<?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-8455297992691301919</id><updated>2012-01-17T19:59:15.803-08:00</updated><category term='The First of Many'/><title type='text'>The Marlowe's</title><subtitle type='html'>A family journey.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-927653618717959666</id><published>2010-12-06T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:02:35.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing</title><content type='html'>We have made some purposeful changes in our family lives lately.&amp;nbsp; Two specifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; We added a small furry girl.&amp;nbsp; A yorkie mix puppy we found at the Dallas SPCA.&amp;nbsp; She was named Kaitlyn, but we decided there are enough family members and dogs with matching names. Plus she didn't even respond to it, nor did I like it as a name for my dog.&amp;nbsp; So we call her Missy,&amp;nbsp;short for Miss Priss.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We will grow her hair out and put a ponytail atop her head, complete with a bow.&amp;nbsp; She is will be my frilly girly girl companion in a house with male dominance.&amp;nbsp; So far she has filled her role perfectly.&amp;nbsp; She curls up on my lap, lets Ross squeeze her, and goes with me almost everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; We have made some rather radical choices about how Christmas in the Marlowe household will be celebrated.&amp;nbsp; We officially decided Santa will not be getting credit for any gift giving here(not so radical).&amp;nbsp; We also have decided that, for this year, gifts will not be something we choose to do.&amp;nbsp; Partly for $ reasons, but mostly because we have failed to see their purpose.&amp;nbsp; We have heard arguments for giving 3 gifts because that is how many Christ was given.&amp;nbsp; I just am not buying it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My main concern is that we do not celebrate Jacob's birthday by giving everyone we know presents, so why would we celebrate our Saviours birth this way?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We believe the day should be celebrating&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Gift that Christ was bringing&amp;nbsp;us- Salvation.&amp;nbsp; We intend to have some sort of tradition, we just are not sure exactly how that will look.&amp;nbsp; I have some ideas, but we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross Update:&amp;nbsp; He is growing like a weed.&amp;nbsp; Almost 3feet tall already and nearly 30lbs.&amp;nbsp; We have been getting two teeth constantly, it is not been fun.&amp;nbsp; He loves music with a beat, he dances when he first hears it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have figured out that he will play and entertain himself longer when&amp;nbsp;we play some in the house!&amp;nbsp; I am very excited to have discovered this- here's to getting laundry done, floors cleaned, and&amp;nbsp;the dishes washed.&amp;nbsp; Well music is on, Ross is occupied so I am off to get some clothes cleaned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-927653618717959666?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/927653618717959666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=927653618717959666' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/927653618717959666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/927653618717959666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/12/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-286125496251813454</id><published>2010-05-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:09:03.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work pays off?</title><content type='html'>It has been an eventful week.&amp;nbsp; We ripped out the half of the kitchen floor that was engineered wood(Friday evening).&amp;nbsp; Because of which, we now know that engineered wood is far inferrior to solid hard wood.&amp;nbsp; There were many water stains underneath it!&amp;nbsp; Joel spotted mold and decided we were going to replace the subfloor as well(Saturday).&amp;nbsp; UGH!&amp;nbsp; All this to say that we have been under construction- which has resulted in no schedule.&amp;nbsp; Without a kitchen meals have not been consistent...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Disasterous!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&amp;nbsp; Emotionally worn out, but the tile is in, tomorrow my kitchen will be back to normal and I am just a week away from vacation!&amp;nbsp; As soon as paint in on the walls I will post some pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-286125496251813454?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/286125496251813454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=286125496251813454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/286125496251813454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/286125496251813454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/hard-work-pays-off.html' title='Hard work pays off?'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2877222310522744858</id><published>2010-05-14T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T15:44:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Orders?</title><content type='html'>Ross is my child, there is no denying that fact.&amp;nbsp; And since he is, he tends to be similar to me- go figure!&amp;nbsp; I am not a dairy tolerant person, so I have suspected that dairy is one of Ross' nemesis'.&amp;nbsp; Therefore Ross is not given formula or cow's milk.&amp;nbsp; Instead I serve him rice milk.&amp;nbsp; Which I actually like!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We received notice a few weeks ago that Ross' pediatrician is expecting her 3rd child and moving to Austin.&amp;nbsp; Oh well her loss ;0)&amp;nbsp; As a result we needed to choose another doctor within the practice.&amp;nbsp; We did, Dr Iannelli(Sp?).&amp;nbsp; I made an appointment to discuss Ross' diet with him because I am well aware that different doctors often can mean differing opinions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I explained to the doc that Ross is not given formula or cow's milk to which he suggested soy.