+clap+chair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-4092288835453299173</id><published>2008-02-15T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T10:38:06.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge is a great one for me. I need to remember how hard my husband works to provide for our family, because it is created in is core to be the provider. This challenge to not speak negatively to or about or to others about our husbands is a good one. I realize when I start to say something that could become negative, it's not edifying and not productive, and it becomes complaining. Philippians 2:14 says, "Do everything without complaining or arguing..." If I'm teaching my son this verse, I better learn it and practice it first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may be only 9 months old, but he notices everything and learns from what I do and how my husband and I talk with each other, interact, love each other. It's so vital that I am kind and respectful and admirable of my husband so that my children learn to do so as well. Even when my husband loves me and honors me and protects me, Jonah's learning to do that too. God gave us such a wonderful design in His Word. We have to keep looking there for the instruction and for the guidance and direction we ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our husbands feel encouraged by our words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Four:"...let him labor, working with his hands what is good..." Eph. 4:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We are all accountable for the things we say, both negative and positive words. Have you embraced the challenge to speak only positive things to your husband and to others about him? Here's a suggestion that touches the core of your husband's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Some women take their husband's career for granted, and they show it in many ways. Do you "dump" on your husband at the end of the workday, or do you strengthen and encourage him with your words? A wise wife will make her husband feel that she values and appreciates his work. Let him know that you are glad he is a hard worker. Take opportunities to praise his diligence and resourcefulness to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If your husband is out of work, unable to work, or refuses to work, you'll need to be more creative. Praise him for a character quality that you see in him that would be a vital part of a successful career - such as persistence, decisiveness, strength, an analytical mind, organizational skills, good with people, good listener, determination, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-4092288835453299173?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/4092288835453299173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=4092288835453299173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/4092288835453299173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/4092288835453299173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_15.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives‏: Day 4'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-6496818881337740943</id><published>2008-02-14T10:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:54:43.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R7RjQnEzrNI/AAAAAAAAABc/YtIEHVGBaF0/s1600-h/Valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166863809519004882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R7RjQnEzrNI/AAAAAAAAABc/YtIEHVGBaF0/s400/Valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom drove in from New York today to visit us and babysit Jonah so Greg and I can have a date on Valentine's Day. I miss my mom SO much, since I didn't get to see her at Christmas. I'm so glad that she's here. Jonah and I are going to drive to New York with my mom next week and we'll be back the following weekend. We'll miss Daddy, but he's going to meet us halfway for the trip back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate that today's challenge is about loving our husbands and letting them love us.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a wonderful day in Christ's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Three:"...love suffers long, and is kind..." 1 Cor. 13:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Phil. 4:19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love indeed suffers long and is kind. As you consider your Encouragement Challenge, determine today that you will not say anything negative to or about your husband. Speak kindly to him with words of genuine encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If your husband is considerate of your needs, let him know that you have noticed. Thank him for his kindness and consideration. Thank the Lord that your husband knows how to be both tough and tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sometimes it's difficult for a man to be gentle, kind or tender - especially if he hasn't had role models in these areas. If he's not a considerate person, appeal to him for help without complaining. Let him know that it's hard for you to handle some things alone. Then, when he moves in to help, don't insist that he do it your way. Be glad that he is responding, and express your gratitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ultimately, you can't expect your husband to make you feel more secure, loved, etc. Remember that only God can meet the deepest needs of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-6496818881337740943?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/6496818881337740943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=6496818881337740943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/6496818881337740943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/6496818881337740943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_14.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 3'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R7RjQnEzrNI/AAAAAAAAABc/YtIEHVGBaF0/s72-c/Valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-2766387787209154577</id><published>2008-02-09T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:16:21.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Eventhough I'm already behind schedule for this 30 day challenge, I wanted to post it as I'm able to read it. I'm not online everyday, so when I am, I'll post that day's challenge. I have to admit that I already broke the goal of not saying anything negative to my husband, today. I just lost my temper when we were running late to a party, and got short with him. But I do remember the encouragement, that my friend told me in her e-mail, "you don't have to be perfect," so I'm going on that note and getting right back on track again. I try to apologize for my mistakes and add some encouraging words. Maybe I'll get used to the positives and hold my tongue before the negatives come out. It has been better for my heart to take those thoughts captive and make them obedient to Christ (2 Corinthians 10:5). It's a daily lesson and a daily reminder, but I'm determined to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes for day 2. It's late and the day is about over, so I'll sleep on this one and try to practice it tomorrow. We have a busy day with Jonah's 9 month pictures after church and it's supposed to be subzero wind chill tomorrow, so we'll just have to bundle everyone up. This one will be a challenge for me, because when it's cold, I tend to complain. So I'll have to work really hard to be positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day Two:"...through love serve one another." Gal. 5:13b&lt;br /&gt;How did you do yesterday with your first day of blessing and encouraging your husband? Was it easy? Was it hard to hold your tongue when you wanted to say something negative? We hope you're off to a good start. (If you blew it, don't give up - start again today!) There are so many practical things you can praise, if you look for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, find some way that your husband is serving you or your family. Does he help around the house? Take care of the car? Fix things that are broken? If your budget allows, give him a new, small tool with a big bow attached. But make sure he doesn't think it's part of a "Honey Do" list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your husband's not a handyman, but does he run errands for you? Let you go first? Take care of you when you are sick? Help you make decisions? Praise him for his willingness to serve others. Let him know that you see his unique service as a great strength.&lt;/span&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/13371356-2766387787209154577?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/2766387787209154577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=2766387787209154577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2766387787209154577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2766387787209154577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge_09.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 2'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-707047823351260779</id><published>2008-02-07T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:46:15.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 1</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine e-mailed me this 30-day challenge for wives to encourage their husbands on January 1st, 2008. Since January was such a rough month in the Bayman household, I wasn't able to participate. Now that I'm able to read my messages, I asked her if she could send it all to me at once, and she did. So I'm going to try to post one each day for 30 days to remind myself and encourage anyone else who's reading this blog to be a blessing in their home as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How appropriate for reading day 1 today, since yesterday, I wasn't particularly encouraging to my husband. Who more should we encourage than the man we love who takes care of us and leads our home and provides for our family? Well, here it is, and I will try to remember day 1 for the rest of my days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Day One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so he will have no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil all the days of her life." Prov. 31:11-12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To refresh your memory...here's the 30-Day Encouragement Challenge...for the next 30 days:* You can't say anything negative about your husband ...to your husband...or to anyone else, about your husband.