<?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-1338887393658613580</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:02:38.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-2158442348947886784</id><published>2011-03-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:21:14.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy is Getting BIG</title><content type='html'>Last Friday as we were in the car Braiden announced to me that he had a loose tooth.  Of course I did not believe him.  He was a week away from being five and I just could not believe it.  When we stopped I checked and sure enough, it was LOOSE!  Really loose but still had a ways to go.  I wanted to cry, really.  I wanted to cry like a baby.  I am having to accept that he is entering the next phase of life.  Kindergarten begins in just a few short months.  He is starting to read and add already and I am not ready to let go.  It feels like yesterday when we brought him home.  How can it be that five years have passed already???  I know people say things like this all the time but when it is actually happening to you it feels a whole lot different and I do not like it.  I tell Braiden to stop growing and he tells me he cannot.  He is so big!  He is almost four feet tall and wearing size 7 clothes, what happened?  By the way when you are five feet tall it does not feel good that your five year old is only a foot shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy is so smart and he is so amazing to me.  He has a heart for the Lord and just loves to pray.  I love him more than words can ever say.  To say I love him to the moon and back is an understatement.  Oh how amazing the Lord is and how blessed I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this picture says Friday because it is for my Project Life album which I am behind in and have a long ways to go to finish the 2010 album.  At least I am working on it and I am preserving memories for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNDtjPPMqpI/TYwF7I2A7yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0JWuD9q4FZQ/s1600/3.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNDtjPPMqpI/TYwF7I2A7yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0JWuD9q4FZQ/s320/3.18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587847751204400930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Braiden was 4 months old when he cut his first tooth which is not this one, it is the one next to it, lower front right.  This one he is losing came in at five months old.  His claim to fame was 8 teeth at 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD43i7ATIeE/TYwF7mn17LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E-m179QkJ5s/s1600/3.18-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vD43i7ATIeE/TYwF7mn17LI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E-m179QkJ5s/s320/3.18-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587847759198022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see Braiden doing a lot of, wiggling his tooth.  Gross and the germs but what is a mama to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCIdZQq8CfY/TYwF70ZRzyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ryBpLeozpoE/s1600/3.18-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xCIdZQq8CfY/TYwF70ZRzyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ryBpLeozpoE/s320/3.18-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587847762895032098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNDtjPPMqpI/TYwF7I2A7yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0JWuD9q4FZQ/s1600/3.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-2158442348947886784?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/2158442348947886784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=2158442348947886784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/2158442348947886784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/2158442348947886784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-boy-is-getting-big.html' title='My Boy is Getting BIG'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNDtjPPMqpI/TYwF7I2A7yI/AAAAAAAAAGk/0JWuD9q4FZQ/s72-c/3.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-3463220442864163931</id><published>2010-02-25T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:18:20.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not An Orphan Afterall</title><content type='html'>In my last post, and for the last four weeks, I have felt like an orphan.  When someone blatantly told me I was not, I did not respond so kindly.  But after reading some scripture and some much needed prayer I need to rescind my claim to being an orphan (oh and I have already apologized to that person I was not so kind to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through John 14 where Jesus is preparing and comforting His disciples as He will be leaving them soon.  So much of this was a comfort until conviction set in.  I came across verse 18 which says "I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you."  I burst into tears after realizing my sin.  Yes I have lost my mom and dad but I turned my back on my adoptive Father in Heaven.  How hurtful I have been to neglect the fact that He is my father and I am His child.  Then the analogy came into my mind.  Would I want my boys neglecting the fact that I am their mom (adoptive mom)?  Would I want them to feel orphaned because they do not have their biological parents in their lives?  The answer obviously would be NO!  So I prayed for forgiveness and I am trying to get over it myself.  I am sad that I would put off the one constant in my life.  I pray that I do not make that mistake again.  I pray that I will grow as I grieve.  My desire is that the Lord would be glorified through my trial.  I want to work for the glory of God and not my selfish motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I apologize to you for making a bold claim which turns out to be false.  Thanks for your prayers as I know many of you are praying for me.  I have so much healing still to do and so much growing, so I ask that you continue to lift me up in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-3463220442864163931?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/3463220442864163931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=3463220442864163931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/3463220442864163931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/3463220442864163931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-orphan-afterall.html' title='Not An Orphan Afterall'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-1321105160170052101</id><published>2010-01-31T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:58:58.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphaned</title><content type='html'>I do not know if that is the best way to describe the way I feel or my new state of being but it was pointed out to me the other day and I really do not have a better word to describe where I am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, January 29th my mom lost her battle with cancer.  