&amp;nbsp; With the links between diets containing large amounts of soy and spiked estrogen levels I have limited Ross' soy as well.&amp;nbsp; So Doc I introduces us to Nutrogema.&amp;nbsp; A non-dairy non-soy containing rediculously expensive formula.&amp;nbsp; He needs it until he is a year, about 6 more&amp;nbsp;weeks.&amp;nbsp; Joel and I shrug and say we can handle six weeks- right?!&amp;nbsp; On the way home Ross is in dire want of a drink so I mix up some of the sample from the doc.&amp;nbsp; If only I had a video of his face!&amp;nbsp; We try again at home, no go.&lt;br /&gt;This provokes Joel to read the ingredient label.&amp;nbsp; It says the following:&amp;nbsp; Corn Syrup Solids (45%)!&amp;nbsp; What!!!&amp;nbsp; The second ingredient is better, Vegetable oils!&amp;nbsp; Goodness gracious, we think table food and rice milk will be good enough for this boy!&amp;nbsp; After all, before any of our diet talk, Dr. I said Ross was right on track!&amp;nbsp; Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-2877222310522744858?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2877222310522744858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2877222310522744858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2877222310522744858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2877222310522744858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/05/doctors-orders.html' title='Doctors Orders?'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5765714118797722118</id><published>2010-04-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:38:17.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March for Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j7iP0g83I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Nq5UsImks0Y/s1600/100_4594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j7iP0g83I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Nq5UsImks0Y/s320/100_4594.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up early was I, tired, but some how concious.&amp;nbsp; We gathered all of our things, packed Ross in the car and headed out.&amp;nbsp; I was quiet;&amp;nbsp; I didn't have much to say, it was a sobering day.&amp;nbsp; Thinking back, this time two years ago I was cuddling my little cuddle bug.&amp;nbsp; I can remember it so clearly; on the couch, laid back, Jacob curled up on my chest snoozing.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhh... Funny how time flys.&amp;nbsp; Back to&amp;nbsp;Walk Day: I was timid the morning of the walk, but all anxiety was diminished when I received an email stating I had recieved yet another donation.&amp;nbsp; I am telling you all, I have some pretty generous friends!&amp;nbsp; That pumped me up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The race was HUGE.&amp;nbsp; There were thousands of people participating.&amp;nbsp; Upon arrival I was informed, assuming my donations, by May 31st 2010, exceed $250 I will receive a shirt.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited, Thrilled even!&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to get my shirt!&amp;nbsp; I will wear it proudly.&amp;nbsp; I may even wear it to church!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j3a1hZS1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/-oTQHQl1NbE/s1600/100_4598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j3a1hZS1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/-oTQHQl1NbE/s320/100_4598.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I made sure to be at the front of the starting line.&amp;nbsp; (In the pro photos taken, I am wearing a red baseball cap.)&amp;nbsp; As the gun went off (after millions of photos) Joel and I attempted to navigate our way through the masses&amp;nbsp;who chose to run ahead only to stop!!!&amp;nbsp; I don't know what they were thinking.&amp;nbsp; This became a pattern.&amp;nbsp; It was almost as if people thought, "Oh no, a lady with a stroller is beating me, I better book it!"&amp;nbsp; But then as soon as they get infront of me, they start walking!!!&amp;nbsp; Really people, really?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We had a flat tire, Joel asked if we should stop to pump it up, but I said we could make it.&amp;nbsp; Turns out we probably should have- oh well.&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j3iBlHKBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yVNIBmNOuNM/s1600/100_4600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j3iBlHKBI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yVNIBmNOuNM/s320/100_4600.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Along the right side of the 5 mile path were signs&amp;nbsp;in memory of&amp;nbsp;babies born too soon; some who are thriving currently, and others who were only here for a short while.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Typical Joylynn,&amp;nbsp;would definately want to have Jacob included, but as I pondered the idea more I decided against it.&amp;nbsp; I would rather know the people who 'meet' my Jacob.&amp;nbsp; I find this uncharisteristic for me, guess my kids are changing me.&amp;nbsp;;0) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Marking the miles as you go are signs taking you down the time line of the March for Dimes organization.&amp;nbsp; Did you know the March for Dimes organization was originally established to find a cure for Polio.&amp;nbsp; And once the goal had been achieved they chose a new cause to help solve.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And your funds are assisting their efforts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In total My All Star Team has raised $400.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Biggest Thank You's to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lisa, Katherine, Paige, Sandelyn, Anglea, Heidi, Cyndi, Kk, Sharyn, Sauni, Aunt Myrna, Mom and Dad, Amber, Grandpa and Grandma Cox, Donna(Mother In Law), Aunt Karen, Aunt Susan, Phil and Ang, Betsey, and Misti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can not thank you all enough for your support.