* Say something that you admire or appreciate about your husband...to your husband...and to someone else, about your husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To help you get started, have you ever thanked your husband for "choosing you" above all other women? He found you attractive as a person, and appreciated you. Though many circumstances in your marriage may have changed, let your husband know that you are glad God led you together, and that you want to be a blessing to him for the rest of your marriage. Let him know that he can trust you to be in his corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One of the best opportunities to express your gratitude is first thing in the morning. How do you greet your husband each morning? Is he confident in your love? Give him a "wake up call" that he'll never forget-a big "I love you" and an "I'm so glad I'm your wife!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-707047823351260779?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/707047823351260779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=707047823351260779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/707047823351260779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/707047823351260779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-day-husband-encouragement-challenge.html' title='30-Day Husband Encouragement Challenge for Wives: Day 1'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-7686146386378855920</id><published>2008-02-06T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T16:54:52.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraging Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6op-fqTlWI/AAAAAAAAABU/S06L6aLbjB4/s1600-h/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163986076361266530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6op-fqTlWI/AAAAAAAAABU/S06L6aLbjB4/s320/cover.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, how grateful I am for the women in my Bible study. Their words, prayers and advice are so encouraging to me. This spring, I'm in a weekly Bible study at our church called, &lt;em&gt;The Mission of Motherhood &lt;/em&gt;by Sally Clarkson. Praying with these women that I haven't met before and hearing their stories about rearing their children reminds me that I'm not alone, and I'm doing a good thing, staying home and raising my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occaisionally, we receive handouts that are quotes, stories, reminders, or just fun things to read and laugh about. This week, one in particular spoke to my heart. Whenever I have doubts in my mind or if I'm questioning the idea of a career over personally raising my children, I want to remember God's design for mothers and His intent for the role in which He has placed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Continue On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A woman once fretted over the usefulness of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She feared she was easting her potential being a devoted wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and mother: She wondered if the time and energy she invested in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;her husband and children would make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At times she got discouraged because so much of what she did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;seemed to go unnoticed and unappreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is it worth it?"&lt;/em&gt; she often wondered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is there something better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I could be doing with my time?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It was during one of these moments of questioning that she heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;the still small voice of her heavenly Father speak to her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are a wife and mother because that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is what I have called you to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much of what you do is hidden from the public eye. But I notice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most of what you give is done without remuneration. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I am your reward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your husband cannot be the man I have called him to be without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your support. Your influence upon him is greater than you think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and more powerful than you will ever know. I bless him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;through your service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and honor him through your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your children are precious to Me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even more precious than they are to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I have entrusted them to your care to raise for Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What you invest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in them is an offering to Me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may never be in the public spotlight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But your obedience shines as a bright light before Me. Continue on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember you are my servant. Do all to please Me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-by Roy Lessin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a world where nothing is good enough, fast enough, expensive enough, easy enough, I want to drown out all that is unedifying and degrading to the example of a marriage, a family, and parenthood. I won't settle for leaving my children behind to fend for themselves and to be raised by the media and the evils in this world. I will stand by my husband and support him, encourage him, and help him by nurturing my family and taking care of the little ones that our heavenly Father has entrusted to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He never said it would be easy, but I know where I can find my strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Philippians 4:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-7686146386378855920?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/7686146386378855920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=7686146386378855920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/7686146386378855920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/7686146386378855920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/encouraging-words.html' title='Encouraging Words'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6op-fqTlWI/AAAAAAAAABU/S06L6aLbjB4/s72-c/cover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-4774347721670668709</id><published>2008-02-01T10:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T11:27:04.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHt_qTlVI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8mFvMZObhA/s1600-h/CIMG5323b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162048453405283666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHt_qTlVI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8mFvMZObhA/s320/CIMG5323b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonah at 8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to be online again. Poor Greg had bronchitis for 2 weeks before going to the dr. and I was trying to take care of him and keep Jonah away from the coughs so he wouldn't catch it. Well, I was getting fatigued taking care of husband, baby, and dog, (thankfully, I didn't get sick), that I had to ask Greg to take Jonah to the toilet once and to watch him for about an hour while I tried to rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHsvqTlTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OojoKJWbVKw/s1600-h/CIMG5341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162048431930447154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHsvqTlTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OojoKJWbVKw/s320/CIMG5341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were doing so well with the handwashing (so much that my hands and Jonah's were getting dry) that Jonah wasn't sick. Well, after hanging out with Daddy, who was still very sick, Jonah caught what Greg had, 102.1 fever, coughs, sneezes, fatigue. Poor baby. This is his first fever of his life. I'd never felt him that hot before. I took him to the dr. the day I felt his fever (last Wed.), and they checked that it wasn't pneumonia and he had no ear infection. Thank goodness! Greg had bronchitis in college, and I had pneumonia when I was three years old, so I wanted to be sure that Jonah was checked out early. The dr. recommended a humidifier, rest, plenty of fluids, Tylenol for the fever, and a lot of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHtfqTlUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xj6qVJOFsnA/s1600-h/CIMG5359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162048444815349058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHtfqTlUI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xj6qVJOFsnA/s320/CIMG5359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fever was down in less than 24 hours (Thurs.), and we spent most of the day just cuddling. Poor Jonah was so limp, he couldn't even hold his body up. He just wanted me to hold him and comfort him in his pain and finally laid down in his crib for one nap in the afternoon. Greg went to work that day, and then to the medcheck that night. They ruled out the flu, prescribed some meds and told him not to go to work on Friday. Soon, he got his appetite back, and on Friday, Jonah was eating back to normal. He still has a bit of a cough, but I've been keeping him indoors when it's super cold out, like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took it easy last weekend too, and only ventured out to get his new carseat. He was 21 lbs. at the dr. and I was sure he'd be 22 lbs. by next month. Well, I didn't want to wait any longer to get his car seat. He'd already been uncomfortable in his infant carrier, and I think he didn't like being in that slouched position and all buckled in. So I was glad he was doing better since I wanted to see the seat before buying it. We were going to get it online, but got a better deal at Babies' R Us with the 15% off coupon. We got a Britax Boulevard for the side impact protection, and Jonah LOVES it! He sleeps in it while driving and rests his head on the side wings. He's our precious cargo, and we want to protect him as much as we can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went swimming on Wed. while it was 52 degrees out. He was barely coughing the day before, so I thought we'd try it. We were both tired of being indoors all the time. He loves swimming at the Y, so we enjoyed the exercise. As soon as he started coughing, though, I said, it's time to get him out and back to rest. I didn't want him to overexhert himself. Maybe with subsequent children I won't be so cautious, but I don't like it when he's sick. I want to take care of him as best as I can. Afterall, he's our only son. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NGUfqTlRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7WFKvIPuvKo/s1600-h/CIMG5147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162046915806991634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NGUfqTlRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7WFKvIPuvKo/s320/CIMG5147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NGVfqTlSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fi6nL8vPo5Y/s1600-h/CIMG5137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162046932986860834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NGVfqTlSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fi6nL8vPo5Y/s320/CIMG5137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13371356-4774347721670668709?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/4774347721670668709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=4774347721670668709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/4774347721670668709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/4774347721670668709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R6NHt_qTlVI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8mFvMZObhA/s72-c/CIMG5323b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-2685413851277433375</id><published>2008-01-11T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:35:58.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R4eSCb7HYaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xgFEmXFiSZc/s1600-h/CIMG5279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154248869101920674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R4eSCb7HYaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xgFEmXFiSZc/s320/CIMG5279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been over a year since I blogged, and well, our son is 8 months old now! Last post I was reminiscing about the Rockappella concert where they brought me on stage during "My Girl" to sing to me a new song, "Oh, Pollyanna." I wasn't feeling so well then after having just been in the hospital for dehydration at 10 weeks prenatal. But now...I'm doing great! and Jonah is napping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to update you on the past year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonah Taylor Bayman was born May 10, 2007 at 1:37 p.m. He weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces and was 20.5 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154243156795416962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R4eM177HYYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m3UHWK9FWGE/s320/CIMG2350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see more photos of Jonah's first 6 months, visit our flickr site. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chuybay"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/chuybay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's just a joy to know and we love how he smiles, laughs, giggles, sings, dances, plays the piano, claps his hands, tries to crawl, loves to pet our dog Chuy and kiss our noses. Now kissing the nose, used to be biting it with his gums, but is now a bit painful with two teeth! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll try to keep blogging more regularly now. This past yr. has been a whirlwind with job changes and even trusting God to provide for us while living on savings for three months. We're so blessed that we had more time together as a family so Greg could spend more time with his son, and Jonah could enjoy Daddy time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started toilet training at 4 months and it wasn't easy, I admit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154258206360822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R4eah77HYbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pslS7scfkEY/s320/CIMG4684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Greg being there to help me. Now Jonah tells us when he needs to use the toilet, but we are still learning to understand what he's telling us. Praying for wisdom as I continue this effort, since I don't always have the strength and energy to stop what I'm doing to take him to the toilet. It's worth it though since we're saving 1-3 diapers a day. Hopefully he'll start not wanting to wear the diapers anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/13371356-2685413851277433375?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/2685413851277433375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=2685413851277433375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2685413851277433375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/2685413851277433375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to blogging'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/R4eSCb7HYaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xgFEmXFiSZc/s72-c/CIMG5279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-116682867118141358</id><published>2006-12-22T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:33:19.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockapella sing</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since I've posted anything on the blog, but I think it's about time to start up again. There's been a lot going on since March when I last posted the AKAfellas songs, so I'll just start with the most interesting events and fill in from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg heard that Rockapella was going to be in Indy again this October, so he and I and Paul &amp;amp; Leslie got tickets to go. Greg was coming back from a business trip after being gone all week, so I was really looking forward to seeing him. They performed at Hamilton Southeastern H.S. in Fishers, where lead singer, Scott Leonard's father is the former superintendant. The first time I saw Rockapella live was at Butler University at Clowes Hall in Indianapolis on Nov. 14, 2003. That was before Greg and I were engaged. We went with his quartet, the AKAfellas, and their respective wives/girlfriends/finacees. It was a fun time and a great performance by Rockapella. Anyway, I digress. Back to the concert in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2499/1172/1600/965821/CIMG0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2499/1172/320/359978/CIMG0656.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the first time for us to see the new group perform: the Three Tenors, Scott Leonard, Kevin Wright, and introducing John Brown, A.K.A. JB, and new bass, George Baldi, and their vocal percussionist, Jeff Thatcher. Of course we were impressed and just thought that getting some of their performance on video would be great. We had our little Casio Exilim digital camera that could capture as much movie and pics as there was room on the disc, so we started "filming" when they were singing "My Girl." Well, you can watch the rest. Anytime there's a break in the video, it's b/c Greg was taking a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-116682867118141358?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/116682867118141358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=116682867118141358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/116682867118141358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/116682867118141358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/12/rockapella-sing.html' title='Rockapella sing'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-114262594417622061</id><published>2006-03-17T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:07:09.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>The AKAfellas recorded again in February to see how things have improved.  Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.scottwilderweb.com/index.html"&gt;Scott Wilder&lt;/a&gt;, we mixed the songs, added reverb and put it on a CD.  Greg's Grandma D'Ann loved hearing her grandson on the CD, since her son Chris Bayman is already a professional guitarist heading up the &lt;b&gt;Chris Bayman Quartet&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this mix is good, though, keep in mind, singing is not their day job.  They're 4 engineers who like to sing for fun. :)  It was cool to hear them all on a CD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/akafellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/400/akafellas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a cool picture of them rehearsing, but since Scott's wife, Kathie, didn't think we could stay quiet enough, we went furniture shopping instead.  However, Lori, Doug's wife, did get a picture of them rehearsing at their house way back when, and she's posted this pic on their &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/akafellasquartet"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;.  Greg and I were there the following week to mix though, and that was like looking at their voices through a microscopic ear, if that's possible.  'Twas fun and many thanks to Scott and the other fellas, Doug, Matt, and Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your listening pleasure...listen at your own risk. j/k ;) &lt;a href="http://www.scottwilderweb.com/page1/page7/page7.html"&gt;http://www.scottwilderweb.com/page1/page7/page7.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-114262594417622061?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/114262594417622061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=114262594417622061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114262594417622061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114262594417622061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/03/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-114228618566359843</id><published>2006-03-13T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:30:08.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's 30th</title><content type='html'>We went to the Claddagh for dinner and then bowling for Amy Riego's 30th birthday party.  The food was good, and the Bailey's cheesecake was beautiful!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/gregs%20dessert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/gregs%20dessert.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg liked the plaque in the party room that he thought his mother would like.  