Sick since last February and diagnosed in March, she really did fight until the bitter end.  I really do not know how to talk about this or even how to process this.  It is the complete opposite situation of my dad's passing.  He has been gone since January 5, 1997 when he collapsed from a heart attack while on vacation.  If you notice the dates both my parents left this world in January, 13 years apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I try to deal with the reality and pray for sleep I sit here with a heavy heart, almost afraid to cry for fear that I will never stop.  What I want to share are the words the Lord inspired me to write in my mom's borthday card just one month ago.  The words give me hope and make me realized the blessing the Lord gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/S2aDz6h4XOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rjVcMm6cmBk/s1600-h/IMG_6719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/S2aDz6h4XOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rjVcMm6cmBk/s320/IMG_6719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433174928377011426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that today is a good day and that you are able to enjoy the whole family.  I want you to know that it has been a privilege to serve and help you in this last year.  I know it is not easy to ask or accept help and I know it is frustrating not to be able to do things yourself but I have been happy to be there for you.  You have done so much for me all my life and not all children are able to give back to their parents in such a tangible way but the Lord granted me the opportunity to give back to you and I praise Him for that.  I do wish the circumstances were better and I do wish I could take away your pain.  You have been such a trooper and a great example even in your suffering.  I love you so much Mom!  You are amazing and I truly appreciate you.  I pray for you daily.  Take comfort in your faith in the Lord and through your faith in Jesus Christ know that you will live eternally with the Creator in Heaven.  I take comfort in the fact that one day we will be reunited in Heaven.  I praise God for that gift - the ultimate gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ.  I have thought about this so much lately and I pray that you hold on to salvation in Christ as the days are tough.  Pray to Jesus as He understands your suffering as He suffered on the cross for our sins.  Take comfort in that this world is not as good as it gets - the Bible speaks of how amazing Heaven is; it's just too bad that our human minds cannot understand the greatness of Heaven.  I love you so much Mom and I will continue to be there for you.  Please do not feel guilty or sorry, like I said I count it a privilege to help and serve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-1321105160170052101?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/1321105160170052101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=1321105160170052101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/1321105160170052101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/1321105160170052101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2010/01/orphaned.html' title='Orphaned'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/S2aDz6h4XOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rjVcMm6cmBk/s72-c/IMG_6719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-1532494342092551835</id><published>2010-01-16T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:28:13.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORGANIZE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love having talented and organized friends who inspire me.  Well Andrea, here it is, my organizing list for the year.  I hope I can stick to it.  Now we can be accountability partners in organization.  Anyone else want to join us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/S1IRY40xarI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XMyB-yTEvs0/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/S1IRY40xarI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XMyB-yTEvs0/s320/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419620203129522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this fun to do list makes me more accomplished in 2010 :)  I truly love organizing but often am overwhelmed with getting it all done.  So I ran with Andrea's idea because I can actually complete this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how much I love organizing...when I was a child (I think it started about 7 or 8) I looked forward to summer vacation because I would pull everything out of my closet and organize it.  The sad part is the closet was not messy to begin with, it was just my only space that I could control and change so I did.  I have also been color coordinating the clothes in my closet since I was about 12.  And the last sad fact about my obsession, I used to space my hangers one finger space apart daily!  Wow I am truly obsessed :)  I have mellowed out about some things thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want me to come to your house to organize, I know someone will make that comment, check back with me in 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-1532494342092551835?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/1532494342092551835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=1532494342092551835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/1532494342092551835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/1532494342092551835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2010/01/organize.html' title='ORGANIZE!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/S1IRY40xarI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XMyB-yTEvs0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-8566823010036652605</id><published>2009-11-16T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:20:40.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been too long!</title><content type='html'>I think I waited too long to come back to the blogging world!  My blog seems to be lost in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave me a comment if you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to take the time to update this if I am the only one reading it!  I promise if you read this and comment I will come back...like anyone really cares about me coming back.  I speak as though I think I have a following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you read the important post below...our family is expanding...find out how :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-8566823010036652605?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/8566823010036652605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=8566823010036652605' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/8566823010036652605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/8566823010036652605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='It has been too long!