<?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-4548813826832814525</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:25:15.431-08:00</updated><category term='http://4http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7YTo7aT3I/AAAAAAAAATY/jEz1PZgH0Qs/s1600-h/DSCN2963.JPG.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7YT0CQacI/AAAAAAAAATg/7TeZeHNsh28/s320/DSCN2960.JPG'/><title type='text'>The Turner Tanks..</title><subtitle type='html'>And Mommy's Musings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-3143738474857848318</id><published>2011-04-06T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:52:12.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're moving..</title><content type='html'>Well, the blog is anyway... Here is the new link   www.turnertanks.blogspot.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you there !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-3143738474857848318?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3143738474857848318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=3143738474857848318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/3143738474857848318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/3143738474857848318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/04/were-moving.html' title='We&apos;re moving..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-3434627783271108089</id><published>2011-03-28T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:14:10.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>Noah was in surgery.. Heart surgery. I cannot believe it has been a year!!! My sweet, sweet little boywas born with a 4mm VSD or hole in between his ventricles. He also had a smaller hole that didn't close at birth like it should have..Everyone thought he was fragile, but not me. I knew if that little scrapper was fragile, he wouldn't be here! Noah is a fighter..always has been. From the beginning, when I was still preggo, Noah kicked harder, moved more. He basicaly flipped around like a fish or a frog ( he still does)&lt;div&gt;What an awful awful time that was, but so many people made that day , that week better! Our little group huddled in that waiting room, trying to be funny, literally shaking on the inside. Herb, Shanna, Kathi, my Dad and Betty, Mike and Me. And God, he was most definately there too. I remember sitting on the floor, outside the elevators calling my Mom, telling her he made it out.That he did well, that there was a 3 rd hole..and us both bawling like babies. ( Mom was sick, so she couldn't come) We were surrounded by people that afternoon, Jen, Kristin, Kelly, Lauren Fitzpatrick ( who probably knew and understood how I felt more than anyone else) I remember how much Noah HATED the vent.. I have never seen him shake his head so fast, trying to get rid of it. And how I felt the next time I saw him without it... All the sweet people that came to see us and love us that week Kelly J, and Brooke and Ms Beverly, Ashley C., Marilyn one of our fave NICU nurses, Tracy, Amanda and Donna Marie, who eat brought a cooler full of yummy goodness.. I am sure there were more lol....My Aunt Pam who came and took Natey the day before surgery...All of the people who were praying for my small and mighty boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year later, me and Noah, and Nathan too, still feel as surrounded and loved. It is pretty awesome! Thank you doesn't even do it justice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today we are celebrating the sweet gift of healing...inside and out. And the sweet gift of a community of people who will walk through a valley with you! And a strong little buddy, who made it all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5hArRUQZGQ/TZDNjdwYaNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mdbblg0gEPg/s1600/IMG959190.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5hArRUQZGQ/TZDNjdwYaNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mdbblg0gEPg/s320/IMG959190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589193146733455570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;       Nathan as Woody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9og4SByJrZw/TZDNiwB5zSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8G5l4LF_JmQ/s1600/IMG957093%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9og4SByJrZw/TZDNiwB5zSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8G5l4LF_JmQ/s320/IMG957093%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589193134458916130" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9og4SByJrZw/TZDNiwB5zSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8G5l4LF_JmQ/s1600/IMG957093%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9og4SByJrZw/TZDNiwB5zSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/8G5l4LF_JmQ/s1600/IMG957093%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;          Noah as Buzz Lightyear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ABJeON_zvY/TZDNiHZ7kPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Gik1GzmG57A/s1600/0323111659a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ABJeON_zvY/TZDNiHZ7kPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Gik1GzmG57A/s320/0323111659a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589193123553841394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8uVqNpIZV0/TZDNh6r9rjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/J2jLPNGHUhc/s1600/0323111641.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G8uVqNpIZV0/TZDNh6r9rjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/J2jLPNGHUhc/s320/0323111641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589193120139816498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They LOVE the Cozy Coupe. They fight over it. ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev1EW3SbBWI/TZDNhr7rBdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6s2qsnei1Ls/s1600/0323111635.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev1EW3SbBWI/TZDNhr7rBdI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6s2qsnei1Ls/s320/0323111635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589193116179170770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Noah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are such a sweet, funny little professor. I love you buddy, and I love being your Mommy! Every worry and fear I had over you, is worth it.  You are so smart and so cheeky, and you are a blessed little boy to have all these people love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-3434627783271108089?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3434627783271108089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=3434627783271108089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/3434627783271108089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/3434627783271108089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-year-ago-tomorrow.html' title='1 year ago tomorrow..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5hArRUQZGQ/TZDNjdwYaNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/mdbblg0gEPg/s72-c/IMG959190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4080559082432607371</id><published>2011-03-21T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T12:39:28.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will lift my eyes..</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at my favorite spot in my house. Yes, the computer/desk. Because it looks out onto my porch, which I love. I can see all the neighborhood kids getting off the bus, heading for the playground. I am thinking about how big my boys are getting. I think Nathan has grown a couple of inches in the last few weeks, and Praise the Lord, I think Noah might have gained some weight! It makes me a little sad to see them growing up so fast. Knowing, before I blink they will be getting off of that school bus! I think about the last year.. we have lots of one year milestones coming up in the next few months. In fact, the 29th marks ONE YEAR since Noah had his open heart surgery. ( And Nathan's first time away from ME, well, after the NICU that is) We have had a rough year, but so many hurts have been redeemed. I look around every day and see beauty from ashes.. Yesterday we sang a Bebo Norman song at church, I have always LOVED this song, but it spoke my heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I will lift my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;to the maker, of the mountains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I can't climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I will lift my eyes to calmer, of the oceans raging wild&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes to the healer, of the hurtI hold inside&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes, lift my eyes to YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Such sweet words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Now a Turner Tank Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Nathan is walking ( and running, mostly away from me when he snags my phone, or something else he isn't supposed to have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Noah is cruising, and letting go. He has taken a step or two with his OT, Danielle (who threatens to steal him, sometimes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Nathan is a little parrot, on repeat. "mama, this, that, dog, uh-oh, YUM, HEY, BYE ( loudly) and so on and so forth. And my favorite, Wuuuv Youuuu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Noah, is talking more and more. Today he said DOG ( alot), and book, ick, yuck lol and MAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;I should have a weight update for him next week, please pray he packs it on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "  &gt;Here are some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4vh6MDp4E/TYeoKaAcKtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xZPkAp0BgxE/s1600/0227111607a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4vh6MDp4E/TYeoKaAcKtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xZPkAp0BgxE/s320/0227111607a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586618759509715666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          My Nephew Fisher, just because he is ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPArpa8Oa1c/TYeoKIpoXhI/AAAAAAAAAgE/CAWEdYJ6DOI/s1600/0303110702.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPArpa8Oa1c/TYeoKIpoXhI/AAAAAAAAAgE/CAWEdYJ6DOI/s1600/0303110702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mPArpa8Oa1c/TYeoKIpoXhI/AAAAAAAAAgE/CAWEdYJ6DOI/s320/0303110702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586618754850643474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah, circa 5am. Awake and enthusiastic. ( Mommy is NOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqy3ZCZrd7c/TYeoJ3rZPPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OCDu17EloFI/s1600/20110318165841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qqy3ZCZrd7c/TYeoJ3rZPPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/OCDu17EloFI/s320/20110318165841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586618750294637810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1jQnQEHCgo/TYeoJvzrslI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oYhqimGtmOU/s1600/20110311184217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1jQnQEHCgo/TYeoJvzrslI/AAAAAAAAAf0/oYhqimGtmOU/s320/20110311184217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586618748181918290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omygosh, Nathan you are such a big sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huZIqLXOZqI/TYeoJdd1ngI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eFLSgvzRkJc/s1600/20110311164835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-huZIqLXOZqI/TYeoJdd1ngI/AAAAAAAAAfs/eFLSgvzRkJc/s320/20110311164835.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586618743258455554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah LOVES this horse at Offie's house!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4080559082432607371?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4080559082432607371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4080559082432607371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4080559082432607371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4080559082432607371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-will-lift-my-eyes.html' title='I will lift my eyes..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4vh6MDp4E/TYeoKaAcKtI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xZPkAp0BgxE/s72-c/0227111607a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4685084171302270402</id><published>2011-02-28T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:30:34.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a Shanna</title><content type='html'>As I have said before, I am blessed with some really, really GOOD friends. I have lots of girls I consider a "best friend" From home, from work, from school and from church.  Today I am going to tell you about my friend Shanna. I met Shanna at Georgia Baptist. Even though she was a year ahead of me, we went to the same church. I think I really got to know her the summer between my Sophomore and Junior year. Shanna and I ( and like other people) were living in the dorms that summer to work.  So we bonded over dark and scary hallways, and a mission trip to Brazil. I think this is when I learned one of Shanna's most recognizable skills. She is a master packer/organizer. ( I am very much the opposite) Since then, I think Shanna has helped me pack, move or organize countless times! Shanna is an ER Nurse, and pretty good in a crisis. One of the scariest nights of my life happened about 3 days after Noah came home from the NICU. He had been there for oh, 13 weeks. He came home with a feeding tube and a heart monitor. That night, his heart rate kept dipping into the 60s. Seriously low for a little buddy. So, I texted Shanna, hoping she was at work. ( She was) She met me at the Scottish Rite ER (she worked across the street) She kept me calm ( somewhat) and answered questions for me when I couldn't stop crying ( I was a little emotional and WAY exhausted) &lt;div&gt;Most recently, Shanna has been my "Monday" She comes over almost every Monday to hang out with me and the boys.  We do everything from wrangling my twins, to cutting out coupons to watching TV and playing words with friends. It is pretty much my favorite day of the week! Today we organized 3 closets, my guest room, and a dresser. Way overdue, and she didn't make one peep about how random my "organizational skills" were :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So , Shanna, I am lucky to have you as one of my best friends! Thank you for all of the time you spend with me and Nathan and Noah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS, they cried when you left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4685084171302270402?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4685084171302270402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4685084171302270402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4685084171302270402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4685084171302270402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/02/everyone-needs-shanna.html' title='Everyone needs a Shanna'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-1040791219222401565</id><published>2011-02-20T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:52:14.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The week has been full of some ups and downs... I can't say that Valentine's Day or my 6th wedding anniversary were easy..but I feel so surrounded and encouraged.. Thank you! I have gotten so many sweet emails and messages from people that I have known for years, or for less than one year, and I am just so thankful! Last night, a sweet friend told me I was handling our separation and divorce with grace and a Christlike attitude.. I wish that were true of every second.. But that is the desire of my heart. I want to Nathan and Noah to look back at this one day, and be proud of the way I handled it. I cannot say that it is easy, ever...but that Christ is in the midst of the journey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, about the buddies... soooo busy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl2YpxDEias/TWGaCJCPmnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Fc3NYEI8GZI/s1600/0219111408a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl2YpxDEias/TWGaCJCPmnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Fc3NYEI8GZI/s320/0219111408a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907175237130866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our good buddy Ian had a Robot Birthday Party, complete with awesome robot hats.. ( Kudos to a Sarah and Paul for such a fun party)  Nathan and Noah are at the very bottom! The birthday boy, is on the right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCC0RmLvzHo/TWGaCGF40TI/AAAAAAAAAfY/kuOg7auYUwg/s1600/0209111805b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCC0RmLvzHo/TWGaCGF40TI/AAAAAAAAAfY/kuOg7auYUwg/s320/0209111805b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907174447108402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Kristin and Natey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xNeqfwzJ4k/TWGaBijTZrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9KABnYUgLQw/s1600/0219110850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xNeqfwzJ4k/TWGaBijTZrI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9KABnYUgLQw/s320/0219110850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907164906809010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOZVDzGk2mc/TWGaBdcDTLI/AAAAAAAAAfI/N9q7R1Fhd24/s1600/0219110849b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zOZVDzGk2mc/TWGaBdcDTLI/AAAAAAAAAfI/N9q7R1Fhd24/s320/0219110849b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907163534216370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self Explanatory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8oVvxZv1I4/TWGaBDiw_EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BHw8bwyzKz4/s1600/0209111805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--8oVvxZv1I4/TWGaBDiw_EI/AAAAAAAAAfA/BHw8bwyzKz4/s320/0209111805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575907156583054402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah likes to bang wooden spoons together.. At least it keeps him occupied!