She never knows a stranger, always making new friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/stranger%20friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/stranger%20friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bowling alley, I didn't capture Greg's many strikes on film, or the 3 times he had to rescue my ball that got stuck in the gutter.  But I did catch Amy blowing out the candles on her cake.  She needed some help from her cousin Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, yet exhausting night.  Who knew you had to be in such great shape for bowling?  With Greg's great coaching, I threw 2 strikes in 2 games! :)  WooHoo!!  I think I've overcome my fear of bowling from when I was 9 yrs. old at the bowling alley in Mosquite, TX, w/ my dad and the 9 lb. ball slipped off of my hand and I flung it backwards into the seats where his friends and their kids were sitting.  I was SO embarrassed, I didn't want to ever bowl again!  No mishaps like that one this time, but I only used a 10 lb. ball. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-114228618566359843?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/114228618566359843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=114228618566359843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114228618566359843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114228618566359843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/03/amys-30th.html' title='Amy&apos;s 30th'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-114193168361155864</id><published>2006-03-09T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:14:43.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>Tonight we're going to Broad Ripple to &lt;a href="http://indianapolis.citysearch.com/profile/3960615"&gt;Mama Carolla's&lt;/a&gt; for some good Italian cuisine.  I can't wait!  This wet weather needs some warm comfort food to keep me smilin'. I hear it's romantic.  Maybe Greg and I will try it sometime.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/italian%20cuisine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/400/italian%20cuisine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-114193168361155864?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/114193168361155864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=114193168361155864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114193168361155864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114193168361155864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/03/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-114117024614467098</id><published>2006-02-28T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:05:36.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Johari Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align:center;border-spacing:0px; border-collapse:collapse;"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#ccf"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Arena&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known to self and others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#0000AA; font-weight:bold"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00007F"&gt;helpful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#0000AA; font-weight:bold"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#0000FF; font-weight:bold"&gt;observant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00002A"&gt;self-conscious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00007F"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#fcc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known only to others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;complex&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;dependable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000; font-weight:bold"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;idealistic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#CC0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;reflective&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;relaxed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;responsive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#CC0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330000"&gt;tense&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#CC0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#cfc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Façade&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known only to self)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;background:#ccc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Unknown&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known to nobody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.8em"&gt; accepting, adaptable, bold, brave, calm, clever, confident, dignified, extroverted, happy, ingenious, introverted, knowledgeable, mature, modest, organised, patient, powerful, quiet, self-assertive, sensible, shy, silly, spontaneous, wise, witty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h3&gt;All Percentages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;able&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;accepting (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;adaptable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;bold (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;brave (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;calm (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;caring&lt;/b&gt; (38%) &lt;b&gt;cheerful&lt;/b&gt; (38%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;clever (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;complex&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;confident (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;dependable&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;dignified (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;energetic&lt;/b&gt; (23%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;extroverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;friendly&lt;/b&gt; (30%) &lt;b&gt;giving&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;happy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;helpful&lt;/b&gt; (23%) &lt;b&gt;idealistic&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;b&gt;independent&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;ingenious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;intelligent&lt;/b&gt; (30%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;introverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;kind&lt;/b&gt; (30%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;knowledgeable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;logical&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;b&gt;loving&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;mature (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;modest (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;nervous&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;b&gt;observant&lt;/b&gt; (46%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;organised (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;patient (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;powerful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;proud&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;quiet (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;reflective&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;b&gt;relaxed&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;b&gt;religious&lt;/b&gt; (38%) &lt;b&gt;responsive&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;b&gt;searching&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;self-assertive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;self-conscious&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;sensible (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;sentimental&lt;/b&gt; (30%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;shy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;silly (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;spontaneous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;sympathetic&lt;/b&gt; (23%) &lt;b&gt;tense&lt;/b&gt; (7%) &lt;b&gt;trustworthy&lt;/b&gt; (15%) &lt;b&gt;warm&lt;/b&gt; (30%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;wise (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;witty (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000; padding:8px; text-align:center;background:#000000"&gt; Created by the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interactive Johari Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on 9.3.2006, using data from 13 respondents.&lt;br&gt; You can &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;make your own Johari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=pollyannabay"&gt;view pollyannabay's full data&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-114117024614467098?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/114117024614467098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=114117024614467098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114117024614467098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114117024614467098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-johari-window.html' title='My Johari Window'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-114053187080958205</id><published>2006-02-21T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:00:56.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johari_window"&gt;Johari Window&lt;/a&gt; was invented by Joseph Luft and Harrington Ingham in the 1950s as a model for mapping personality awareness. By describing yourself from a fixed list of adjectives, then asking your friends and colleagues to describe you from the same list, a grid of overlap and difference can be built up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get your own &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;Johari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=pollyannabay"&gt;contribute to pollyannabay's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get responses, I'll post the window here.  Here's &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=drgarnecki"&gt;my sister's window&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-114053187080958205?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/114053187080958205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=114053187080958205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114053187080958205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114053187080958205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/02/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-114019714798999528</id><published>2006-02-17T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:25:47.