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-3131620575773473302</id><published>2009-11-10T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:18:08.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, okay I know I have abandoned my blog for months and you probably thouhgt I was never coming back.  Well I actually have thought about giving it up because I cannot bear to add one more thing to my to do list.  I have come to terms with the fact that sometimes I need to make time for fun stuff and this is fun.  I actually created a to do list of fun things that I am going to intersperse with the not so fun things I have on my main list of to dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SvmO5FoBhWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dFJANN4VBxs/s1600-h/IMG_8717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SvmO5FoBhWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dFJANN4VBxs/s320/IMG_8717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402506339421357410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the real reason I am coming back...I wanted to let everyone (of course I think all my friends gave up on my blog so I may be the only one reading this) know what the above picture means.  Well we are expanding our family!  No Jeff and I are not adopting again.  We are going to be GRANDPARENTS!!!  Matt and Kate are expecting their first :)  I am so excited about being a grandma!!!!  A couple of people have asked if I have a problem with it since I am in my mid-30s but NO WAY!  I love this unique family that the Lord has created for me.  I love that my boys will get to grow up with their niece or nephew.  I love that I get to be the kind of grandparent that helps out and is involved and is just there.  Jeff and I are ecstatic!  I have so much to be thankful for.  This family the Lord created is just perfect for me!  I love the way we bring new meaning to the term "blended family".  I love my kids and I cannot wait to love my grandchildren!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-3131620575773473302?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/3131620575773473302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=3131620575773473302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/3131620575773473302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/3131620575773473302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SvmO5FoBhWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dFJANN4VBxs/s72-c/IMG_8717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-7593182038668886362</id><published>2009-05-01T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:14:23.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Session</title><content type='html'>The entire clan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvhtPeRzbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qhcOU22asXY/s1600-h/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvhtPeRzbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qhcOU22asXY/s320/IMG_3068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102751287004594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvibROI3AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IOSPFpnFoI8/s1600-h/IMG_3049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvibROI3AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IOSPFpnFoI8/s320/IMG_3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331103542030162946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvjNBAmPoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9Ktj_oS_PWM/s1600-h/IMG_2985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvjNBAmPoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/9Ktj_oS_PWM/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331104396671860354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvkLn-3eBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3cFXuTl9IiQ/s1600-h/IMG_2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvkLn-3eBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3cFXuTl9IiQ/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331105472285472786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-7593182038668886362?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/7593182038668886362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=7593182038668886362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/7593182038668886362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/7593182038668886362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-photo-session.html' title='Family Photo Session'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvhtPeRzbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qhcOU22asXY/s72-c/IMG_3068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-5714123585544499604</id><published>2009-05-01T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:59:14.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Promised...</title><content type='html'>Brotherly love...Braiden and Gavin holding hands in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvesP8BT7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k_sXeNfBsy8/s1600-h/IMG_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvesP8BT7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k_sXeNfBsy8/s320/IMG_5949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331099435697000370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big boy on his new bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvgCEdmJlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KbpsF6hdN9Q/s1600-h/IMG_6054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvgCEdmJlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KbpsF6hdN9Q/s320/IMG_6054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331100910085350994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvhBsMpwiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HcFIO_4yiyw/s1600-h/IMG_6068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvhBsMpwiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HcFIO_4yiyw/s320/IMG_6068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331102003083461154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-5714123585544499604?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/5714123585544499604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=5714123585544499604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/5714123585544499604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/5714123585544499604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-promised.html' title='As Promised...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SfvesP8BT7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k_sXeNfBsy8/s72-c/IMG_5949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-273956933058550374</id><published>2009-03-26T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:23:10.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three or Free!