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, I am still figuring out this camera biz.. They are still blurry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love, from Lacey and the Tanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-1040791219222401565?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1040791219222401565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=1040791219222401565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1040791219222401565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1040791219222401565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/02/busy-buddies.html' title='Busy Buddies'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jl2YpxDEias/TWGaCJCPmnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Fc3NYEI8GZI/s72-c/0219111408a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-2899534327893239141</id><published>2011-02-14T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:50:47.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOodKBSh_58/TVm-jb_mrCI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KqV5FST4ugY/s1600/0211111957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOodKBSh_58/TVm-jb_mrCI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KqV5FST4ugY/s320/0211111957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573695529866931234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;These sweet flowers were waiting for me when i got home on Friday.. with a note that read "You're our Valentine, and we love you, love Nathan and Noah." Now I love surprises, they are my FAV-OR-ITE thing..but this one was even better because it was just what I needed. After a looong couple of weeks of self doubt and insecurity, it was a sweet reminder that our GOD knows the deepest part of us. He knew I needed a reminder that even though I may not have a husband that  brings me flowers or chocolate, I have two little buddies who are delightful, and  a Jesus who still surprises me! So I may not know who dialed the phone (lol) for Nathan and Noah, I know that God was working through them..So whoever you are, thank you, I love you, and don't ever tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-2899534327893239141?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2899534327893239141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=2899534327893239141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2899534327893239141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2899534327893239141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/02/sweetest-valentines.html' title='The Sweetest Valentines'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOodKBSh_58/TVm-jb_mrCI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KqV5FST4ugY/s72-c/0211111957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-5729279963335914677</id><published>2011-02-07T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T17:52:49.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Phone/New Pictures</title><content type='html'>I got a new -to-me phone ( Thanks Kate) Soo I took some pictures today. They are a little fuzzy, I am still learning this whole touch screen phenomenon! I am not very tech-minded..ugh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVChfB27pOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/M42GQEHWdKo/s1600/0207111944b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVChfB27pOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/M42GQEHWdKo/s320/0207111944b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571130293504156898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVChejL8e3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-5VpT-tRSEc/s1600/0207111944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVChejL8e3I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-5VpT-tRSEc/s320/0207111944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571130285270793074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We like to play "who's in jail?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVCheqsEaOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pU7K0AHMVTA/s1600/0207111845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVCheqsEaOI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pU7K0AHMVTA/s320/0207111845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571130287284578530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVCheb8EtAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AklYREu7QFI/s1600/0207111728a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVCheb8EtAI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AklYREu7QFI/s320/0207111728a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571130283325174786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love these kids :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-5729279963335914677?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5729279963335914677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=5729279963335914677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5729279963335914677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5729279963335914677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-phonenew-pictures.html' title='New Phone/New Pictures'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TVChfB27pOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/M42GQEHWdKo/s72-c/0207111944b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-7880613453681919796</id><published>2011-02-05T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:15:37.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes comin' round real soon</title><content type='html'>Finally updating the blog.. I have been avoiding it for awhile, because, well our lives have been turned upside down. I don't have to go into details here..those who need to know, know them. Our family of 4 is now a family of 3. Please keep Nathan and Noah's dad in your prayers as he continues on his journey. As for the 3 of us...God is good, He is our provider, comforter, and healer. I am excited about what His future holds for us!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the BOYS! I missed 12, 13 and 14 month updates... Here are some stats for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan:&lt;/b&gt; weighing in at 24lb 4oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is cruising around holding onto any furniture he can :) He has taken a few steps for ME, but is very hesitant..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a great sleeper, and a really good eater! He is totally a meat and potatoes kinda guy..and has a bad habit of spitting fruit at me..( and dumping his tray over) This last week, he began repeating everything I say (note to self: MUST eliminate words from vocabulary) His favorite word is "HEY" and he says it, ALOT :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is such a snuggler and loves to suck both thumbs! So sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noah: &lt;/b&gt;weighing in at about 17lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, we are trying to chunk him up! He is a good eater, now, but still behind. That said, if you have a pediasure coupon, send it my way!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is pulling up to stand and started cruising this week also. He has a few intentional words, and his favorite is "MAMA" especially when I am trying to put him down for a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah is known for his little smirky face ...a cheeky grin if you will..and he might be a little stubborn...just sayin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is very curious and perceptive...like trying to figure it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They both love to open drawers and doors...we are working on the words that go with it, and not smashing fingers in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some OLD pictures from their birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hB17Cv6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/QMOqKZIJUhs/s1600/DSCN1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hB17Cv6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/QMOqKZIJUhs/s320/DSCN1131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570285367153835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nosey Nathan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hBtadFbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TSbWrZUU2d8/s1600/DSCN1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hBtadFbI/AAAAAAAAAdw/TSbWrZUU2d8/s320/DSCN1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570285364869666226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah the Noisemaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hBLkWm0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/N9eYN9Bnppo/s1600/DSCN1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hBLkWm0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/N9eYN9Bnppo/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570285355784379202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The buddies and their buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2g_s6EsRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XgpQvag98_o/s1600/DSCN1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2g_s6EsRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XgpQvag98_o/s320/DSCN1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570285330374111506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-7880613453681919796?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7880613453681919796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=7880613453681919796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/7880613453681919796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/7880613453681919796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2011/02/changes-comin-round-real-soon.html' title='Changes comin&apos; round real soon'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TU2hB17Cv6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/QMOqKZIJUhs/s72-c/DSCN1131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-8103450864123788171</id><published>2010-09-07T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:32:19.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 11 months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagnUjFLBI/AAAAAAAAAck/9k9EovCFCtU/s1600/downsized_0825000824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271391152942098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagnUjFLBI/AAAAAAAAAck/9k9EovCFCtU/s320/downsized_0825000824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagnMz8lOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LqroZqS5J8c/s1600/0904000834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271389076198626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagnMz8lOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LqroZqS5J8c/s320/0904000834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagm17PZTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/li9CWrNfHrY/s1600/0904000832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271382932776242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagm17PZTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/li9CWrNfHrY/s320/0904000832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagmtBW70I/AAAAAAAAAcM/fp8LtklT-lU/s1600/0830000640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514271380542517058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagmtBW70I/AAAAAAAAAcM/fp8LtklT-lU/s320/0830000640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys and I are sooo excited that fall is coming, b/c that means BIRTHDAYS! (mine and theirs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, here are some pictures to tide you over..and some stats if you will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite thing: his thumb..no contest! Take one out, the other goes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crawling? SOOOOO close! Rocking on all fours and pushing backwards around the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food: LOVES pancakes and waffles with banana..sweet tea ( he gets it RARELY) and mac-n-cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeps: AWESOME! Usually 8:30 to 7am, and good naps 2x daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV? ELMO please..Sometimes I sing the theme song just to see his face :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He weighs in at 20lb and 30 inches...wearing a size 12 months! Doesn't look much like a preemie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate is such a smiley happy boy! And loves to snuggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite thing: His jumparoo!!! He jumps, he jumps, he jumps ( thanks JEN) and water! Splash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crawling? Nope, still a little behind, but he is working so hard with his OT to catch up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food: Well this area has improved 100x..HE LOVES cottage cheese (yuck) with any fruit in it, and ICE CREAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeps: so-so..Goes to bed around 9, stirs around 3 (aka, needs paci) and then up between 5 and 6...working on this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV? The WIGGLES.. loves them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He weighs around 16lbs and almost 27 inches..growing quick right now, still a skinny scrapper! Wearing 6 to 9 months clothes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah is our serious little professor, he seems to sit back and watch and take it all in. But he is all smiles in the jumparoo or the tub!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe they are almost ONE~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-8103450864123788171?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8103450864123788171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=8103450864123788171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8103450864123788171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8103450864123788171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost-11-months.html' title='Almost 11 months!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TIagnUjFLBI/AAAAAAAAAck/9k9EovCFCtU/s72-c/downsized_0825000824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-5108672529706529664</id><published>2010-07-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:49:18.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE53Q-n65I/AAAAAAAAAb8/RC7kTWUWe9g/s1600/0704001711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE53Q-n65I/AAAAAAAAAb8/RC7kTWUWe9g/s320/0704001711.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490233042354563986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE53LfAy0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/WDpNnwIGOgo/s1600/0704000737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE53LfAy0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/WDpNnwIGOgo/s320/0704000737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490233040879799106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE5294cSiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DWxv1OROVLU/s1600/0703002036a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE5294cSiI/AAAAAAAAAbs/DWxv1OROVLU/s320/0703002036a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490233037228362274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natey and Katey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE52hB13zI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6Am6jbdjuSw/s1600/0703002036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE52hB13zI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6Am6jbdjuSw/s320/0703002036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490233029483159346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noey and Susu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I think they have a thing for blondes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Nathan and Noah,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your sweet grins and giggles, for loving to snuggle in the morning, for never meeting a stranger, for loving the outdoors, for rolling everywhere and showing off your teeth. You both are a constant reminder of how GREAT and BIG and AWESOME our GOD is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a big part of what keeps me going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div class="gE iv gt"  style="text-align: auto; padding-left: 4px; padding-bottom: 3px; cursor: pointer; padding-right: 0px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-5108672529706529664?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5108672529706529664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=5108672529706529664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5108672529706529664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5108672529706529664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/07/natey-and-katey-noey-and-susu-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TDE53Q-n65I/AAAAAAAAAb8/RC7kTWUWe9g/s72-c/0704001711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6578169766614688910</id><published>2010-06-27T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:09:02.