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing on the wheel</title><content type='html'>In my pottery class on Wed. I got my first opportunity to sit at the wheel and form a piece of clay.  It takes a lot of strength of your arms and shoulders and hands, and it's not as easy as it looks.  I kept pulling the clay off of the wheel, while I was trying to keep my hands at 3 and 9 o'clock to "cone" the clay.  Finally, I was able to poke a hole in it and then it came off the wheel again.  Some others had similar troubles as I did, but one student was able to make her first pot after sitting at the wheel for just about 30 min.  I guess it helps to just have fun with it and not try to be a perfectionist at getting the technique just right.  After little instruction and few mistakes, she was able to poke the hole, and pull up the sides of her pot.  It was pretty good for her first wheel throwing experience.  Now I need not compare myself to others who get the hang of it quicker than I do, since I spent most of my time practicing on the wheel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, it's coil pots.  That'll be fun b/c it's another free-forming pot that you do by hand. :)  Can't wait to see how my first glazed salsa bowl turns out.  The colors of the glaze are different in the bottle to how they turn out in the kiln.  The underglazes, which I painted on before at Latest Glaze in Bloomington, retain their color from the bottle to after firing.  We'll see how my pink and green pot turns into blue and turquoise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a relaxing experience and I do better at the wheel when my eyes are closed.  Looking forward to creating my first thrown pot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-114019714798999528?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/114019714798999528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=114019714798999528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114019714798999528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/114019714798999528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/02/throwing-on-wheel.html' title='Throwing on the wheel'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113950593622817279</id><published>2006-02-09T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:17:27.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resilience</title><content type='html'>Puppies are such resilient little things.  You wouldn't have even guessed that Chuy had been neutered if you'd seen him on Tues. or even today.  He's just as playful as he has been, almost a little too playful to handle.  I guess after that full day of rest, he was rarin' to go.  If you ever need to spay or neuter your pet, I recommend scheduling it for the month of February, Pet Over-population month.  It took our cost down 50% and I was able to get all the pre-operative blood work and pain meds total for less than the cost for the neuter alone, had been done it in Jan. or March.  Chuy will be 6 months old on Feb. 18th, so he's just at the right age to have it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of resilience, I just started a pottery class last night and it's SO fun!  What a great creative release and stress reliever.  I am looking forward to next week when we get to work on the wheel.  Last night I made 4 pinch pots, by hand, and 3 ornaments for the Christmas tree.  Once they get fired, we can paint them and glaze them and fire them again. :)  Greg has his quartet rehearsal on Wed. nights so that's his male bonding time w/ the guys.  This class is all women, who'd have thought, and they're all from post college age to grandmothers and some people sit and gossip, but I mostly focused on my creations and keeping my thoughts in my head.  It was my way of sorting through the day while doing something creative and constructive.  Pinch pots are made by manually turning the clay in your hands while pinching it from the inside out. This is how the Indians used to make their pottery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started kneading the clay in my hands and began to form a pot, I couldn't help but think of the Potter and the Clay.  We are the Clay and God is the Potter.  He is forming us in His hands.  I was amazed at how a lump of dirty clay can become something useful and beautiful in the Master's hands.  Each pot I made got better, though the last one was a bit abstract or "organic" as they like to call that type of art, but they still weren't as good as the teacher's example.  Though she makes pinch pots 20,000 times a day, being an art teacher at the HS, our work as humans still isn't perfect.  However, when I made something that didn't look right, or when I poked my thumb all the way through the bottom of the pot, I balled it up and started over with a new pot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it made more sense.  God never wastes anything.  At first I was going to make a clover leaf pot, but it became something else, I realized it would be better used as this abstract little dish with three sections.  I didn't really like clovers that much anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can take a person who might have thought she would have been a teacher, but make her a singer instead.  Or He can take an engineer from GE and make him a math teacher in an inner city school, where his ministry was greater for God and where he could touch the hearts of so many young people in an after school Bible study.  Did that "change" break the person?  No, because God also created us with such resiliency that we are sometimes surprised at the difficulty and trials we go through and come out on the other side even stronger than before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never gives us more than we can handle.  Like the pottery, I could have cut out the walls of a votive candle holder with cookie cutters last night, but the clay was too soft.  It needed to dry more and harden a bit so that it was leathery and strong enough to withstand the pull of gravity on the holes in the walls so that it would not lose its shape.  God won't give you a trial to destroy you.  He knows you're strong enough to handle it.  If you think you're not, lean on Him and He will give you strength in weakness.  He is the Potter, we are the clay.  We are created for His glory.  We are being formed in His hands into His image, and into the man or woman He wants us to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113950593622817279?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113950593622817279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113950593622817279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113950593622817279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113950593622817279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/02/resilience.html' title='Resilience'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113925872038640337</id><published>2006-02-06T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:18:21.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again Snow Again</title><content type='html'>Woke up to about 2 inches of snow the day after Groundhog day.  You can see the amount piled up on our patio table.  I think snow that sticks to the trees like this is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/snowy%20deck.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/snowy%20deck.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuy was excited!  He hadn't played in snow since, well, since the last time it snowed in 2005.  So we played in the back yard with Chuy and I had to take some pics of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Chuy is at the vet, and he just got neutered.  I pick him up tomorrow.  They said he's doing fine.  Good thing he got to run and jump in the snow before all that.  He won't be jumping for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/chuy%20greg%20snowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/chuy%20greg%20snowing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so pretty outside today though.  The sun is shining, though it's 24 degrees.  I miss Chuy already.  I hope he has a good sleep in the animal hospital tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113925872038640337?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113925872038640337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113925872038640337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113925872038640337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113925872038640337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/02/home-again-snow-again.html' title='Home Again Snow Again'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113868423457170490</id><published>2006-01-30T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:47:58.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Chai!  Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/Cimg1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/Cimg1646.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the Year of the Dog, Chuy wanted to wish you all a Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/Cimg1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/Cimg1644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom visited last week, she bought us 2 bouquets of flowers for Chinese new year.  I wish I had some Hong Bao "red treasure" (little red and gold envelopes filled with money that elders give children for Chinese New Year) to give Chuy, since that's more appropriate for the celebration than the carrots he's eating, but he's wishing it just the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/Cimg1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/Cimg1649.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113868423457170490?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113868423457170490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113868423457170490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113868423457170490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113868423457170490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/gong-xi-fa-chai-happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Chai!  Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113773499984955056</id><published>2006-01-20T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:32:24.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy's First Christmas</title><content type='html'>Chewy was overwhelmed with the outpouring of our loving family who came to visit him this Christmas.  