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/ScxkM3762zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YxSLCP1WE_w/s1600-h/IMG_5106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/ScxkM3762zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YxSLCP1WE_w/s320/IMG_5106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317735432354192178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Braiden's third birthday.  When you ask him how old he is he replies, "FREE!"  I love him but nothing about him, or any child for that matter, is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that it has been three years already!  This boy just warms my heart : )  He has developed into such a loving, funny, and talented boy.  He is quite the communicator and I love our numerous conversations.  I do not think I know many boys that talk this much but at least he is a good communicator, which I believe his wife will enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized being a Mommy would be so fun.  I am so blessed!  I know that Braiden has his faults, we all do, but we really have fun together.  And the way he makes Gavin laugh, when he is not wrestling him of course, it just makes me smile.  I love how Gavin looks up to Braiden.  He watches his every move and will eat anything that goes into Braiden's mouth.  Those two are starting to develop quite the friendship.  Braiden so wants to play with Gavin and the little things that Gavin does to get involved with him make him giddy.  The newest thing that they are doing is holding hands in the car.  In my car they can reach each other just fine and will remain holding hands for some time (I keep forgetting to bring the camera in the car but when I do I promise a picture...it is too precious).  When we drove in Jeff's truck the other day Braiden was sad because he and Gavin could not reach each other, Braiden settled for holding my hand but secretly really wanted to hold his brother's hand.  Braiden really is a tender loving big brother.  We are still working on sharing but all and all he truly loves Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Toys 'R Us tonight after dinner to buy Braiden his brithday gift, a brand new bike and helmet (pictures to follow).  He looks like such a big boy on that bike.  When Jeff pulled it down I told him that it was way too big and then Braiden got on it and it fit...he is so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I could go on and on about Braiden but I must get some sleep as he rises very early!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-273956933058550374?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/273956933058550374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=273956933058550374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/273956933058550374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/273956933058550374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-or-free.html' title='Three or Free!!!!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/ScxkM3762zI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YxSLCP1WE_w/s72-c/IMG_5106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-6982693820441990611</id><published>2009-02-14T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:12:06.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Surprise...</title><content type='html'>After lunch today Jeff and Braiden had an interesting conversation that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Braiden, you ate such a great lunch you are definitely going to grow today.&lt;br /&gt;Braiden: Yes...&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: You know one day you may grow up to be taller than Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Braiden: One day Mommy will grow up too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even three years old and he even he realizes that I am short and pretty much the size of a child!  I love the way kids think and how honest they are with their words and observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note - Gavin took four steps on his own today...we are getting closer despite his foot issue that the doctor refuses to give me a referral for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-6982693820441990611?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/6982693820441990611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=6982693820441990611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/6982693820441990611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/6982693820441990611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-surprise.html' title='Big Surprise...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-1316201859819024210</id><published>2009-02-13T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:23:44.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 X 4 Challenge</title><content type='html'>Okay Mary, it took me a while to get to this but here it is... the 4th photo from my 4th folder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SZZgyBgUxdI/AAAAAAAAADw/KczKqQ-61TU/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SZZgyBgUxdI/AAAAAAAAADw/KczKqQ-61TU/s320/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302532023789077970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture!  Braiden had only been ours for a couple of hours and our wonderful Bible study family was the first to meet him.  He is just two days old here.  The day before Heather had just found out that her baby was a boy, Braiden's great friend James.  Heather, I love that you were in my 4th picture.  You are such a true friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag Amber, Tiffany, Kelly, and Kristina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-1316201859819024210?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/1316201859819024210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=1316201859819024210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/1316201859819024210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/1316201859819024210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-x-4-challenge.html' title='4 X 4 Challenge'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SZZgyBgUxdI/AAAAAAAAADw/KczKqQ-61TU/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-3432837828199255697</id><published>2009-02-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:55:56.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby is ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0pdyRZqaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tZgQser9Yzs/s1600-h/IMG_5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0pdyRZqaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tZgQser9Yzs/s320/IMG_5114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299937928172644770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that today is Gavin's first birthday.  Where did the year go?  I feel like I lived in survival mode for much of the first part of the year and in guilt mode during the second half, sad that I did not hold him more and that I had to split my time between him and Braiden.  Gavin has been such an easy going baby for the most part that I think I may have taken advantage of that from time to time.  