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TCfoDtAvUbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6eVuXAZEkTE/s1600/0626001551+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TCfoDtAvUbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6eVuXAZEkTE/s320/0626001551+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487609821294186930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TCfoDV6sTII/AAAAAAAAAbU/vVIWIxwHJPE/s1600/downsized_0626001550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TCfoDV6sTII/AAAAAAAAAbU/vVIWIxwHJPE/s320/downsized_0626001550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487609815094807682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Reunion and First Family Vacation..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just got back from an awesome weekend at one of our favorite places, Vogel State Park. Mike and I have been there several times for some fun tent camping! We love to walk around the lake and hike the trails... but this time was a little different. Mike's family on his Dad's side has a big reunion up there every year, about this time. We have never been able to go, for one reason or another.. but THIS year, we got to go and introduce our boys to everyone!! And NO,we did NOT try to camp in a tent with 8month old boys, but we rented a cottage instead. ( With A/C) We drove up Friday night in the crazy rain and got in around 8:30.. we spent Saturday talking and eating and walking and eating with Mike's Dad and Grandma and Aunts and Cousins.. such a fun time! The boys got passed around and loved on.. My favorite part was sitting behind our cottage in these two little wooden chairs watching the creek. Nate and Noah were fascinated by the water..these pictures are from those chairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a quick update, the boys are doing well. Noah is still "tubeless" but is as stubborn as ever. He is rolling all over the place and catching up in activity. He has lost a pound though, please pray the eating gets better! Nate has been "caught" sitting up in his crib..He has FOUR teeth and likes to bite anything he can!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6578169766614688910?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6578169766614688910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6578169766614688910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6578169766614688910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6578169766614688910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-reunion-and-first-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TCfoDtAvUbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/6eVuXAZEkTE/s72-c/0626001551+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-3284418182550873257</id><published>2010-05-30T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T07:48:43.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sleepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seem to finally be a a GOOD sleeping schedule. I mean, I thought we were doing pretty well, BUT our beloved babysitter brought a book called "The Sleep Solution" and we have learned ALOT ALOT ALOT! First, (duh) it is possible for them to nap at the same time!... I think before because we had them on such different feeding schedules, they napped opposite. They also woke up every day between 5 and 6 am..UGH... So the book is based on a pretty set schedule and only letting them nap 2 naps during the day. The first being 1 hour, the second 2 hours. I was surprised at how it works. The hardest part is keeping Noah awake between the last 2 feedings, but he is the one whose schedule is really being changed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO step ONE, get them eating 30min apart. This actually is helping Mr. Noah with his eating, we have taken him down to 4x daily, and spread them out a bit, so he has more of a chance to get hungry. Nater-Tater was already on the 4x daily schedule. WOOT.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our schedule, thus far..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7am- up and at em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30-8 They each get a bottle/tube fed if Noah is particularly stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 Dinosaur Train ( a PBS favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am- Yummy solid food time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10-11 Naps!!! We usually read books on floor in nursery, snuggle with mommy til sleepy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1130-12 Bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-2 Play time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-4 Nap #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-430 Bottles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-6 Play time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6pm, Yummy solids, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7-8 bathtime, and 4th bottle. Then snuggle, sleepy music and NIGHT NIGHT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are sweet sleepy pictures from this mornings naps.. They aren't high quality, but, hey, I was trying to be quiet!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4ODR6DuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LksXdwV-pQM/s1600/0530001030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4ODR6DuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LksXdwV-pQM/s320/0530001030a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477072279629860578" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4ODR6DuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LksXdwV-pQM/s1600/0530001030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4ODR6DuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LksXdwV-pQM/s1600/0530001030a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;    Noey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4NzOt_RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NoZSi6mS0wE/s1600/0530001030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4NzOt_RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NoZSi6mS0wE/s1600/0530001030.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4NzOt_RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NoZSi6mS0wE/s320/0530001030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477072275321519378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4NuM23jI/AAAAAAAAAa8/fG6JwdwghDQ/s1600/0530001030.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-3284418182550873257?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/3284418182550873257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=3284418182550873257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/3284418182550873257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/3284418182550873257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweet-sleepers.html' title='Sweet Sleepers'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/TAJ4ODR6DuI/AAAAAAAAAbM/LksXdwV-pQM/s72-c/0530001030a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-880279966215785370</id><published>2010-05-10T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:05:27.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Potatoes, Stroller Rides and Trips to Dee Dees...Just a few things keeping me from more frequent updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i6AI0jmOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/x6Nw488Uo2I/s1600/0419001815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i6AI0jmOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/x6Nw488Uo2I/s320/0419001815.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469826258972154082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                     Noah is learning to love real food! We get excited about anything this kid will take by mouth! Still working on the bottle. Little buddy is going to be meeting with an Occupational Therapist to work on eating and muscle tone :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i56wJr62I/AAAAAAAAAas/f_OeJ03Adfw/s1600/downsized_0509001604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i56wJr62I/AAAAAAAAAas/f_OeJ03Adfw/s320/downsized_0509001604.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469826166450547554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's Day was spent at Dee Dee and Daddy Ran's house! They stole Daddy Ran's chair, but I don't think he minds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i51C3T9yI/AAAAAAAAAak/NttMysWq7NI/s1600/downsized_0411001501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i51C3T9yI/AAAAAAAAAak/NttMysWq7NI/s320/downsized_0411001501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469826068394538786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love to get decked out and go for a stroll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i5tm_MNjI/AAAAAAAAAac/GS2Q1Pp8fqI/s1600/0510001521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i5tm_MNjI/AAAAAAAAAac/GS2Q1Pp8fqI/s320/0510001521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469825940652308018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this picture of Nate, he looks like a fisherman to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i5mTixRgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_dBCE44sqT8/s1600/0508002035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i5mTixRgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_dBCE44sqT8/s1600/0508002035.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i5mTixRgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_dBCE44sqT8/s320/0508002035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469825815173744130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All yummy and sweet smelling from a bath! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nate working on sitting up, and LOVES to stand up, all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah is working on sitting up too, but still not much leg strength! They both LOVE the TV show Dinasaur Train, and I think we are going to see a "tooth explosion" soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-880279966215785370?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/880279966215785370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=880279966215785370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/880279966215785370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/880279966215785370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='Updates!!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S-i6AI0jmOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/x6Nw488Uo2I/s72-c/0419001815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-689702209269376023</id><published>2010-04-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:04:25.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking things for granted..</title><content type='html'>It has officially been 6 days since our little buddy underwent open heart surgery. Over the past week, in the midst of no sleep and a whirlwind of waiting rooms, ICU, CSU, surgeons, residents, nurses, I have had some time to think.  We have been rocked to the very core of our being this week...we could have had such different results, but God is so merciful and our Noah is better! I have been thinking of all the things that I take for granted every day..just wanted to share a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house, my bed, my shower...enough said.&lt;br /&gt;Now, on a more serious note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends... We are so blessed to have such amazing friends, that you feel more like family. Well, like parts of ONE body :) Thank you seems too small.  When I look at a silly facebook page and see that over 200 people are compelled to pray for my baby, I am blown away.  So many of you came and sat, and brought us food, and made us LAUGH..even more of you have called and texted and emailed. or donated blood..I love you and I am thankful for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Access to healthcare....I may have a few beefs with Egleston, but there are some pretty awesome doctors there, who are soo sharp and at the top of their field, but at the same time are not afraid to make goo goo eyes at Noah just to see him smile. Priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses who know what they are doing...Ok, yes, I am one too, but I will be the first to admit, we aren't perfect. Mistakes can be made...I am so much more thankful for those of us who care, and go the extra mile to listen, explain and help make it ok! To those of you who let me just cry as I sat with my baby in the ICU...or in the room..or came to visit ...NURSES ROCK..I am just stating the obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our health.... I think Mike and I have a renewed conviction to get healthier.  Our baby(ies) could have had much worse situation. We sat in a room in the ER next to a baby who went into arrest, and had to listen to them try to revive him,  we have talked to parents who were waiting for transplants...it just makes the "hole that was" seem so much smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I never take these things for granted.. May I never take for granted the ability to hold Nathan or Noah every day, the sweet smiles they give me first thing in the morning, the adorable way they talk to each other, the awesome friends and family that we are surrounded with, and the healing power of our Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, from the Turners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-689702209269376023?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/689702209269376023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=689702209269376023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/689702209269376023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/689702209269376023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/04/taking-things-for-granted.html' title='Taking things for granted..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4318433008734503781</id><published>2010-03-07T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:23:59.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we've been up to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been busy! ( Duh..) Last weekend, Mike and I celebrated our 5th anniversary and belated Valentines Day, in Hiawassee..We stayed at the Hidden Valley B &amp;amp; B..We have been there before and LOVE the Inn keepers, and the sweet cosy, non-fuss lifestyle they encourage! On Saturday, we took the 2mile hike up Hemlock Falls, and at the top, had a yummy picnic lunch, packed by Mardi, Innkeeper extraordinaire. Little did I know, Mike had been conspiring for weeks and had sent a gift to Mardi for ME to pack in my lunch! A heart key chain, engraved, and best of all, with pictures of my boys inside! You can see the wrappings below!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPrKE5ONI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JmexOKv1UCg/s1600-h/DSCN3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065452255623378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPrKE5ONI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JmexOKv1UCg/s320/DSCN3342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPqTgNulI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oPpy5DKnU-U/s1600-h/DSCN3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065437606263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPqTgNulI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oPpy5DKnU-U/s320/DSCN3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously...we crossed that! It was a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPpjNIyEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/EJ54QHa_D3M/s1600-h/DSCN3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065424641345602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPpjNIyEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/EJ54QHa_D3M/s320/DSCN3346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was FREEEZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPVhFT2DI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IGSJok81DcE/s1600-h/DSCN3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065080474261554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPVhFT2DI/AAAAAAAAAZk/IGSJok81DcE/s320/DSCN3348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also been  working on rice cereal with the boys! Nate is doing well, and Noah..well, not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPVVr88tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/x5E2GHRmo6U/s1600-h/DSCN3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065077415113426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPVVr88tI/AAAAAAAAAZc/x5E2GHRmo6U/s320/DSCN3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPVBlCgpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/j3Ndd1HTrWk/s1600-h/DSCN3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065072017408658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPVBlCgpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/j3Ndd1HTrWk/s320/DSCN3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPUaVdtRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SiUssPWFfCo/s1600-h/DSCN3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065061483099410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPUaVdtRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SiUssPWFfCo/s320/DSCN3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPUEUDlxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_pPqWFMBulU/s1600-h/DSCN3336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446065055571613458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPUEUDlxI/AAAAAAAAAZE/_pPqWFMBulU/s320/DSCN3336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a little late, but they were ready for their first Valentine's Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks DeeDee for the bibs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4318433008734503781?