Mom and Dad Bayman and our niece, nephew, Greg's sister, and Grandma Bayman all came to visit and take care of Chuy while we were visiting my parents in New York. :)  More pics will come later, but I had to throw this one in of our Cheerful Chuy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/CIMG1497_047.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/CIMG1497_047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113773499984955056?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113773499984955056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113773499984955056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113773499984955056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113773499984955056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/puppys-first-christmas.html' title='Puppy&apos;s First Christmas'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113773204608078154</id><published>2006-01-19T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:59:08.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Puppy has a name!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/11%20weeks%20old.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/11%20weeks%20old.1.jpg" border="0" alt="I finally got Chuy to look at the camera" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuy 10 and a half weeks old.  I finally got him to look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first saw our little Golden Retriever on Nov. 6, we knew we liked him because he was the runt of the litter, so small and cute.  We bought him that day after playing with him in the little room for an hour and a half.  We knew we were going to be gone for 3 days that next weekend, so we opted to pick him up in 1 week, on Nov. 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first we couldn't think of a name, and we thought and though.  I can't even remember names that we thought of, because when Greg said, "How about Chewy?"  I thought, "perfect!"  It's cute and it's a moniker that recognizes his favorite past time... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chewing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on EVERYTHING! And so we slept on it.  We didn't want it to have anything to do with Star Wars and Chewbacca, so we thought of alternate ways of spelling it.  Chooie, Chewie, Chewy, none seemed right...and then I thought of my favorite TexMex restaurant in Austin, TX --Chuy's!  Perfect.  We both LOVE TexMex food, and Chuy's so cute, it's also just 4 letters, so it's easier for engraving purposes.  And that was the beginning of our puppy living up to his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day when we went to the store to visit our new puppy, we called him Chuy, and he started learning his name.  The employees called him Chuy from then on and when we picked him up that next Sunday, Chuy was ready to come home with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken Thursday night when Greg wasn't able to come to the store, so I took some pics of him so his daddy could see how he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/11%20wks%20chair.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/11%20wks%20chair.0.jpg" border="0" alt="See how small he is next to the chair?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how small he is next to the chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/Chuy%20and%20rope%2011%20weeks.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/Chuy%20and%20rope%2011%20weeks.0.jpg" border="0" alt="Chuy loves playing with his rope"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuy loves playing with his rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/pose%20Chuy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/pose%20Chuy.2.jpg" border="0" alt="Pose for Daddy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pose for Daddy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113773204608078154?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113773204608078154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113773204608078154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113773204608078154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113773204608078154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/our-puppy-has-name.html' title='Our Puppy has a name!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113772919202613647</id><published>2006-01-19T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:05:43.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuy, the Wonder Pup!</title><content type='html'>I finally have the CD of pics of Chuy from Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'll post more later, but I wanted y'all to see what our little bundle of joy looks like. :) He's MUCH bigger now than in these pics, and well, I wish he would stay small forever, because he's so cute this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuy helped me to string the Christmas lights on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/laying%20lights%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"  alt="He liked the warm lights" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/laying%20lights%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He liked the warm lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/chewing%20lights.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/chewing%20lights.1.jpg" border="0" alt="Chewing lights because they're there" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chuy chewing lights because they're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/Chuy%20lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"  alt="My little helper" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/Chuy%20lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/tree%20lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"  alt="Tree without ornaments" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/tree%20lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the finished product. Not bad for a pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/family%20photo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;"  alt="Family Photo Thanksgiving 2005" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/family%20photo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family Photo Thanksgiving 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113772919202613647?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113772919202613647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113772919202613647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113772919202613647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113772919202613647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/chuy-wonder-pup.html' title='Chuy, the Wonder Pup!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113698927127347731</id><published>2006-01-11T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:42:53.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mornin' Good Mornin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/Singin/singin.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/sing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"...We talked the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;Good Mornin&lt;br /&gt;Good Mornin&lt;br /&gt;to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmsite.org/sing.html"&gt;Singin' In The Rain&lt;/a&gt; has now become one of my all time favorite movies! We watched it last night, and I just love watching the dancing sequences over and over again! Gene Kelly is really a gifted dancer, and Debbie Reynolds is SO cute! I love to watch them tap tap tap away. Donald O'Conner is just hilarious and an avid dancer himself. Cyd Cherisse is such a talented ballerina though she dances lyrical and jazz in this film. It makes me want to sing and get out my tapping shoes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this movie to families and folks young and old. We got it for some family members for birthdays this year and they're in for a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from walking Chuy in the rain.  It was fun, but cold.  Chuy's asleep now.  How fun could that number have been for Gene Kelly to dance all that in the pouring rain!  What a scene.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/Singin/singin3.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/singin_kelly_lamppost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113698927127347731?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113698927127347731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113698927127347731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113698927127347731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113698927127347731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-mornin-good-mornin.html' title='Good Mornin&apos; Good Mornin&apos;'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113693164516005669</id><published>2006-01-10T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:22:44.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/cookbook365.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/200/cookbook365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas I got Rachel Ray's new book of 30 min. recipes, 365: No Repeats. I've been reading it to find something great to make for Greg, but instead, I've made things that I remember my mom making when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modifying Greg's favorite Chili recipe, I took the leftovers and made &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Haystacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's fun for kids to assemble and healthy too. Here's the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haystacks&lt;/strong&gt;: Serves 2&lt;br /&gt;Prep time: 10 min. Cook time: 2 min.