&amp;nbsp; It is heart warming to have received such a response.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j3OiUqGlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cfqItD32cCg/s1600/100_4614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j3OiUqGlI/AAAAAAAAAi4/cfqItD32cCg/s320/100_4614.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Marlowe's with our 'Stand In' Monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5765714118797722118?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5765714118797722118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5765714118797722118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5765714118797722118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5765714118797722118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-for-jacob.html' title='March for Jacob'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S9j7iP0g83I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/Nq5UsImks0Y/s72-c/100_4594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3633109458080685571</id><published>2010-04-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:38:02.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March For Babies- Last Call</title><content type='html'>It is Friday night.&amp;nbsp; Joel is showering, Ross is screaming, and I am blogging.&amp;nbsp; As the dogs lay around me I am mentally preparing myself for tomorrow's journey.&amp;nbsp; 5 miles of foot steps but 2 years of heart ache.&amp;nbsp; I still miss Jacob.&amp;nbsp; I don't usually wonder what he would be like, I think I know.&amp;nbsp; He is the opposite of Ross.&amp;nbsp; For every yell, scream, and wiggle that describes Ross, Jacob can be found in the silent moments.&amp;nbsp; He was the baby that slept everywhere, anywhere really.&amp;nbsp; Some may say that it was his age, still others imply it was how early he entered our world, but I say, it was Jacob.&amp;nbsp; Sweet.&amp;nbsp; Quiet.&amp;nbsp; And Calm.&amp;nbsp; He is the introvert to Ross' extrovert.&amp;nbsp; They are most certainly not two peas in a pod.&amp;nbsp; And yet I love them both so much.&amp;nbsp; My two lil guys.&amp;nbsp; My Sweet Cuddle Bug and My Bug-A-Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$250 in donations has been given to March of Dimes. (I am praying that some how He provides the rest.)&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all of you in my life who made the effort and sacrifice to support me in this endevour.&amp;nbsp; For those who haven't quite gotten to it, there is still time! (&lt;a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/joyrmarlowe"&gt;www.marchforbabies.org/joyrmarlowe&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Small Group Friends: Lisa, Paige, and Angela who still allow Joel and I to be in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Church friend Sandelynn, regardless of who she married. ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long time friend Amber, even though I dated her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misti, even if she won't give me her kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Big Sisters, Heidi, Cyndi, Sharyn, and Saundra, the only sisters who Really support me! ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mother-In-Law, Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bible School Bud, Bets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Cox and Grandma Doris,&amp;nbsp;our grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorite Aunt Myrna; of which I am her favorite niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Parents, who knew Jacob as well as Joel and I did.&amp;nbsp; And who supporte us tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without each of you I could not have raised these funds!&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful each of you chose to make the sacrifice to contribute.&amp;nbsp; I am looking forward to the event; pics will be up Saturday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3633109458080685571?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3633109458080685571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3633109458080685571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3633109458080685571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3633109458080685571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-for-babies-last-call.html' title='March For Babies- Last Call'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3519047049937364464</id><published>2010-04-12T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:11:32.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March for Babies</title><content type='html'>Recently I was notified about the Walk For Babies taking place in Dallas on April 17th. It benefits the March of Dimes, whose goal is to fund research to help women have healthy pregnancies and prevent premature births. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday March 19th, was the 2 year anniversary of my Jacob's birth. To put my grief in a positive action I have decided to help March of Dimes raise money by walking in the event. I am asking for your support. If I get $5 from 100 different people I will have raised $500. I hope you will choose to support me as I take steps towards positive actions in the midst of my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations can be made online @ &lt;a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/joyrmarlowe"&gt;http://www.marchforbabies.org/joyrmarlowe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3519047049937364464?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3519047049937364464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3519047049937364464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3519047049937364464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3519047049937364464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/04/march-for-babies.html' title='March for Babies'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-686744253068059897</id><published>2010-02-15T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:53:24.