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4318433008734503781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4318433008734503781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4318433008734503781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4318433008734503781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What we&apos;ve been up to!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S5RPrKE5ONI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JmexOKv1UCg/s72-c/DSCN3342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-1737440596888713872</id><published>2010-02-12T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:17:52.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, I am "snowed in" and found some time to post. Noah is in the bouncy seat right next to me, getting his yummy tube feeding. ( After yet, another unsuccessful attempt to feed him a bottle) Nathan is happily napping in a swing. ( I am typing fast, that could change at any time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have survived having them both home for a month. Nathan and I were getting into a nice routine, and then Noah came home and we had to "readjust" I think we are back on the upswing, feeding them 30 min apart. Nathan sleeps through the night, and Noah usually does, but we have to feed him every 3 hours. Nathan is smiling and laughing, learning to sit up in the bumbo. Noah is more reactive every day, and actually has better head control than Nate. I am back to work, part time, but with some full time hours. We are learning what a truly "tight" budget is, in the midst of broken refridgerators, computers and hot water heaters (that last one, we added this morning) We have a new perspective on what matters, and it seems like no matter how stinky a day ( or a diaper) may be, our boys make it ok. Nothing beats that first smile in the morning when we get Nate out of his crib, or the sweet face of a sleeping Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of our first month with both babies home! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEVAwcYsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eLzTaAiKRlw/s1600-h/DSCN3333.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467990379225794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEVAwcYsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eLzTaAiKRlw/s320/DSCN3333.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Friend Joshua Hwang came for a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEUilWI1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/7KfLOMMGIEI/s1600-h/DSCN3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467982279615314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEUilWI1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/7KfLOMMGIEI/s320/DSCN3329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mamaw Grace came too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEUToyYRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/96O0GzebRFY/s1600-h/DSCN3323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467978267517202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEUToyYRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/96O0GzebRFY/s320/DSCN3323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE bathtime (and hooded towels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XET1J1oMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6WehuBBSvwA/s1600-h/DSCN3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467970084643010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XET1J1oMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6WehuBBSvwA/s320/DSCN3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nightgowns..sweet chubby legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XETbEx89I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ADJki0lZkbs/s1600-h/DSCN3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437467963084108754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XETbEx89I/AAAAAAAAAYc/ADJki0lZkbs/s320/DSCN3315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how you can usually find me between 7 and 9pm, waiting on Daddy to come home and TAKE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437466921227808338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWx24blI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FCKKgSkN7i4/s320/DSCN3312.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This one cracks me up, looks like they are fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWnWagvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wMWM2Q1pWMw/s1600-h/DSCN3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437466918407275250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWnWagvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wMWM2Q1pWMw/s320/DSCN3302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah, after his first bath at home. Not really sure what he thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWV2HsQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yrv9eptGHSs/s1600-h/DSCN3299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437466913708421378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWV2HsQI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yrv9eptGHSs/s320/DSCN3299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan LOVES his bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWOTmb6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UYiODzRsGTY/s1600-h/DSCN3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437466911684587426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XDWOTmb6I/AAAAAAAAAX8/UYiODzRsGTY/s320/DSCN3294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, yeah :) That sums it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, thank you for your prayers :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-1737440596888713872?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1737440596888713872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=1737440596888713872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1737440596888713872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1737440596888713872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2010/02/twin-update.html' title='Twin Update'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/S3XEVAwcYsI/AAAAAAAAAY8/eLzTaAiKRlw/s72-c/DSCN3333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6286806538866002661</id><published>2009-10-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:30:51.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby Boys</title><content type='html'>They are here!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel Allen Turner and Noah Sellers Turner arrived on Wednesday, Oct 14th at 3:29 and 3:30 pm. They&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post pictures SOON... we are busy running back and forth to the NICU . Mike is back to work and I am "trying" to recover from a c-section. That is easier said than done when all I want to do is see my babies.  We haven't been able to hold them yet. That is the hardest part, I think.  We DO get to go in for touch time. They cluster stimulation together for preemies, b/c it doesn't feel good to them, and it is overstimulating...which makes them work harder..and so on.  I think we both feel like we have learned a whole new language..cpap, vent, pda, vsd, umbilical lines...Thankfully the NICU nurses are amazingly helpful and good teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to our website with pictures and updates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theturnertanks2.shutterfly.com/"&gt;http://theturnertanks2.shutterfly.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6286806538866002661?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6286806538866002661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6286806538866002661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6286806538866002661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6286806538866002661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-baby-boys.html' title='Sweet Baby Boys'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4579228373242698182</id><published>2009-09-10T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:53:08.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Grows Here</title><content type='html'>Nursery Update! Well, I guess I haven't put any pictures on here, so technically its NOT an update... but here are some before and after pictures from painting. Granted, I didn't paint. I am on moderate bedrest.. so its bed, chair, bathroom, backyard swing for ME. My generous friend Shanna volunteered months ago to paint, and on Monday, she came through! Thanks, Shanna! I owe you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0OPyxrHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZFOy5sEtpAI/s1600-h/nursery1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818280488905842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0OPyxrHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZFOy5sEtpAI/s320/nursery1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0N1n5dgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/N6_2wuxeQnQ/s1600-h/nursery2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818273463956994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0N1n5dgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/N6_2wuxeQnQ/s320/nursery2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0NYpM_II/AAAAAAAAAXM/rQQ7gLfwL5M/s1600-h/nursery3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818265684802690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0NYpM_II/AAAAAAAAAXM/rQQ7gLfwL5M/s320/nursery3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0NNHjPuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qRvwdTCF1Ww/s1600-h/nursery4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818262590865122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0NNHjPuI/AAAAAAAAAXE/qRvwdTCF1Ww/s320/nursery4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used a paint color called "Bleached Denim"  There is alot of blue in our beddings, its all stripey and plaid. Very BOY! Which works since we are having TWO boys!  I think it will also last for awhile and not be too babyish!  I love it! I can't wait to see it with white furniture and stuff on the walls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0MowBp5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/pO8AQ-39xHo/s1600-h/nursery5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818252828518290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0MowBp5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/pO8AQ-39xHo/s320/nursery5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought I would add one more thing. I painted this awhile back with two good friends who were ALWAYS making me paint pottery :) ( As you can see, I am not very good!)  I have had it hanging on my guest room door for a year or two.  After we painted said guest room, I put it on a table somewhere. Yesterday, I saw it again, and started thinking about it. I think it kind of wraps up the whole bedrest thing.  I may not be doing much, but sitting, sleeping, eating, and playing on good ole' facebook, BUT I am growing two little boys... Hopefully giving them every extra calorie I can to make them ready to face the world, while keeping them nice and snug where they belong. For me, I struggle alot with needing to be busy, I can't stand to have clutter sitting around, and not pick it up. This has been a challenge for me, having to ask someone who brings me lunch if they can switch my laundry, or go to the store for me. Just having to rely on other people for food is very humbling.  I don't like to depend on anyone!   So, as a reminder for me, to show me how important my sitting and not doing is, and how much it really is doing something, I hung this back on the nursery door! Not only am I growing my sweet boys, Nathan ( chunky) and Noah ( little shrimper), but my love for them grows every day. With every kick and roll and wiggle, I feel such a swell of sweet emotion that I can't even put into words!  So, there is my update, that is what I am doing!!! Thank you to those of you who have moved furniture, painted, cooked, cleaned, shopped and done our dishes!! We love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4579228373242698182?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4579228373242698182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4579228373242698182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4579228373242698182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4579228373242698182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-grows-here.html' title='Love Grows Here'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sqj0OPyxrHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ZFOy5sEtpAI/s72-c/nursery1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4161357032367056308</id><published>2009-08-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:05:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers and lots of pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, looooong overdue post. We have been crazy busy. Work and rest for me, and for Mike work, work and oh yeah, school full time!  Thankfully he is DONE in 2 weeks, and maybe I will get to see him more often! He never complains though. So far, the boys or "Turner Tanks" are doing great, last appointment they were 1.8 lb (nathan) and 1.2lb ( noah). They are kicking like soccer players, but I love it!  They really like sweet stuff I think, it makes me feel like I am making popcorn in there.  We have about 10 weeks to go until the 36 week goal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. I can't believe it. Sometimes I am so excited I can hardly wait.. Other times, I want to savor every little minute of carrying them.  We are about to "break ground" on the nursery. This really just means new carpet and paint! Next weekend, hopefully, and more pictures to come!  In the last week, I have had two showers! One crazy large one, at home in Perry... and a fun Mexican Fiesta double twin shower with my coworkers from wound care.  We are majorly blessed and running out of room to put things until the nursery is done! Here are a ton of pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprljOWN_xI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gRHYTLdm92M/s1600-h/DSCN3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprljOWN_xI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gRHYTLdm92M/s320/DSCN3047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861498529578770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My smirky sister and my other favorite twins, Kelly and Ansley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprliiSm4MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QD2fobZUGRw/s1600-h/DSCN3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprliiSm4MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QD2fobZUGRw/s1600-h/DSCN3053.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprliiSm4MI/AAAAAAAAAVY/QD2fobZUGRw/s320/DSCN3053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861486703272130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 of my bestest, Kelly, Addriane and Brooke. Lauri is missing, but she is getting her masters, and was in class.  These girls are a sweet breath of fresh air and home every time I see them. Not to mention they make me laugh until my sides hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlQo-QAgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YRwJgcCUZio/s1600-h/DSCN3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlQo-QAgI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YRwJgcCUZio/s320/DSCN3054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861179259290114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             My "almost sister" Crystal, and my Sister-in Law Jerrica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlQB40zHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-KPzzQjZ7ck/s1600-h/DSCN3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlQB40zHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-KPzzQjZ7ck/s320/DSCN3040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861168767552626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laurie and Mary, amazing hostess'.  Love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlP3R-X8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/EkFSeypRG8U/s1600-h/DSCN3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlP3R-X8I/AAAAAAAAAVA/EkFSeypRG8U/s320/DSCN3042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861165920247746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sally, Laurie, my Mama ( dee dee) Jennifer and Leslie. I think they are consoling Laurie for having to write soooo much down!