&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. Fritos (R) Corn chips or Tortilla chips&lt;br /&gt;1 c. Salad mix, lettuce, or fresh spinach (finely chopped)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tomato (diced)&lt;br /&gt;1 c. Cheddar, Colby-Jack, or Mozzarella cheese (shredded)&lt;br /&gt;8 oz. of your favorite Chili (heated) or 1/2 lb. browned ground beef and onions&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons Sour Cream (if desired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the chili in a microwave safe bowl for 2 min. stirring halfway b/w cooking time. On each plate, or in a bowl, pile the Fritos (R) in the middle for a little mound. Spoon the warm chili on top of the Fritos and sprinkle with shredded cheese. Sprinkle the lettuce and diced tomatoes on top. Add a dollup of sour cream at the very top if desired. Serve with a fork and spoon to shovel that "hay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun for a casual group dinner or for kids too. Have the ingredients in separate bowls and have guests build their own Haystacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Greg's favorite Chili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; recipe. Greg's Mom and sister were kind enough to teach me how to make this chili for our New Year's Eve party, and it was a hit! I wish I could have said I made it, but other than stirring and pouring, Deb and Mom did all the work! We had 2 crockpots full, but it's ready to serve right from the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg's Favorite Chili&lt;/strong&gt;: Serves 10&lt;br /&gt;Prep time: 30 min. Cook time: 25 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 large (53 oz.) cans of Brooks brand Chili Beans (hot or mild or both)&lt;br /&gt;4 lbs. of Ground Beef&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of 1 white onion (chopped)&lt;br /&gt;2 cans (12 oz.) of tomato soup&lt;br /&gt;2 Tblsp. Chili Powder (or more to taste)&lt;br /&gt;Tabasco Sauce (if desired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large skillet, brown ground beef, drain. Add onions and sautee for 10 min. or until onions are fully cooked and mixed in well with the beef. Pour half of the beef mixture into 1 crockpot and half into another. Turn the crockpots on High. Pour 1 can of Brooks hot Chili beans into one crockpot and stir. Pour 1 can of Brooks mild Chili beans into the other crockpot. (If you want both pots to be medium spicy, half the two cans into both pots.) Pour 1 can of tomato soup into each crockpot (2 cans total) do not add water. Stir. Add 1 Tblsp. of Chili powder into each crockpot, stir. After 15 min. turn the crockpots to Low. Taste and add more chili powder or Tabasco sauce if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tabasco&lt;/span&gt; on hand at the party is good for those who want the extra "kick." Serve with shredded cheese, Fritos, Tostitos, Sour Cream all on the side and be sure to have cold drinks ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served a salad in a large bowl, w/o dressing and more than 2/3rds of it was gone after going into the second crockpot of chili, so the lack of dressing didn't matter. It wasn't planned, but an oversight on my part. We also had summer sausage, crackers and cheese, Gardetto's pretzle mix on the table. It was heavy on the proteins and starches, so I'd have added a veggie tray if I had it to do over again. The desserts were at the second house in our "Progressive Dinner Party," hence the lack of sweets, though a guest did bring some delicious mini carrot cake muffins. Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113693164516005669?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113693164516005669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113693164516005669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113693164516005669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113693164516005669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/cooking-lessons.html' title='Cooking Lessons'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113653981527262498</id><published>2006-01-06T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:31:28.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>What a year has gone by.  I thought that on my birthday last year, I'd be able to take a moment to reflect on all of God's blessings: where He's brought me, what He's helped me to overcome, and look forward to years of promises ahead.  Well, I just took that moment now, more than 2 weeks after my birthday, because I sent a greeting to another friend.  Do you ever find that you love to give advice to others, but find it hard to heed yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday came and went without much reflection or celebration because I was miserably sick and my husband was too.  We're both just about rid of the many viruses we caught in the month of December, but I am just now taking time to realize that it's not the circumstances that one is faced with, it's how one handles them.  It's the attitude that one takes to the situation and the choice one makes to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my puppy and think, he must have a great life.  He doesn't have to work, cook, clean, buy things.  He just eats, sleeps, and poops.  But then again I think, well, he depends on his owners to walk him, feed him, clean his cage, bathe him, clip his nails, take him to the vet, play with him, love him.  He has "worries" too, like, "will they let me outside before I have to relieve myself?"  Sometimes, I take for granted the many privileges I have to make my own decisions about what I'm going to do on a particular day.  How I'm going to react to certain situations, and what I'm going to tell my husband when I give the daily report.  He's good at giving me the gist of things, or leaving it out all together, and I have a tendancy to rehash all the details.  That's part of our compatibility and frustration at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you take the time to reflect on God's grace, mercy, and blessings for those of us who know Him.  And if you don't know Him, I pray that you would.  It's so easy to think that we don't need God when things are going well, or if we've gotten ourselves into a rut because well, we'll just have to get ourselves out of this mess too.  But He knows our every thought, our every heartache, our every desire.  He wants to give his children good gifts, He just asks that we receive it, and not squander it saying, "Thanks, but I could have gotten that on my own."  What a slap in the face, what a harsh rejection to a loving gift poured out for the world.  I do hope that you can realize your need for a Savior and stop trying to be a hero all the time, feeling sorry for yourself when things don't go right.  But instead, seek His kingdom and His righteousness, and all the rest shall be added unto you as well.  Nothing you could ever have done is too terrible for Him to forgive.  Just ask, wholeheartedly, expectantly, and believe on Him, and He will give you eternal life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113653981527262498?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113653981527262498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113653981527262498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113653981527262498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113653981527262498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113648420853053728</id><published>2006-01-05T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:40:26.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Horns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/national_champs_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/national_champs_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations to our &lt;a href="http://www.texassports.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Texas Longhorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for winning the &lt;a href="http://www.mackbrown-texasfootball.com/index.php?s=&amp;url_channel_id=47&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;url_article_id=1300&amp;amp;change_well_id=2"&gt;2006 Rose Bowl&lt;/a&gt;, last night, defeating USC 41-38. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vince Young said it best, "Don't you think that's beautiful?" Yes we do!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113648420853053728?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113648420853053728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113648420853053728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113648420853053728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113648420853053728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2006/01/congratulations-horns.html' title='Congratulations Horns!'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113381998098280951</id><published>2005-12-05T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:52:55.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IMA Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/laugh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding photographer, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carl Krockenberger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, took us on a photo shoot to the Gardens at the Indianapolis Museum of Art on June 14, 2005. We had fun running around in what could have been our wedding garments, but with all the humidity, we were glad we got married in the crisp weather of November. We had the chance to frolic in the gardens while enjoying our 7 months of marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to give one of the pictures to each of our parents for a wedding gift.  Hope they like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113381998098280951?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113381998098280951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113381998098280951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113381998098280951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113381998098280951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2005/12/ima-gardens.html' title='IMA Gardens'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113347312685887470</id><published>2005-12-01T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:39:30.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AKAfellas demo</title><content type='html'>Greg's quartet, the AKAfellas, had a recording session last night w/ &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/scottwilder"&gt;Scott Wilder&lt;/a&gt;.  They really appreciated the constructive criticism and enjoyed hearing themselves again.  Here's a cut from the &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/scott_h_wilder/mixes/ "&gt;rough mix&lt;/a&gt;.  Be patient, it's a huge file and takes time to download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113347312685887470?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113347312685887470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113347312685887470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113347312685887470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113347312685887470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2005/12/akafellas-demo.html' title='AKAfellas demo'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113338703004272167</id><published>2005-11-30T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:36:14.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow on the range</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Chuy helped me decorate our tree.  He had fun playing w/ the lights, but almost chewed them up, like the cat in National Lampoon's Christmas vacation who got electrocuted, and that was not a pretty site.  