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep woe's</title><content type='html'>Tyring to figure all this stuff out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By stuff I mean, Ross.&amp;nbsp; He is trying me left and right.&amp;nbsp; After more than two months of it, he still cries, yells and screams for more than an hour to go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; This happens at every nap and every night.&amp;nbsp; Unless of course I am holding him or nursing him. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&amp;nbsp; I am blessed to have him.&amp;nbsp; I am lost.&amp;nbsp; I am worn out!&amp;nbsp; I don't care what anyone says.&amp;nbsp; This 'cry it out' method is for the birds.&amp;nbsp; Just when he has figured out that crying, yelling, and screaming won't get&amp;nbsp;him his way- he gets sick.&amp;nbsp; And Iam sorry but a sick kid does not sleep alone in their room, not in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell it has been a not so good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-686744253068059897?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/686744253068059897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=686744253068059897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/686744253068059897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/686744253068059897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep-woes.html' title='Sleep woe&apos;s'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5186232028567594612</id><published>2010-02-12T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:23:03.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Old, but it is finally up!</title><content type='html'>We have had several visitors as of late.&amp;nbsp; Lots of pictures for proof.&amp;nbsp; First was Ross' favorite cousin Jocelyn.&amp;nbsp; Attending Baylor she came up to Rockwall for Fall break.&amp;nbsp; And what a great fall break.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while Joeclyn was busy studying, Joel, Ross and I headed to Dallas and visit Aunt Karen and Uncle Bill.&amp;nbsp; They were in town for a conference.&amp;nbsp; The best part of seeing them, was leaving the diaper bag at home!&amp;nbsp; Yep, everything.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I keep a spare kit in the cars so we had two diapers for the whole day.&amp;nbsp; But since Ross was still sleeping when we left that morning, he was in jammies all day.&amp;nbsp; So the adorable Texas Tech Red Raiders outfit was not worn as planned :0(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S3XfQxzxdbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e8z2cs-RrXQ/s1600-h/100_3734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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It was a full&amp;nbsp; weekend but so worth all of Ross' fusses (due to his lack of enjoyment in the carseat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top off all those crammed visits was an extended stay by his favorite Auntie Ang and Uncle Phil.&amp;nbsp; The visit was a nice relaxing one.&amp;nbsp; Ang and I baked, Unca and Joel played some Wii Mario Tennis.&amp;nbsp; It was a fabulous time at the Marlowe household.&amp;nbsp; Complete with a Halloween outting.&amp;nbsp; ANg and I tried a scratch recipie for brownies and entered them in our Church's Silent Auction benefiting missions.&amp;nbsp; Last I checked the tray grossed $12 for 12 brownies.&amp;nbsp; MMMMmmmmm...&amp;nbsp; we kept a few for our taste buds, and they sure did satisfy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5186232028567594612?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5186232028567594612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5186232028567594612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5186232028567594612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5186232028567594612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-old-but-it-is-finally-up.html' title='So Old, but it is finally up!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/S3XfQxzxdbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e8z2cs-RrXQ/s72-c/100_3734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1859211967304845741</id><published>2009-10-20T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:08:54.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it!  I mean, WE DID IT!</title><content type='html'>This past week Joel and I have been working on introducing Ross to his crib. He knows his room and Loves it! When we take him in his room, his eyes open widely and he just stares at everything. All of his diapers and clothes are in his room(when they are put away) so we do use the room, he just hasn't slept in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Ross exceeded the 15lb weight limit on his Pack-n-Play bassinet attachment. So out it came and down Ross went, to the big boy bottom of the Pack-n-Play. He did Not appreciate it, not one bit. So I folded up the Pack-N-Play and begun to teach Ross how to self sooth. We started on our bed, his ultimate choice for sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically I would put him to sleep and then lay him in his crib. This afternoon I laid him in the crib. I would wind his mobile, leave the room and return only when he fussed due to the stopped mobile. And I would wind the mobile again.And now, as of 30 minutes ago Ross has successfully soothed himself into a nap IN his Crib! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394775373368918898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/St4XnoyuA3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/W3Nv7-VkN6o/s320/100_3823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, last night was his first night to sleep in his crib. We decided a few weeks back that when Auntie Ang and Uncle Phil visit we would give them our bed and we would sleep in Ross' room. So this week is the embarking of Ross moving into his room full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are nervous and stressed and know that God is in control. You may be comforted when you remember God is in control, but we are not. That thought is an anxiety inducing fact for Joel and I. We are continually trying to take steps to place our trust and faith in Him, but it is an hourly battle- Still. We covet your prayers for our peace and Ross' protection(spiritually and earthly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394775957883415202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/St4YJqR1aqI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QERIf-K2KkM/s320/100_3811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new Foster doggie, Daisy, is quite attached to Ross. This morning while I was holding him, Smithers came over and was getting a bit rough. Daisy snapped at him, she doesn't do this normally. I know it was Ross she was guarding because a week or so ago Ross was in his bouncy seat and I ran at him. Daisy chased me, passed me and spun around. She barked and took an authoritative stance. She wasn't threatening me, but she wanted me to know that my actions were NOT acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1859211967304845741?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1859211967304845741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1859211967304845741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1859211967304845741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1859211967304845741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-did-it-i-mean-we-did-it.html' title='He did it!  I mean, WE DID IT!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/St4XnoyuA3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/W3Nv7-VkN6o/s72-c/100_3823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-868827009451239442</id><published>2009-09-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:33:23.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduling?  What's that?</title><content type='html'>Compared to friends of mine I am the consistent, harsh disciplinarian.  The Firm one.  So when it comes to my own children I assumed I would not be the softy.  The mushy gushy mommy who follows the infants lead.  But that is exactly what has developed- an unscheduled, laid back, follow the fuss monster's lead- kind of mom.  I was the same with Jacob, but I assumed that had he been around longer the firm side of mom would've emerged.  Alas, with Ross at 3 months of age, we are still an unscheduled mess.  I find it humorous that me, of all people, is the one who won't let her son cry to sleep, wait an extra half hour to eat, or stay in a diaper that he feels is full enough.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;  At this point, I have stacks of baskets of laundry, all dirty - not even close to becoming clean :/.  When I have 5 minutes to complete a task, I usually choose using the restroom first.  I know I am weird.  I have had the luxury of mopping the floors fewer than 5 times since the bugger has arrived(in our house, every 3 to 7 days is preferred).  Dishes are done once a day- if I am lucky!  And Joel is anxious to add to our clan!  Maybe we can get a live in maid?!&lt;br /&gt;  Maybe by the time he is a year I will have a better idea of what the day ahead looks like, maybe.  Even if life remains to be this chaotic, this hectic, I will bask in the bliss that is motherhood.  Yes, I said Bliss.  No matter how difficult things can be, I remember a year past.  And that memory is all the motivation I need to be thankful for the messy, disorganized, dirty, house that holds 20 loads of laundry, four hungry doggies, an empty fridge but one contented, happy, very much loved Ross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-868827009451239442?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/868827009451239442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=868827009451239442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/868827009451239442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/868827009451239442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/scheduling-whats-that.html' title='Scheduling?  What&apos;s that?'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6013977146915531928</id><published>2009-09-18T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:07:08.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Firecracker Loses Battery Power</title><content type='html'>It is official.  No, Ross is not going to have another brother.  It's a sister.  Just Kidding folks.  The big news is that his monitor is off!  And by off I mean it is going back.  For the past week Joel and I have kept Ross off the monitor at night.  We wanted to get our nerves up before we didn't have it to fall back on- just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; we didn't have the nerve to follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we received a bill from the monitor company.  You see, when the topic of having Ross on a monitor arose, Joel immediately asked, "What is this thing going to cost me?"  Now I hope you don't hear that we were concerned about our families financial security over Ross' well being.  In our minds Ross doesn't need a monitor, never did.  You may have heard me proclaim, "Jacob is the one for who it should have been prescribed!"  We were the ones that needed it- we wanted to get some sleep.  We accepted the monitor because the cost was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; high and it would calm our nerves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well it happened, the bill came.  Apparently the monitor company, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Respira&lt;/span&gt;, lied to Joel, the 20 times and 20 different ways he clarified that the cost was in fact, $XX.  The bill that arrived was $XXX!  It would pay for a trip to Cali and back.  Oh, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just one months cost!!!  Nevermind that we have had it 2 and a half months now.  Oh the bills just keep rolling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With much deliberation we asked the company to stop billing us and pick up the equipment.  This of course was began their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;insistence&lt;/span&gt; that we sign a document, you may have heard of it, an AMA.  Against Medical Advice.  WHAT THE HECK!!!  No!  