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlPe9RfuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XAsrCKujVp8/s1600-h/DSCN3039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlPe9RfuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XAsrCKujVp8/s320/DSCN3039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861159390969570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Diamond, my Aunts Cynthia, Aunt Stephanie, my great Auny Floy and my grandmother Catherine. OH, and my step-niece Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlO-eX5QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ekt9b2QTTRE/s1600-h/DSCN3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprlO-eX5QI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ekt9b2QTTRE/s320/DSCN3033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375861150671430914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a fun nautical theme, this "tub" has Nathan on one side and Noah on the other. LOVE IT! We also got a rockin' radio flyer wagon! It is tricked out with cup holders and double seats. I cannot wait to use it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here are some pictures from double trouble TWIN work shower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sprj6NIE7mI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ViVInBiz2SQ/s1600-h/DSCN3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sprj6NIE7mI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ViVInBiz2SQ/s320/DSCN3056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375859694315564642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashley, Sarah and Emily ( also having twins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sprj55PWu9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/JAWB1TQDOYM/s320/DSCN3059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375859688977382354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah and Ashley and Teri... they organized, cooked, bought and wrapped gifts for us, THANKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Spro6f9oVxI/AAAAAAAAAVw/g11mwSQ70MA/s320/DSCN3058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sprj55PWu9I/AAAAAAAAAUg/JAWB1TQDOYM/s1600-h/DSCN3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My work BFF, Jen.  Aka work sanity and gift from above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4161357032367056308?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4161357032367056308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4161357032367056308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4161357032367056308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4161357032367056308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/08/showers-and-lots-of-pictures.html' title='Showers and lots of pictures!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SprljOWN_xI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gRHYTLdm92M/s72-c/DSCN3047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-2163896273780572390</id><published>2009-06-17T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:29:46.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Room!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, one of our first major dilemmas with TWO babies coming, is what to do with our current babies, our dogs Winnie and Gigi. My hubby, in a moment of brilliance, came up with the idea of making a dog room, out of a storage room on the garage. When I left this morning, the picture below,( plus some sheetrock) was the current state of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SjmlbPx0WpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-49uzOb8YFw/s320/DSCN3007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348487919989709458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, when I got home, THIS is the new door, that goes into the back-yard! Why is this important? Well, because SOON this door will have a dog-door in the bottom of it, allowing us to crate our dogs HERE, and giving them more freedom to go in an out, but NOT in and out of my house! AND, no more crates in my kitchen! YEAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SjmlbuDqcPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NI2vDf7I2qY/s1600-h/DSCN3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SjmlbuDqcPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NI2vDf7I2qY/s1600-h/DSCN3013.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SjmlbuDqcPI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NI2vDf7I2qY/s320/DSCN3013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348487928117620978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I literally cannot wait to be able to put them here, and I hope they like it. This is the first of MANY changes to come, I am sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4548813826832814525-2163896273780572390?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2163896273780572390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=2163896273780572390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2163896273780572390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2163896273780572390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/06/dog-room.html' title='Dog Room!!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SjmlbPx0WpI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-49uzOb8YFw/s72-c/DSCN3007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4715945310225778051</id><published>2009-06-14T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:28:58.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things come better in TWOS:)</title><content type='html'>Well, now that the shock is over, we are getting really excited that we are having TWINS... twinkies, two Turner babies... Oh geez! ... Before you ask, YES it runs in the family and NO we did not have in-vitro or take clomid...  We are just doubly blessed, and I drop eggs like its hot... ok ok, sorry.  &lt;div&gt;I think most of you know, the second baby was a surprise, 3 weeks ago, at our regularly scheduled appt. Dr Williams decided to do an ultrasound, b/c I was only 11.5 weeks, and the little heartbeat might not be picked up yet via dopplar. Well, I am really quite thankful she did, b/c SURPRISE, there are two little ones in there. This was our 2nd ultrasound, mind you!   Much hilarity and chaos ensued, between my Mom, and Kelly J NOT believing me ( really) calling Kristin and Sarah and making them meet up with me at the 'mont to tell them in person ( and calm me down, too, I think- thankfully Sarah was there and Kristin was off) Telling my boss and coworkers- this is our SECOND twin happening, since Emily is also having twins... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have had time to think and pray... I wouldn't have it any other way.  I have always wanted twins...  I wanted to be a twin growing up. I think I even lied and told Kelly I WAS a twin once ( hence the reason she wouldn't believe me) ..  Even though I have minutes where I think about it, and I can't breathe, I have never had a clearer picture of God's goodness... of His provision, of His timing.  We feel so surrounded.. we have already been given gifts and baby stuff our friends aren't using anymore ( thanks Jen) We possibly already have someone to keep them, someone we LOVE and who will LOVE them and help us teach them about Jesus and Grace... We could get so caught up in the worry, the fear, but we have such a clear picture of what it means to Dwell in Christ, vs dwelling in fear... to sow to the Spirit and not the flesh... These babies are being created for a holy purpose.  They are precious, God-made beings, before they will even take a breath outside of my body... It puts me in awe really, and is an amazing glimpse of God... :) And, like I said, we wouldn't change it for anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4715945310225778051?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4715945310225778051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4715945310225778051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4715945310225778051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4715945310225778051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-come-better-in-twos.html' title='Things come better in TWOS:)'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-7660466194776984079</id><published>2009-05-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:11:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs things are changing...</title><content type='html'> Good grief,  again it has been a long time. Things have been  a little nutty!  The most significant change is that we are having a baby! Coming this December, around the 9th! Woohoo... But I think most of you know that.  I was thinking today, on my way home from buying/ scanning, maternity clothes, the funny little signs that things are changing in our house.  It is weird, the little subtle changes... hints... Like our fridge being  constantly stocked with ginger ale and Sprite. I have never really been a sprite drinker. Now,  I like to alternate b/t the two, and usually have one first thing in the AM. SOMETIMES, this helps ward off morning sickness. I also carry low fat cheez-its in my purse, Yes, in my purse. This came  in handy this morning, at brunch...We were waiting for our friend Paulina to arrive before we ordered, but I knew I could lose it, so I kept sneaking little bites of cheez-it... I have never been so thankful for a cracker!  I have random bibs and baby stuff, scattered  at my house, all from my Mom, with little sayings like "I love my Aunt Alissa" or a diaper cloth that says " I love my Dee Dee".. She can't help it really, we made her wait 4 + years. I cannot imagine what it will be like when we know what it is! There will be an explosion of pink or blue!  Speaking of explosion, there is a plethora of baby "material"  Pamphlets, samples, coupons...Finally there are lists. I am a list person. Right now these consist of things we have to do to the house... you might think this is early, but we have to knock out a wall, and build a doorway, plus replace some carpet, etc etc.&lt;div&gt;All the little changes aside, we are really excited...It is so humbling and precious to feel loved, supported and prayed for!  Coming soon, this week, we should have better Ultrasound pictures, I will try to put some up for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,  Lacey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-7660466194776984079?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7660466194776984079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=7660466194776984079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/7660466194776984079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/7660466194776984079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-things-are-changing.html' title='Signs things are changing...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4376675049171443385</id><published>2009-03-28T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:22:07.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, two posts in one day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so I haven't written anything about our dogs lately!  On the heels of another HUGE puppy mill ring bust, in Woodstock no less, and with lots of small dogs, Bostons included,  I thought an update on our rescued Boston would be appropriate! We have FINALLY almost gotten Gigi trained. She has had a really hard time with being housebroken, BUT we are there! She has finally gotten some confidence and learned how to play like a normal dog.  She still doesn't like loud noises and gets stressed easily. We can tell when her mouth gets all pink and her eyes get red, but she can stand her own with Winnie!  Here are some sweet pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7amPA4fSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7_XFSH64E7Q/s1600-h/DSCN2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7amPA4fSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7_XFSH64E7Q/s320/DSCN2986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318428560371252514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FROSTY PAWS, ice cream for dogs. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7aCm6Z8cI/AAAAAAAAATw/2_0SiHv39CY/s1600-h/DSCN2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7aCm6Z8cI/AAAAAAAAATw/2_0SiHv39CY/s320/DSCN2920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318427948311245250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie, asleep on "her" pillow. These dogs LOVE some naps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7aCPBuIUI/AAAAAAAAATo/nbuu2M2MgPg/s1600-h/DSCN2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7aCPBuIUI/AAAAAAAAATo/nbuu2M2MgPg/s320/DSCN2916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318427941899477314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gigi's most favorite thing to do is take her stuffed dog, and get in Winnie's crate!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right before I took this picture, she was asleep with her lil head on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, just in case you aren't getting what I am saying, check this out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atlantapets.org/"&gt;http://www.atlantapets.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the organization who we rescued Gigi from, they, along with the Atlanta Humane Society have taken in lots of puppy mill dogs lately. These dogs need extensive rehab, mental and physical, as well as medical attention! They welcome any money, or supply donations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4376675049171443385?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4376675049171443385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4376675049171443385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4376675049171443385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4376675049171443385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-dogs.html' title='Sweet Dogs'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7amPA4fSI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7_XFSH64E7Q/s72-c/DSCN2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-5706494622310551446</id><published>2009-03-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:11:25.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7YTo7aT3I/AAAAAAAAATY/jEz1PZgH0Qs/s1600-h/DSCN2963.JPG.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7YT0CQacI/AAAAAAAAATg/7TeZeHNsh28/s320/DSCN2960.JPG'/><title type='text'>Pirates and Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this is WAAAYYY overdue! But here are some pictures from our awesome vacation to Florida at the beginning of March!  We spent some sweet, quality time with our friends Robert and Heather.  We did lots of shopping, relaxing, and just doing everything we wanted to do. They  gave up the chance to travel, took some time off, and let us stay with them!  We traveled to a different local place everyday, and I think it was one of my favorite times in Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures for you!&lt;/div&gt;                               &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WLQR38SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8gagSejKnas/s320/DSCN2977.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423698807976226" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike is looking for manatees, here! We didn't see any of course! Lots of tiny crabs, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WLC4_Q_I/AAAAAAAAATI/amWrGMMTKlw/s1600-h/DSCN2976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WLC4_Q_I/AAAAAAAAATI/amWrGMMTKlw/s320/DSCN2976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423695213937650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another picture of the Pier at Crystal River, where there are supposed to be LOTS of manatees...hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WKyJhyrI/AAAAAAAAATA/4TQDoxYvIPE/s1600-h/DSCN2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WKyJhyrI/AAAAAAAAATA/4TQDoxYvIPE/s320/DSCN2969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423690719906482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the loooong pier off of Anna Maria Island, near Sarasota. There was a little restaurant at the end!  This pier was so rickety, but we walked all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WK-cHnwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VkpGQMPCyos/s1600-h/DSCN2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WK-cHnwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VkpGQMPCyos/s320/DSCN2966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423694019108610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our friends Rev. Rob, ahem, I mean Robert and Heather on the FREE trolley that circles Anna Maria Island.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WKbtQyLI/AAAAAAAAASw/z5QCx6QQZaI/s1600-h/DSCN2968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WKbtQyLI/AAAAAAAAASw/z5QCx6QQZaI/s320/DSCN2968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423684695771314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7ViqJhUPI/AAAAAAAAASo/ty2W-HlrobU/s1600-h/DSCN2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7ViqJhUPI/AAAAAAAAASo/ty2W-HlrobU/s320/DSCN2958.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318423001377624306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went on a Pirate Sunset Cruise, in Tampa Bay.  Ok, Yes it sounds cheesy, but look at the AMAZING sunset pictures we took from our own little nest at the top of the boat. We also got free drinks the whole time. It was fun, but a little chilly too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7ViYyu1qI/AAAAAAAAASg/h764iFrCdMY/s1600-h/DSCN2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7ViYyu1qI/AAAAAAAAASg/h764iFrCdMY/s320/DSCN2943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318422996718638754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7Vifm9oUI/AAAAAAAAASY/I2a6RroKMeA/s1600-h/DSCN2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7Vifm9oUI/AAAAAAAAASY/I2a6RroKMeA/s320/DSCN2929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318422998548324674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was our ship, seriously, it was pretty awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7ViEdlGJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/k_Oumg-je-Y/s1600-h/DSCN2923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7ViEdlGJI/AAAAAAAAASQ/k_Oumg-je-Y/s320/DSCN2923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318422991261210770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is at Clearwater beach. First time my toes have touched the sand this year! WOOT! Let' s hope there are many more times to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7Vh52V9oI/AAAAAAAAASI/Hdy1w_hck5Q/s1600-h/DSCN2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7Vh52V9oI/AAAAAAAAASI/Hdy1w_hck5Q/s320/DSCN2922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318422988412286594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-5706494622310551446?