Anyway, these lights all worked, unlike the other 2 strands we had, so our tree looks very festive.  It's not finished yet, but it has white lights and gold and silver ribbons on it.  It smells so fresh too.  And boy do those Scotch Pines drink a lot of water!  Whoever said they'd drink as much in the first 24 hours as in the next week was right.  I poured another 2 quarts into the bowl not even 2 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to some dusting of snow this morning at 29 degrees, but it's supposed to warm to 37 later today.  I think I'm ready for this snowy season, but I'd like us to find our box of hats and scarves soon!  I've resorted to wearing some of Greg's collectible soccer scarves instead because those are the only ones I can find.  And to think, winter isn't officially here until December 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to this month filled with parties, babysitting, and singing gigs for Greg's Quartet, the AKAfellas.  It's always fun for me to hear them sing.  They're recording again tonight.  My favorite song that they sing is Rich Mullins' "Screen door (on a submarine)."  Their next "gig" is at the Christmas party at the retirement home of my friend, Wilma, on Dec. 11th.  It'll be fun to see how that audience likes their harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113338703004272167?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113338703004272167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113338703004272167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113338703004272167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113338703004272167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow-on-range.html' title='Snow on the range'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113320957929828151</id><published>2005-11-28T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:42:49.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey smoked, fried, or roasted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/turkey-dinner.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/400/turkey-dinner.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy time at the Bayman household this past weekend.  Our guests, the Townsends, arrived in the early afternoon, out of the blistering cold.  After a delicious dinner, we tried to stay awake on the couch, sitting by the fireplace listening to the crackling of the fire, watching the Cowboys and the Broncos tie it up TD after TD.  Our guests were for rooting Denver, and of course we're for Dallas, so the bet was, the fans of the winning team got to pick the game we'd play, as soon as we woke up from our food coma.  So Denver won in OT and the game of choice was Mexican Train.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone in the house had played Dominos before, but I was the only one who hadn't played Mexican Train. If you haven't played before, it's like "chicken feet" but you have a public or "Mexican train" and a private or "personal" train.  The object of the game is to get rid of all your dominos first of course, but if you can do your private train, don't put them all in the Mexican train.  I made that mistake once.  The Townsends wanted to train me (excuse the pun) and get me ready for the game night at their house on Friday, where the Mexican Train gurus would be saying "You didn't say Uno! Draw 2!".  So we played and played, and everyone won but me.  That was fine, but now I wanna win!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/mexican%20train.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/320/mexican%20train.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our puppy, Chuy, was very good at not bothering the game, though he loved to bother the Townsends' 15 week old baby Nia, who was minding her own business sleeping in her carrier.  Fortunately, Nia didn't wake up when Chuy pulled off her blanket and rocked her bed with his paw.  I guess he didn't understand that like puppies, babies need to sleep a lot too.  She woke up just in time to play the last round of Mexican train and her mother won the game.  We old people called it a night at 10:30 so the Townsends could wake up at 04:45 on Friday morning for their first time to experience the busiest shopping day of the year.  Greg and I caught some extra sleep instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night at the Townsends, we saw that these people love to eat!  For 10 adults, they had not one but two turkeys, and not just roasted, but fried and hickory smoked!  Their other guests brought all of the rest of the food, so Greg and I got to eat and enjoy!  Boy was it good!  The turkeys were both charred and blackened, but juicy and tender on the inside.  My favorite was the smoked.  And those dinner rolls... mmm, mmm, mmm, you wouldn't have had better rolls at &lt;a href="http://www.ocharleys.com/"&gt;O'Charley's&lt;/a&gt;. ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Mexican train that night.  Right after dinner, the newly engaged and the newly pregnant couples had to head home and the mothers had to nurse, so I watched Cinderella w/ the mom's and the baby girls as they nursed and Greg and the dad's talked downstairs about child rearing.  Overall, it was a fun night and great thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was time to rest, relax, and shop. :)  We looked for decorations for our future Christmas tree, and I couldn't decide between blue and silver, red and gold, or gold and silver decorations, so we'll see what after Christmas decorations we can find at good prices.  We decorated our 4' artificial tree w/ red white and green lights and put it in the den.  It's cute, and it fits well in the den for now.  It's the first tree we had since we were married, so we had to keep it for this first Christmas in our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third thanksgiving feast of the weekend was in Sunday School.  There was SO much food, we didn't know what to do with all of it.  I was worried that the corn bread muffins we brought wouldn't be enough, but there was so much extra food to go around.  I didn't even sample everything.  I couldn't.  There was so much sweet stuff, breakfast stuff and what a good time of fellowship.  We did a "popcorn" session of "What am I thankful for?" and it was touching to hear from so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we met our friends Paul &amp; Leslie to go Christmas Tree Hunting! We went out to &lt;a href="http://www.pineyacresfarm.com"&gt;Piney Acres&lt;/a&gt; in Fortville, IN to cutdown our tree. :)  We found the perfect 6' Scotch Pine right away, but kept looking with Paul &amp; Leslie to find their perfect tree. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/1600/scotchpinesm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2499/1172/200/scotchpinesm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ours had a bird's nest in it, but Greg took it right out.  Fortunately it was empty, so there weren't any eggs or birds who'd be missing their home.  We got a great deal and took the tree home to display by our fireplace.  We were a bit worried that Chuy would love to chew the lower branches, but he wasn't very interested in the tree at all.  Thank goodness, because those needles could really harm a pup.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't decorated it yet, but after all the furniture rearranging and decoration adjustments, our house is in quite a disarray.  Hopefully we can get it the way we want it soon.  Can't wait to decorate our real tree and have friends and family over for Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's are so close together.  It's the season of celebration, rememberance, fellowship, and festivity.  Hope you keep or start some traditions of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13371356-113320957929828151?l=thebaymans.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/feeds/113320957929828151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13371356&amp;postID=113320957929828151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113320957929828151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13371356/posts/default/113320957929828151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebaymans.blogspot.com/2005/11/turkey-smoked-fried-or-roasted.html' title='Turkey smoked, fried, or roasted?'/><author><name>Pollyanna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1pVyTkzETuA/SHF8GAPbk6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q3brv8NJMcs/S220/9+mos+family+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13371356.post-113277741725832577</id><published>2005-11-23T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T14:57:17.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Oh, the smell of wood burning in the fireplace. It reminds me of winter and families gathering together to spend time with ones they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first snow fell today and our puppy hadn't seen it before in his short 3 months on this earth. I think he likes it though his paws get cold quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to our first thanksgiving with friends in our new home. This year will be the first family Christmas photo in front of the fireplace. Oh, how I wish that our family could join us this thanksgiving, but we understand that miles may sometimes keep us apart. Looking forward to seeing most of them at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we'll be cooking turkey for guests for the first time. Last year, we opened our wedding gifts just before making Thanksgiving dinner. It was experimental for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Thanksgiving Menu 2005:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Roasted Turkey with stuffing and cranberry sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Green Bean casserole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Scalloped Potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whole Kernel Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Spinach Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Crescent Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pumpkin Pie with whipped cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pumpkin Cheesecake with whipped cream and pecans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Crangrape juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sparkling Apple Cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(coffee, tea, coke, diet coke, pepsi, and water are also available)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna watch the Cowboys play while we enter our food coma. 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