I am so fed up with the medical community.  I mean with all that we have dealt with, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; is just lucky Joel spoke with them- I would have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As "concerned medical staff" they called Ross' doc to inform her of our intent to stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; medical measures.  And upon doing so were informed by her that she just hadn't sent in the forms stating he no longer needed it, she would do it right away.  Thank you doctor Grant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more monitor.  Obviously this will cause mommy a set back.  But thus far I have been able to fall asleep so long as I check on him four or five times during the process, just to be sure he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; okay.  He is still sleeping in our room, in a Pack-N-Play.  He has a fighting personality.  If he doesn't like something he will try to change it and if he can't, he will demand that you do!  I am thankful for his 'firecracker' nature, it helps put my nerves at ease, if only for a moment. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6013977146915531928?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6013977146915531928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6013977146915531928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6013977146915531928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6013977146915531928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/firecracker-loses-battery-power.html' title='The Firecracker Loses Battery Power'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3419441900316063914</id><published>2009-09-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:17:16.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross' Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ross will be Dedicated this Sunday, 10:50 am, September 20th, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ First Baptist Church Rockwall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are happy that friends of ours will be dedicating their daughter Tori as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382517235469143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SrKK6GmOTUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/POm_-l_gNmw/s320/100_3736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3419441900316063914?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3419441900316063914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3419441900316063914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3419441900316063914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3419441900316063914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/ross-dedication.html' title='Ross&apos; Dedication'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SrKK6GmOTUI/AAAAAAAAAbE/POm_-l_gNmw/s72-c/100_3736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1534072704683506925</id><published>2009-09-02T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:42:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television and Babies</title><content type='html'>This post will not be about what most people would expect upon reading the title.  It is not about allowing children to watch television, or what age is appropriate to allow television viewing.  Rather this post is about the new television viewing habits that have become typical in the Marlowe household.&lt;br /&gt;Formerly Joel and I would enjoy the late evenings watching some of our favorite crime drama's, Comedy Central talk shows (The Daily Show with John Stewart).  But since the arrival of Ross we are not able to watch television together.&lt;br /&gt;When we have tried, it goes something like this.  Play...(90 seconds)...  Pause as a Ross fit ensues... he settles into whimpering... quick play...(60 seconds)... Pause as he alerts us to his continued unhappiness... Play...(180 seconds)... SCREAMING!  And this pattern continues until Joel, or I, decide it is not worth the trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; our son does not want us to spend time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the boob tube.  We need to find some new Ross approved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;- and fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1534072704683506925?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1534072704683506925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1534072704683506925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1534072704683506925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1534072704683506925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/09/television-and-babies.html' title='Television and Babies'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1335881776556590209</id><published>2009-08-25T10:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:16:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An eventful morning.  Thankfully, though, it was not our event.  Ross and I went out to the front yard to water the flower beds.  Which as of now still are waiting for a nice drink.  As I went for the hose I see my neighbor, Debbie, out and we stop for a visit.  I hand Ross to her and we enjoy him.&lt;br /&gt;As we attempt to go back to our tasks we see another neighbor wandering in the yard, frantic and on the phone.  She is carrying her 18 month old son, Colton.  She was holding him and he reached for something and fell.  She was panicked.  I rushed over to her, handing Ross back to Debbie so I could help; trying not to lose it myself.  I took Colton from her because she wanted him to stay awake.  The ambulance is called and I send Debbie for Joel. &lt;br /&gt;Colton's Grandma soon arrives(who, I learn, formerly was the pianist for our church) to help.  The neighbors have started rushing out of their homes to see who is ill.  See, our neighborhood is close, we help each other out and visit with one another.  I explained the situation to the few gathering so that everyone would know he is okay.  The took him to Children's for xray's.  