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5706494622310551446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=5706494622310551446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5706494622310551446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5706494622310551446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/03/pirates-and-sunsets.html' title='Pirates and Sunsets'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/Sc7WLQR38SI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8gagSejKnas/s72-c/DSCN2977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6954765491264990653</id><published>2009-02-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:20:41.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years ago...</title><content type='html'>Today is our anniversary. We were married 4 years ago... Someone asked me today, what was my favorite memory from my wedding. Hmmmm. Well, I couldn't nail down just one, so I thought I would share a few, for nostalgia's sake ...Here goes!&lt;div&gt;Waking up in my parents house the morning of... with most of my favorite girls around me. Getting ready in my teenage bathroom, me , Kristin, Sarah, Lori, Shanna, Leelee, too many for one room, while Amanda did all of our hair! ( I still LOVE how you did my hair, Mandar) TULLE! ( I am glad I can laugh about this one now, not so funny at the time). All my cute little boy cousins running around in tuxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wearing my Mom's veil... , Remembering MawMaw Sellers' face when she saw me for the first time in my dress. ( I have a picture of that moment, thanks to Kristin)  Waiting with my Dad to go into the church. I was so nervous, and he was so sweet and said something like " you know, they can't start without us, right?"  I also loved my Dad's lil speech when he gave me away... Oh, I cried from then on, I think!  The little crinkly tears at the corner of Mike's eyes when we were saying our vows, and sharing sweet communion with him!  Kelly J's speech, nobody knows me better, really.  The fact that Marilyn came all the way to see me, and her grumpy hubby kissed me on the cheek! My cousin Ryan, grabbing my hand and telling me I looked beautiful... ( he is not usually THAT sweet) The weird mix of people from all areas of our lives, together for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, getting into the limo with Mike, putting our feet up, and YELLING, woooohooo!!! It was over!!! :)   I guess I loved alot of things about my wedding. Mostly, that I was blessed with marrying the sweetest, most patient man I have ever known! Ok, one last time... Happy Anniversary, T... I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6954765491264990653?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6954765491264990653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6954765491264990653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6954765491264990653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6954765491264990653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-years-ago.html' title='4 years ago...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-5592363342565793012</id><published>2009-02-15T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:58:37.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signed up</title><content type='html'>Its official. I signed up to walk the Atlanta 3 Day breast cancer walk!  I promise to post more about it, once I get my fundraising site all up and running. My prayer is that for me, training will be a goal that helps me continue to get healthier, while I help a cause that has had a HUGE impact on my life, my family and my friends!  It is a little overwhelming, to see my fundraising goal, but I believe it can be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-5592363342565793012?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5592363342565793012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=5592363342565793012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5592363342565793012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5592363342565793012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/signed-up.html' title='Signed up'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6369339698180829233</id><published>2009-02-11T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:57:44.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession hits home</title><content type='html'>You know how you hear something, over and over... You kind of become numb to  it. I think sometimes we feel so invincible too.  Even when we hear of layoffs at work...it just didn't really hit us... Well tonight, it hit me, as I was driving into my neighborhood.  There, on my right, my neighbor's lawn was covered with all of their worldly possessions.  There was a padlock on the door, and a big sign. It was raining... all of their things, their furniture, bookshelves, kids toys were being rained on. The sweet little foot car that their little boy used to ride up and down the sidewalk on, and even their piano....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I listened to Obama say that he felt increasing consumer spending was the way out, and that he didn't think irresponsible spending by consumers contributed to this crisis.  As he said that electronic EMRs were the key to solving the healthcare crisis. And, tonight, as I watch c-span or ABC Nightly News, and hear these politicians going on and on about the "bi-partisan" vote on the economic recovery bill. Yeah, you know, the one that includes over 1 million dollars to buy golf carts?? Oh, wait, I mean "energy saving vehicles"  I am literally sickened.  And saddened. Wishing these high and mighty rich politicians could have seen what I saw today. Wishing Obama had spent more time learning that healthcare has way bigger problems than a nurse not being able to read an MD's handwriting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly though, I am just thankful. Not thankful that I have a job, or a house, but thankful that my security doesn't lie in either of those things. That even if Mike and I lost the roof over our heads and all of all earthly possessions were scattered, our life wouldn't be. Our treasures are not stored here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To quote my new favorite song ( for the moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You go before me&lt;br /&gt;You shield my way&lt;br /&gt;Your hand upholds me&lt;br /&gt;I know You  love me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that sums it up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6369339698180829233?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6369339698180829233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6369339698180829233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6369339698180829233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6369339698180829233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-hits-home.html' title='Recession hits home'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-8205463986202465997</id><published>2009-01-27T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:50:59.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victims in Pink Kimonos</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you who might not know, last week was a little stressful around here. I had a general yearly girly checkup with my Doc on Tuesday... when we found another suspicious bit of lumpiness in the outer corner of the left breast. Now, this isn't new territory for me. In fact, two years ago this May, I had a benign tumor removed from the same area. I actually noticed the second said lump over the weekend, but I had told myself not to panic.. I would see what the doc thought. Well, she thought I needed an ultrasound, which was scheduled for Friday. So..four looonng days ensued. I fretted, worried, cried, stressed, and generally forgot that God really is on my side.  Fast forward to Friday, afternoon, 3pm. I am shown to this really small waiting room, after changing into a lovely, pink kimono-type top. It was here I had to wait for MY turn.  3 hours, 6 women, one small room. 47 magazines. I was the youngest by far. We all had some lumpy reason to be there.  We all had fear and stress written across our faces.  Little by little, each of us shared a bit of ourselves..  I was last in line, naturally.  Towards the end, it was one older buxom woman, and me. She was pacing. At first I thought she was nervous, but then I saw her lips move. I realized she was praying. I guess she saw me watching her, because she stopped and said, I don't know what is in my future, but I KNOW Who holds it. He is bigger than us, and bigger than this.... My name was called then, and the nurse explained gently that the doctor wanted to see my fellow waiting room friend. I received a clean bill of "everything is ok, just some scar tissue. See us in 6 months" It dawned on me that my friend, my fellow faithful believer was most likely not getting the same great news.. I offered up a prayer, remembering the One who would hold her hand as well as her future.  And I believe that she will take it in stride and give it up to HIM. &lt;div&gt;"Coincidentally" at church on Sunday, our pastor spoke about the so-called victim mentality. How we take these circumstances thrown at us, and act like we don't have a risen Savior.  We have freedom from death, but we live like we are dying. I lived in fear last week, but this week, I have freedom in the knowledge that HE is bigger than anything that might come my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you guys for all your love and prayers last week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-8205463986202465997?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8205463986202465997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=8205463986202465997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8205463986202465997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8205463986202465997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/victims-in-pink-kimonos.html' title='Victims in Pink Kimonos'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-1951051670454203557</id><published>2009-01-18T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:25:14.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on up to the mountain of mercy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, we just got back from an awesome weekend with some of our "Asylum" group in the North Georgia Mountains.  First, yes, it was freezing cold. It snowed on Saturday, and we were afraid we might not make it down the mountain this morning, but here we are, safe and sound!  Over and over, I am blown away by these "kids." I am honored at how real they are with us. I always go, hoping to show them love, and come away having learned so much from them.  From hugging trees, to playing some weird version of Cranium, to washing each others faces with snow, to sitting in a hot tub, outside in the 10 degree weather, this weekend was truly one of the best I have ever had! I can see amazing and miraculous works from God in each of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here are some pictures .... More to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHC-AJj4I/AAAAAAAAASA/Ue_bc3nWlXU/s1600-h/DSCN2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHC-AJj4I/AAAAAAAAASA/Ue_bc3nWlXU/s320/DSCN2867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292792840907755394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These hand warmers came in really handy! First they helped us unfreeze the door to the cabin so that we could get in on Friday. They were also very useful at helping thaw out cheeks, noses and ears! This is my girly Becca helping me thaw out my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHCfAuNLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Au7iOUSe-tE/s1600-h/DSCN2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHCfAuNLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Au7iOUSe-tE/s320/DSCN2868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292792832588657842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ariel, hugging a tree. We were really happy that she found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHCLxnfCI/AAAAAAAAARw/zWpSdaYGozw/s1600-h/DSCN2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHCLxnfCI/AAAAAAAAARw/zWpSdaYGozw/s320/DSCN2865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292792827425029154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHBw5ASCI/AAAAAAAAARo/Z7QazAC-k7E/s1600-h/DSCN2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHBw5ASCI/AAAAAAAAARo/Z7QazAC-k7E/s320/DSCN2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292792820208257058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We blindfolded some of them, and made them find their way back to the cabin, sort of. No worries, they had help. They were attached to someone who could see, but couldn't talk. Ok, maybe it wasn't fun for them, but it was entertaining for US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHBkuyJoI/AAAAAAAAARg/EGthA_DXeqc/s1600-h/DSCN2852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHBkuyJoI/AAAAAAAAARg/EGthA_DXeqc/s320/DSCN2852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292792816944162434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and I, Ping Pong, take 2!! I think we are better than we used to be, but we still STINK! Note, we play with a two-paddle method.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-1951051670454203557?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1951051670454203557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=1951051670454203557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1951051670454203557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1951051670454203557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-on-up-to-mountain-of-mercy.html' title='Go on up to the mountain of mercy...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPHC-AJj4I/AAAAAAAAASA/Ue_bc3nWlXU/s72-c/DSCN2867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-2507457247133593537</id><published>2009-01-18T16:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:13:05.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, one of the projects on our "list" if you will, has been to repaint our bathroom. We painted our bedroom almost a year ago, and the bathroom has really been sticking out like a sore thumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our before picture... ( NOTE, Mike took this one, I most definately would have straigtened the towel and removed certain objects...) What you can't see is a LOVELY grape leaf border. Seriously, WHO puts grapes in a bathroom?  Ahem, I digress... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPERGhEIKI/AAAAAAAAARI/UnQfOoiS5WY/s320/bprev1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292789785176580258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, now for some afters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPERs7hQhI/AAAAAAAAARY/ihONkrdwxAU/s1600-h/DSCN2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPERs7hQhI/AAAAAAAAARY/ihONkrdwxAU/s320/DSCN2849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292789795488088594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPERepeefI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CJXDee0j4p4/s1600-h/DSCN2846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPERepeefI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CJXDee0j4p4/s320/DSCN2846.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292789791654312434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also added some new pictures that I got from Linen's and Things... Major markdowns, since they are closing and all.   I swear the wall color isn't pink! It is actually "French Castle" Ok, ok, it MAY have some pinkish red undertones... but it works and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-2507457247133593537?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2507457247133593537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=2507457247133593537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2507457247133593537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2507457247133593537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/bathroom-makeover.html' title='Bathroom Makeover'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SXPERGhEIKI/AAAAAAAAARI/UnQfOoiS5WY/s72-c/bprev1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-4986414043939971036</id><published>2009-01-04T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:30:09.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt; My Grandmother, Mary has always been a giver. Whether food or money, clothes or a car, she has always stepped in where others couldn't. She would do without, so that we would have more than enough.  