Reflecting on this year has made me realize why this year was tough  and emotionally draining but joyous and full of love at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 6, 2008 began with an early morning phone call (sometime before 6am) from the director of the agency letting me know that the birth mother had headed to the hospital as she was in labor.  This call was a shock as we were not even sure if she was going to go through with the adoption until this day.  I prepared for going to the hospital by having my mom come to watch Braiden and Jeff headed home from work.  By 10am we were on the way to the hospital with mixed emotions.  Our social worker was sick so we had to make the first meeting with the burth mom alone.  Talk about an uncomfortable situation, we walked into her hospital room while she was in pain and in labor.  Fortunately we had a mutual friend who made things better but really Jeff and I did not stay in the room long.  We waited in the tiny waiting room all day.  From time to time we were able to talk with family members of the birth mother and get to know a little about them.  By 5:30pm we were actually sitting around with many of her relatives.  We had a nice time getting to know them.  At 6:15pm the birth mother's mom came out to let us know that the little boy had been born and was healthy.  One by one the family members left.  Jeff and I quickly realized that we were the only two left.  We began to pray at this point because we knew that this was second thought time for the birth mom.  For two hours we sat and prayed.  So for most the moment of birth is a joyous moment, a sigh of relief but for me that is where the tears began and the anxiety started.  I knew the Lord was in control but I also knew the pain of losing a child (we had a baby girl for eight days three months before Braiden was born).  Those were the longest two hours of my life.  Finally about 9pm we were called back to the nursery and were able to meet the little boy we would name Gavin.  We actually were able to name him there so all of his documentation has only the name we gave him.  Here was our first meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0u6Qn1X4I/AAAAAAAAADA/fwly5scQre8/s1600-h/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0u6Qn1X4I/AAAAAAAAADA/fwly5scQre8/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299943914914275202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0voysjcmI/AAAAAAAAADI/-Z93us9xJPU/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0voysjcmI/AAAAAAAAADI/-Z93us9xJPU/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299944714334859874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin Thomas 6lbs 13 oz, 18 3/4 in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0wlSeqbkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YqsBM94oLB4/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0wlSeqbkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YqsBM94oLB4/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299945753658682946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next sad part for me was leaving Gavin in the hospital and going home for the evening.  We really had no choice.  Because I did not give birth we did not have a room and all they could offer us was a closet.  No really it may have been a small hallway, but people did come in to get supplies out of the cabinet in the room.  The room was about 8 feet long and maybe 3 feet wide.  Is is bad when the bassinet, which we had to take in with us as well, takes up the majority of the room?  Oh and if Jeff and I were in there together we were quite close!  The other "great" thing about the closet was the uncomfortable plastic chair.  The floor would have been a better choice but that was not an appropriate option.    Below you can see the chair next to me, I was sitting on the same type.  Jeff was up against the wall in order to take this picture.  Looking at this picture I think I was generous in saying it was 8 feet long, I think it was more like 6.  What you see is what you get, there was not any more room to that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY00Y9lse3I/AAAAAAAAADY/R4B3Atn9HyA/s1600-h/IMG_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY00Y9lse3I/AAAAAAAAADY/R4B3Atn9HyA/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299949939939113842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we spent as much time as we could with Gavin but we had to get some sleep so we headed home about 11pm that night.  I felt like the worst mother in the world leaving Gavin there alone in the nursery.  And I thought I would sleep???!!!  I prayed all night long that his birth mother would not change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we took Braiden with us to meet his little brother.  Three minutes into the visit Braiden cut his eye on Gavin's bassinet.  Jeff spent a lot of the day entertaining Braiden while I was in our "closet" with Gavin.  It was quite awkward explaining to the new shift of nurses the situation (this hospital had not dealt with adoption much which was evident in their lack of protocol).  This day although happy was still very gloomy as we had to say good bye to the birth mom.  Since she was released late that day we found out we could take Gavin home but after consulting with our social worker we had to wait until the next day.  I felt pretty good until a nurse came over and told me that since we were not taking Gavin home that night we should return early the next morning and run with the baby before the grandparents came back...night 2 without sleep and deep in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Friday, I was sick to my stomach getting ready and going to the hospital.  I was convinced that Gavin was gone.  I held back tears the entire time.  When we arrived at the hosptial we had trouble getting through security, he had to make a couple phone calls before he could let us go back!  But we did get to go back and Gavin was there waiting for us with our social worker!  I wish I could say that is where the roller coaster ended but it did not.  We did get to sign documents but the birth mother did not.  She did not for a few more days which extended the waiting period for termination of her rights.  Again I obviously did not need to be concerned but since we had given a baby back once before we were very guarded.  The happy news Gavin came home with us and after much more heartache over the birth father issue and a much longer wait in finalizing than anticipated we did finalize and he is ours forever!  I still have a lot to learn on waiting on the Lord.  I have learned a lot on the subject through the adoption process but looking back I have not learned enough.  I praise God for this amazing life he entrusted to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY07hj3SL5I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nf44NZzmTvE/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY07hj3SL5I/AAAAAAAAADg/Nf44NZzmTvE/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299957784233783186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leaving the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a funny side note...it will be about 10 months before we will receive Gavin's birth certificate.  