I have seen lots of kids with lots of injuries and I am confident he will be just fine- but praying just the same. &lt;br /&gt;  As Joel and I enter our home we sigh.  Ahh.  What an emotional day and it was hardly past noon.  Joel explains I was not the only one who was fighting back tears.  He had stood in the street crying, knowing all too well the fear she was living.  There were tears in the neighbors eyes as they rushed to see who was in need of the ambulance.  It is nice to live in such a caring neighborhood.  With all that has transpired the last few years we all have become more unified.  I cannot imagine leaving- and thankfully I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a scary hour that flooded our minds with memories.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When they get home I will be sure to check on both mom and baby.  Your prayers for Colton and his mommy(to have peace)  are greatly appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1335881776556590209?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1335881776556590209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1335881776556590209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1335881776556590209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1335881776556590209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/eventful-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6111771075847664951</id><published>2009-08-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:59:05.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Poor baby because his daddy's response to his misery was to make fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370563295272601298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SogS3NJ5htI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OlvkWEbhDK0/s320/100_3607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor baby because he was suffering from colic.  We have learned that colic is a terrible affliction.  We have also learned that Ross suffered from such an affliction.  Upon completion of some research we learned that colic is excessive fussiness as the result of digestive issues or gas.  I decided to eliminate all dairy products from my diet and it seems to have done the trick.  Ross is much happier now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Baby because last night he received his first shot.  It was antibiotics for his first ear infection.  There is story here.  All day yesterday we had a very fussy Ross.  All he wanted was mommy and a moving mommy at that.  We figure it is the return of his colic.  After Ross' bath I noticed an issue with his 'family jewels' so I get on the computer and start searching.  Before Joel is even off the phone with Gramma(my mom) I am in tears.  Joel decides we are taking the conservative route and heading to see the docs.  Upon arrival (now this is the best part) at the hospital, as soon as we complete a half sheet form they call us to triage- ahead of the other waiting patients.  From triage we head straight to room and within 5 minutes are being examined by the doctor.  As it turns out baby's 'jewels' are okay.  However, his ear is not.  He has a middle ear infection.  We opted for the injection of antibiotics and the boy didn't even flinch when injected- but he did NOT like the liquid Tylenol.  POOR BABY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy, however, was a complete mess.  It was a very traumatic night for me.  When we were being led back to our bed they led us right past the room where we received the official word on Jacob.  For a second I thought they were sending us in there... I panicked.  I was finally able to relax as we were leaving LakePointe and I could take my boy with me in my arms.  A lot of emotions were stirred up for me but thankfully once home Joel took Ross as I passed out of exhaustion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ross slept good once he was asleep and seems to be feeling much better today- we are thankful it was caught early and that it was nothing major.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joel's new favorite line is, "God worked through Ross' testicles."  I find it a bit crude but I did marry the guy so I just have to deal.  Poor Baby his dad is making jokes about his privates. :0(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6111771075847664951?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6111771075847664951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6111771075847664951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6111771075847664951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6111771075847664951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SogS3NJ5htI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OlvkWEbhDK0/s72-c/100_3607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8013474515328883606</id><published>2009-08-10T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:57:52.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma, Papa and Ross</title><content type='html'>Typically in the mornings my parents have been entertaining Ross as I attempt to get some rest and Joel buckles down to work.  Grandma takes Ross outdoors and teaches him about all the sounds and sights.  Ross too has been teaching Grandma.  He is helping her to remember how to do things one handed.  She is headed home this week and we do not know how Ross is going to handle the abandonment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grandma takes Ross outside and Papa sees Ross, he takes a break from his back breaking work to impose his wisdom.  Papa has donned Ross with a few of our family heirlooms.  First he has affectionately begun to refer to Ross as 'Mutsy.'  And Second, he has been teaching Ross that in our family we don't have toes but 'pigs.'  And it is Papa's job to 'get your pigs.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Grandma was running errands, Joel was working, and I was baking bread.  And then Ross begins to demand attention.  Grandpa then proceeds to remove the wee one from his seat and console him.  