Even once I was out of college, and making more money than she got from the government monthly, she would sneak money into my car, or my purse... That has always been her way of taking care of me. I think most of you know that my Gram hasn't been doing very well the last few months. She is increasingly confused and agitated. We moved her from my Dad's to a nursing home in Macon. She promptly escaped ( thankfully not far) and was moved again to the Alzheimer's unit or what I call "lockdown"  The past few visits have been really really hard.  She has lost alot of weight and I think she isn't eating anymore or drinking. Friday, the 2nd was her 84th birthday. Instead of the party we had planned, she was admitted, again to the hospital.  Mike and I drove down to see her yesterday..The visit had its ups and downs. When reminded of her birthday, she says "that's right, I am 60 years old, today!" She is quite sassy with the nurses, and really likes to pull out her IVs. She also seemed quite put out that I didn't bring her anything...You might say her love language is gifts, haha!  I think she wanted something sweet, or a present. My Gram has always been a smart woman, and has never really had a "filter"  I think, somewhere deep in her mind she knows her time is ending. She also knows how hard this is for us....  The hardest part of yesterday, was her looking at me with those eyes, the ones that match mine, and saying "Do you love me? Of course Gram. How much, she asked?  More than you know, Gram. Well then, I am ready. Ready for what, Gram? I am ready to go, I am ready to go...My time is done." After I swallowed the gigantic lump in my throat, I think I squeeked out an "ok" As I think back on it, I think this is just one more way of her taking care of me. Making sure I know that she really is ok... She has lived this amazing life... Has a family that adores her. I think this is her last gift to us.. To wash away any guilt that we might have, to help us know we are doing the right thing by letting her give up the fight... I was looking back over a myspace post, from 2006. I had written it after a visit with her, after we took her independence and her car, and moved her in with my Dad, and I had written down the lyrics to this song by Sara Groves... Once again, they are running through my head... I know she is ready to go, and I think we are finally ready to let her go... I also think, like I wrote a couple of years ago, there is a table waiting for her... a celebration. And if my Gram has anything to do with it, she will cook everyone some chicken.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theres a feeling I can't capture&lt;br /&gt;Its always just a prayer away&lt;br /&gt;I want to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;Things hoped for but not seen&lt;br /&gt;But I guess thats the point of hoping anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of going home, Ill meet you at the table&lt;br /&gt;Going home, Ill meet you in the air&lt;br /&gt;And you are never too young to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cannot wait to be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im confined by my senses&lt;br /&gt;To really know what you are like&lt;br /&gt;You are more than I can fathom&lt;br /&gt;And more than I can guess&lt;br /&gt;And more than I can see with you in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have felt you with my spirit&lt;br /&gt;I have felt you fill this room&lt;br /&gt;And this is just an invitation&lt;br /&gt;Just a sample of the whole&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot wait to be going home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home, Ill meet you at the table&lt;br /&gt;Going home, Ill meet you in the air&lt;br /&gt;And you are never too young to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cannot wait to be going, to be going home"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-4986414043939971036?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/4986414043939971036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=4986414043939971036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4986414043939971036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/4986414043939971036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-1900327890728743934</id><published>2009-01-01T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:36:03.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas has come and gone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Christmas and New Years came and went pretty stinkin' fast! Here are some photos from our last week or so... Of course, I left my camera in Woodstock when we traveled to Perry to see MY family... So no funny pictures of the chubby blow up Santa the neighbors left in my parents yard as a joke, no picture of my cranky papa telling ME I need to be sweeter, no pictures of Kelly Johnson, and the 5 minute drive by reunion, no pictures of the happy santa apron my Mom wore for two days, and then, of course, gave matching ones to each of us girls. NOPE, you won't see any of that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV18QJhtW6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1hkmNgN99TI/s320/DSCN2814.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518154479885218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mike, Me, Tim and Kimmie at Fantasy in Lights at Calloway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( Tim, is that your phone, to the left? hmmm.. Maybe this is where you lost it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15awpwa8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/KBX0Pws21ww/s1600-h/DSCN2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15awpwa8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/KBX0Pws21ww/s320/DSCN2794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286515038246431682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Jenny and Sam... Celebrating Christmas Adam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15aNnpLkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XVoKmZO3id0/s1600-h/DSCN2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15aNnpLkI/AAAAAAAAAQA/XVoKmZO3id0/s320/DSCN2790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286515028842327618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) The Happy Turners, Christmas Eve, Eve.. After sweet singing and the story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the birth of Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15ZXeOKMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/htT-EzwVUaE/s1600-h/DSCN2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15ZXeOKMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/htT-EzwVUaE/s320/DSCN2783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286515014307293378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tracy, me and Sammy... We sort of lead the singing, but you don't really have to push &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this group to sing. Funny thing is, Tracy warned me ( a soprano) not to start toooo high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, she started (she is an alto) , and it was so low for me, I sang harmony :) We had a hard time not laughing during the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15Y7WhgmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9eOnyOBjQhM/s1600-h/DSCN2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15Y7WhgmI/AAAAAAAAAPw/9eOnyOBjQhM/s320/DSCN2774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286515006758814306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15YuRveWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SR3Sddy5mAM/s1600-h/DSCN2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV15YuRveWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SR3Sddy5mAM/s320/DSCN2771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286515003249097058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, again, Kristin and Sarah at Christ Church's "Holy Presents"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sooo glad we went, the music is amazing, they do a great job reminding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of what why we really celebrate Christmas. It is certainly not about the present we get, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the one we already got!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had an awesome Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-1900327890728743934?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1900327890728743934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=1900327890728743934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1900327890728743934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1900327890728743934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Christmas has come and gone!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SV18QJhtW6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1hkmNgN99TI/s72-c/DSCN2814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-8031124864500679345</id><published>2008-12-20T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:38:05.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of our favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Since Christmas is coming ( no, really it is... haven't you heard?) We wanted to make a list of our favorite Christmasy things. ( hopefully sans commercialism)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will let Mike go first..You might notice a theme here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Sausage Balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Peppermint sticks and oranges. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Christmas naps. mmmmmm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Not having to go anywhere! Staying in Pjs alllll day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sharing a meal with family. No matter where it is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Knowing that after all my Mom's family has gone on Christmas Eve, my Mom will pull out the little green carton of eggnog she hid in the back of the fridge for me and her to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Christmas Cards. Besides my birthday, when do I get soo much mail? And from people I haven't seen in forever... I love it! I tape them all up in my house. And there is always the infamous Stillwell Christmas Letter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 The Christmas Adam Service... HUH? You say. Ok, so our church doesn't do a Christmas Eve service, instead it is Christmas Eve, Eve. Since Adam came before Eve, my friend Sam  ( I think this came from her) has christened it the Christmas Adam Service.... Haha, and that is just one of the random things I love about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.The Kotronis Holy Day party.  Seriously, its awesome. Its such a sweet time to see people we don't always get to see, especially all in one place. Whether by the fire, or in the living room with the Charlie Brown soundtrack. And then there is caroling! I love it too,  when just me and Kristin and Sarah ( and Christine, if she is here) are left.. And we get to "debrief"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sitting in my living room with Mike, dogs, cat, the tree all lit up , and a fire. Add some hot chocolate, and I am in heaven!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-8031124864500679345?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8031124864500679345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=8031124864500679345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8031124864500679345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8031124864500679345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-of-our-favorite-things.html' title='A few of our favorite things...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-2222094794283203207</id><published>2008-11-30T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:48:29.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chesnuts Roasting..</title><content type='html'>My Christmas season just can't officially start until we put up the tree and decorate our little house. So today, after church and round table, we pulled out all the Christmas stuff from the attic, put the Christmas playlist on, toasted some yummy Starbucks and got to work. Here are some pictures of us in action, and our results! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNZXtD0JWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HaR5qpJIzOo/s1600-h/DSCN2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657852348441954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNZXtD0JWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HaR5qpJIzOo/s320/DSCN2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unpacking decorations. Note my wonky melted candle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to make a Michael's run for some new ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNaVC70tzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lSVECITTUtY/s1600-h/DSCN2736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658906192525106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNaVC70tzI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lSVECITTUtY/s320/DSCN2736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new favorite ornament, an early present from Shanna and Billy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Note the dogs and cat are on there too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNarRZYHdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zELNaYOcATI/s1600-h/DSCN2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659288031698386" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNarRZYHdI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zELNaYOcATI/s320/DSCN2744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNa-zmzrHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/De0bRWv_C_g/s1600-h/DSCN2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659623632350322" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNa-zmzrHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/De0bRWv_C_g/s320/DSCN2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNbulPuDSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-QPWXBddwDc/s1600-h/DSCN2749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660444411137314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNbulPuDSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-QPWXBddwDc/s320/DSCN2749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNb93lck7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YFW7PhDBI8E/s1600-h/DSCN2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660707032142770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNb93lck7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YFW7PhDBI8E/s320/DSCN2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNcI-DU_xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wvNDpJm4qvc/s1600-h/DSCN2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660897746648850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNcI-DU_xI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wvNDpJm4qvc/s320/DSCN2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, of course, Gigi and Winnie were VERY involved. Involved in their naps that is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, in other words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas time is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happiness and cheer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun for all that children call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their favorite time of the year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-2222094794283203207?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/2222094794283203207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=2222094794283203207' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2222094794283203207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/2222094794283203207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/chesnuts-roasting.html' title='Chesnuts Roasting..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/STNZXtD0JWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HaR5qpJIzOo/s72-c/DSCN2723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-7441081308888415491</id><published>2008-11-23T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:49:40.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Ending to a Perfect Weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSod6UspBkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JbaTMc_aoSQ/s1600-h/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272059201616152130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSod6UspBkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JbaTMc_aoSQ/s320/bday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSodM-V_05I/AAAAAAAAAOg/idcjPbVCq1I/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272058422521484178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSodM-V_05I/AAAAAAAAAOg/idcjPbVCq1I/s320/bday2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics we haven't posted yet, from my birthday a few weeks ago. :) Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an incredibly busy weekend. Herb ( our pastor) was talking at church today about how Thanksgiving is going to blow right by us, and it will be Christmas madness once again. This weekend was no exception to the busyness. Friday, after a pretty nut-so day at work, Kristin, Sarah and I enjoyed some really really good ( and loooong overdue) Little Szechuan. Oh my. Sarah, you have won me over with your orange peel beef! Good call. Of course, after feasting our tummies, we went to feast our eyes on some Twilight. Well, I have to say, the movie wasn't bad. No way it could live up to the hype. If you want a really good revue, see my friend Leah's blog. ( see our favorite spots ) I think the funniest part was being SURROUNDED by major teenage girl fans. So the crowd was pretty hyped up with clapping and screaming..... That was quite entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent most of Saturday with our "Asylum" group. ( ie, teenagers from our church) I got the amazing opportunity to share some of my story of bitterness and resentment, and how God revealed all of that to me. Even more so, that he showed me freedom in the midst of it. Even though I went through the "grown up" version of this, its like I am learning all over again. God is funny like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to Sunday, church was awesome. I love our funny, sweet community of believers. Then a bittersweet lunch at the Varsity with Lor-ie and her family. I love Lori. I love her family. I hate goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended my weekend vegging on my couch with Amanda and Sam... I love when friends don't have to say anything. It is just nice to relax and laugh, and just "be".