With Braiden we received a post card about three months after finalization that said we would have the birth certificate in about seven months and not to make contact before then.  I want to know if they hand stich them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-3432837828199255697?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/3432837828199255697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=3432837828199255697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/3432837828199255697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/3432837828199255697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-baby-is-one.html' title='My Baby is ONE!'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SY0pdyRZqaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tZgQser9Yzs/s72-c/IMG_5114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-8196528041884833102</id><published>2009-01-14T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:58:37.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothbrush???</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weeks ago I went to check on Braiden as it had been quiet for quite a long time.  When I walked into the bathroom this is what I found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SW6xlDHNsWI/AAAAAAAAACo/J33vPtb2Z0c/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SW6xlDHNsWI/AAAAAAAAACo/J33vPtb2Z0c/s320/IMG_4567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291361862255751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is Braiden brushing his TOES with his TOOTHBRUSH!!!  When I saw him I yelled "NO Braiden, that is for brushing your teeth!"  Without even blinking an eye he moved the toothbrush from his toes straight to his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SW6ypt8UGzI/AAAAAAAAACw/8UpQio7UdZU/s1600-h/IMG_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SW6ypt8UGzI/AAAAAAAAACw/8UpQio7UdZU/s320/IMG_4568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291363041983863602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in dibelief and disgust.  (Of course I had to run and get the camera to document this event.  I told him to do it one more time for the camera and then never again.)  That afternoon we went to purchase a new toothbrush.  Where do kids get these crazy ideas???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-8196528041884833102?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/8196528041884833102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=8196528041884833102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/8196528041884833102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/8196528041884833102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2009/01/toothbrush.html' title='Toothbrush???'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SW6xlDHNsWI/AAAAAAAAACo/J33vPtb2Z0c/s72-c/IMG_4567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-5949309773085448037</id><published>2008-12-30T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:07:15.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessings of Family</title><content type='html'>Well the title I chose for this blog really describes the season of life I am in right now, raising two amazing boys that the Lord entrusted in our care.  I cannot believe that Braiden will be three in three short months and Gavin is just a month away from being 1...where did the time go?!  Then I think about the other three amazing children I have and I cannot believe that they are all grown women (Katelyn, Courtney, and Shelby).  I am often amazed when I sit and think about how the Lord grew this  family for me (three children by marriage and two through adoption).  Oh and I do have a sixth child, my son-in-law Matt.  Talk about a blended family!  I am actually not sure if that is the right term but I love all of my kids just the same.  It is wonderful this love I feel for my kids and I have comfort in the fact that I know that biology has nothing to do with the love and care you have for your children, at least it doesn't for me.  Although these kids did not grow in my womb, they grew in my heart and fortunately they will never leave there.  I thank the Lord daily for this heritage, this reward that he has granted me.  I hope that I never lose sight of how blessed I am through this family He created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SVsKxl8Mv6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Xrr683hCjXs/s1600-h/IMG_4401C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SVsKxl8Mv6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Xrr683hCjXs/s320/IMG_4401C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285830434763882402" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-5949309773085448037?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/5949309773085448037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=5949309773085448037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/5949309773085448037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/5949309773085448037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessings-of-family.html' title='The Blessings of Family'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGPBJFyliz4/SVsKxl8Mv6I/AAAAAAAAACY/Xrr683hCjXs/s72-c/IMG_4401C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338887393658613580.post-5161625187733978881</id><published>2008-12-30T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:06:26.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here it is...</title><content type='html'>I have finally made the time to get with it and join the blogging world.  This does come with a disclaimer that I do not promise daily or even weekly posts...really I do not need another thing to add to my to do list.  So when I have the time or something interesting to share, I will.  I will also warn you that I do not have anything profound to say and most of my blogs will probably consist of the silly things my kids do.  They do really make me laugh and I hope you enjoy sharing in the laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1338887393658613580-5161625187733978881?l=jcjames5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/feeds/5161625187733978881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1338887393658613580&amp;postID=5161625187733978881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/5161625187733978881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1338887393658613580/posts/default/5161625187733978881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcjames5.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-here-it-is.html' title='Well here it is...'/><author><name>Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799213999495673960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-urnR7MDWYww/TYwBOWCVi0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sYM-6J7uceI/s220/_MG_4376bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