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Ya'll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-7441081308888415491?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/7441081308888415491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=7441081308888415491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/7441081308888415491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/7441081308888415491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-ending-to-perfect-weekend.html' title='Perfect Ending to a Perfect Weekend..'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSod6UspBkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JbaTMc_aoSQ/s72-c/bday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-5281165923012995235</id><published>2008-11-17T17:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:20:15.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transiberian Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSIXaZ9KbxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hYyUmviUaGQ/s1600-h/trans1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269800256388362002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSIXaZ9KbxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hYyUmviUaGQ/s320/trans1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got this great idea to go see the Transiberian Orchestra at Phillips Arena last night. We LOVE their Christmas Music, "Wizards in Winter " is such an awesome song. So we thought surely it would be a couple of hours of amazing music, lights, FIRE! Well, there was music, and lights, and even some fire, BUT, well, lets just say it was a cross between Newsong and Meatloaf.  I felt like I had been picked up and dropped into an eighties big hair band concert with a Christmas touch. Not to mention the weird monologue about an angel at a bar....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, moral of MY story is to get the CD or better yet, download your CHOICE of songs from itunes. Now if you ask Mike "It was aweeesoommme"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-5281165923012995235?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/5281165923012995235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=5281165923012995235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5281165923012995235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/5281165923012995235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/transiberian-orchestra.html' title='Transiberian Orchestra'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SSIXaZ9KbxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hYyUmviUaGQ/s72-c/trans1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6061763703934939747</id><published>2008-11-08T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:25:12.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof, the movie</title><content type='html'>So, Mike and I went to see "Fireproof" on Friday. I must say, we had our qualms. We aren't super huge fans of Christian movies, only because they are often low budget, high sap, and mediocre acting.  However, we heard from more than one person the movie was worth it. Plus, it was filmed in Albany , Georgia, and I had a thing for Kirk Cameron back in the day. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised.  Even though there were some amateur actors who made it clear they weren't super experienced, most of the performances were good, especially since most of them aren't even actors. AND, Kirk Cameron did a really nice job, I actually FORGOT he used to be Mike Seaver. I  really liked the performance the actor who played his friend Michael. Very solid!  Even better, it wasn't one of those movies that makes you think if you have Christ, your life will just "work out." Um, it doesn't say that in the Bible. I thought the situations the couple went through were so true to life. From the fighting, especially the money arguments, the struggle with pornography, and an emotional affair, they cover alot of what Christian marraiges are faced with. There were so many moments in the movie that were so "hit the nail on the head" that I couldn't breathe. I literally have been there, and it knocked the breath out of me.  It is so beautiful and miraculous now, to see the other side. To know that we, like fictional couple, made it through.. I think the coolest part of the movie is that it showed the couple seeing each other how God sees them. To look past the fleshy, self absorbed, self-righteous crud and see God's workmanship in each other. Wow, that is the miracle that He gives us daily in our marraige (if we let Him) and I thought they portrayed it beautifully here.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't figured it out yet, we really did like the movie. If you go see it, don't expect high quality blah blah, but they did really well with a 500,000 budget, and this movie has grossed over 20 million!!  Here is a link, go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6061763703934939747?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6061763703934939747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6061763703934939747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6061763703934939747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6061763703934939747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/fireproof-movie.html' title='Fireproof, the movie'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6373775875324005438</id><published>2008-11-06T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:50:29.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SROVhHZwUXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1LsoIqTsBa8/s1600-h/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265716785481535858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SROVhHZwUXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1LsoIqTsBa8/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SROVCgPfPLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rPgOqR-2YDY/s1600-h/DSC_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Defintion : "Showing a grateful heart, a state of thankfulness" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, inspired by Real Simple's article on Gratitude, and the upcoming holiday, I decided to take a minute, and make a list of a few things I am truly thankful for. You know, before everyone else does... Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Laughter. The ability to laugh at every day situations and most of all, myself. To be able to see the humor in every day life, and a reminder not to take myself so seriously all the time. For that I am truly thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Changing Seasons. How awesome that God new we would need things to change. That we are so fickle we would get tired of heat, and then cold weather. How amazing it is to see leaves changing, or snow, or flowers blooming :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Internet. Ok this one isn't as shallow as it may seem. I love the ability to so rapidly communicate with people I don't see often. My sister being the most important. What may seem like silly back and forth messages are giving way to a deeper relationship that means the world to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My friend Jen. I love all my friends, I know I am a blessed woman to have each of you. Jen, I single you out for a ton of reasons, mostly that it is such a miracle to be able to work side by side, day in day out ( well except Wednesdays, but usually we talk then) with someone that I count as a best friend. How grateful I am that God put us together. I think He knew we would need each other, and Lord knows we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My husband's patience. So for those of you who know Mike, you have to give him kudos. He puts up with ALOT. I don't think we would survive if he weren't so patient, and so giving, umm and humble, and FUNNY, and it goes on and on......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so I challenge you to take a minute out of your busy day and think of some things you are truly thankful for!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6373775875324005438?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6373775875324005438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6373775875324005438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6373775875324005438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6373775875324005438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SROVhHZwUXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1LsoIqTsBa8/s72-c/DSC_0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-8630515721777765761</id><published>2008-10-31T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:48:29.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something evil this way comes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SQvBbxtLD_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/ughhBEwpzdY/s1600-h/jacko.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SQvBTPAPP_I/AAAAAAAAANw/ner48iACBsI/s1600-h/jack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263513125701763058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SQvBTPAPP_I/AAAAAAAAANw/ner48iACBsI/s320/jack2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SQu_8mjpckI/AAAAAAAAANo/uZRsSyIjIEk/s1600-h/jacko3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511637375676994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SQu_8mjpckI/AAAAAAAAANo/uZRsSyIjIEk/s320/jacko3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Halloween has traditionally been a favorite holiday. Weird, yes I know. Even weirder probably to those of you believers who think its "wrong" Whatever. The holiday is what you make it. I personally LOVE to see cute little (and big) kids beat on my door and say "trick or treat" or the ever popular "gimme some candy" Well, I did LOVE this until today. Until this little kid showed me the true meaning of "he needs some discipline." There I was, handing out Reese's Cups and Snickers, when this little boy handed me back my Reese's and said "I am allergic to nuts... Got anything else?" I had already given him a snickers, so I said " No, sorry, this is all I have. So he turned to walk away, but "something" made him pause. He grabbed the snickers out of his pumpkin and said " Does this have nuts? To which I replied, " yes, sorry, it does" And here it is, the big moment. The kid proceeds to THROW the snickers at me and run. Now his Mama, was laughing saying " well, at least he knows he can't have it!" HELLLOOO, your child threw a Snickers at ME" In addition, I ran out of candy, I gave over 60 pieces out, and even after I turned off my light and blew out my Jack-O- Lantern, I still got knocks. I must say, I am reconsidering that part of my Halloween obsession. What I won't reconsider is my love of pumpkins, carvings, and hayrides. ( See above). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-8630515721777765761?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8630515721777765761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=8630515721777765761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8630515721777765761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8630515721777765761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-evil-this-way-comes.html' title='Something evil this way comes...'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V0nJWI2qJS0/SQvBTPAPP_I/AAAAAAAAANw/ner48iACBsI/s72-c/jack2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-8692467234613601217</id><published>2008-10-29T19:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:47:48.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Running and Birthday Bananza!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so now that I finally have some pictures up, I am officially sending links to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Today was my 29th birthday, and seriously, I think it was one of my best ever :) I started my day snuggling with the dogs and the hubby, followed with yummy breakfast at J Christopher's with my friend Sam ( that place is SOOO GOOD, oh the potatoes) , got a surprise facial as a gift from my sweet hubby ( shout out to Spa Venessa, they always treat me well) , went to Michael's to get new picture frames, and finished the day with a YUMMY dinner at The Real Chow Baby surrounded by 14 people I love and cherish. Thanks for all the calls, texts and "Happy Birthdays" I say this so much, but Mike and I are truly blessed to be surrounded by so many people we love!&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow is back to work &lt;sigh&gt;For now, I am pooped and headed to bed with sweet visions of birthday cake dancing in my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-8692467234613601217?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/8692467234613601217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=8692467234613601217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8692467234613601217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/8692467234613601217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/up-and-running_29.html' title='Up and Running and Birthday Bananza!'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-6111460460356438123</id><published>2008-10-29T19:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:42:51.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Running .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-6111460460356438123?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/6111460460356438123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=6111460460356438123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6111460460356438123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/6111460460356438123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/10/up-and-running.html' title='Up and Running .'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4548813826832814525.post-1729520802959160984</id><published>2008-07-31T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:02:18.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief, Here Goes</title><content type='html'>After much harrassing ( thanks Mandar) I have caved and decided to write this lil thing called a blog.  I think I put it off up until now, b/c I don't have any cute ( or not so cute ie FLK) children to post pictures of. But, alas, I do have my practice babies!  Also known as Winnie and Gigi, our Boston Terriers.  So here is their story.  We ( Mike and I) got married 3 years ago. After we had been married for a little over a year, he proclaimed his wish to get a Boston Terrier. Now, I, mind you, had proclaimed a great dislike for "little snorty dogs" This came about from a trip to Arizona to visit our friend Lori and her beloved stinky Boston, Higley.  It seemed providential, however, when some friends from church announced their Boston, Maggie, was preggers. Well, of course, Mike jumped at the chance. One fateful Sunday, we went over and played with their three pups. We agonized. Which one do we choose? We kept coming back to one of the little girls, named Lily.  So, a few weeks later Lily came home with us. She looked like a chubby hampster at the time. We changed her name to Winnifred Lily Turner, since these are no delicate flower type dogs.  About two years or so later, it occured to us that two might be better than one!  The mom that gave us Winnie sent us a link about some Bostons at a rescue shelter in ATL. We saw a picture of sweet little Gigi and applied immediately. Of course, we were rejected at first. It seemed another family was ahead of us. Then, what do you know, we got a call. The adoption had fallen through for them, and were we still interested. Two days later, we went on a play date/interview with Winnie in tow, and things went so well, we brought Gigi home with us.&lt;br /&gt;So, things are a little crazy. They "play" like sister, and they are so different. Winnie is our agressive, playful, sassy girl. Gigi is a sweet, cuddly couch potato. But we LOVE our girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, you know the Tale of Two Bostons, and the crazy people that LOVE them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4548813826832814525-1729520802959160984?l=mlturner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/feeds/1729520802959160984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4548813826832814525&amp;postID=1729520802959160984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1729520802959160984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4548813826832814525/posts/default/1729520802959160984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlturner.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-grief-here-goes.html' title='Good Grief, Here Goes'/><author><name>Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11931618708213906386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