What a treat! (This is not typical Papa behavior- guess Papa has a new favorite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny bit of trivia, my parents first son-in-law, first grandchild, ninth grandchild, and 21st grandchild all were born on the same day, June 30th.  Too bad only one is the favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8013474515328883606?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8013474515328883606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8013474515328883606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8013474515328883606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8013474515328883606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandma-papa-and-ross.html' title='Grandma, Papa and Ross'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1483527335653733776</id><published>2009-07-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:15:20.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SmpnWQO2SlI/AAAAAAAAAac/PUlPNnqRaJA/s1600-h/008+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362211938350025298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SmpnWQO2SlI/AAAAAAAAAac/PUlPNnqRaJA/s320/008+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ross, sleeping with a hand under his chin, much like daddy says mommy does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been a few weeks and we have yet to settle in completely. Ross is making habits but not the type for which we had hoped. Some nights he and I don't go to bed until morning. Why? We suspect gas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As it turns out my instinct about Ross has been proved dead on. He is a live wire. Jacob was so clam and easy going I told Joel that the next kid was going to be full of opinions. Jacob is his fathers son and Ross is his mothers. Sure enough Ross is challenging my experience.&lt;/div&gt;Daddy has decided mommy is not allowed to be around when Ross has his screaming matches. Today he sent me out of the house- he made me leave. So off I went, and upon my return the screaming had ceased- GO DAD!&lt;br /&gt;He has begun to stay awake and alert for 30 minutes at a time; sometimes even longer. In the past week Ross has even begun to observe faces. Now for getting those wakeful times to be during our wakeful times. But at least for me, my mom and Joel are here to allow me to nap when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362213400494456482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SmporXJPvqI/AAAAAAAAAa0/GXgVqt8CRcU/s320/100_3501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Napping with Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362212326103360802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Smpns0ucpSI/AAAAAAAAAas/kiC9aMSzU2c/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A visit from my "cousins."  The other day I was explaining to Sofia that Jac and Samantha are Ross' cousins.  She informed me that Ross is her cousin too.  Of course I could not deny it.  Later I overheard Brendan repeating it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362212110679453394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SmpngSNYrtI/AAAAAAAAAak/9zz3ovwiWkg/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My two babes napping on my lap.  They have learned to share with one another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The quote on the T-Shirt reads, "Nothings Wrong, Just Testing You."  Both boys wore this home from the Hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1483527335653733776?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1483527335653733776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1483527335653733776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1483527335653733776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1483527335653733776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/ross-sleeping-with-hand-under-his-chin.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SmpnWQO2SlI/AAAAAAAAAac/PUlPNnqRaJA/s72-c/008+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3178267882819474718</id><published>2009-07-02T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:55:10.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival of Ross</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And doing pretty well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy is learning what my schedule will be - Non Existant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am teaching her that eating is of utmost importance when I am awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some pics of my first few days... sorry the hospital's internet was far too slow to get any up sooner. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1EW0vU7RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wSpaMYwi_IU/s1600-h/Just+got+home+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354010690918346002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1EW0vU7RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wSpaMYwi_IU/s320/Just+got+home+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1ElluG17I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v6UDDct1Nkk/s1600-h/Just+got+home+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354010944584734642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1ElluG17I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v6UDDct1Nkk/s320/Just+got+home+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let me have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if we &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;had gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; labor. Sheesh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dad this was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; the easy way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1FUB4_kiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sp_TnwKinNg/s1600-h/Just+got+home+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354011742420570658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1FUB4_kiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/sp_TnwKinNg/s320/Just+got+home+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1FLswereI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jRHGeAkhQQs/s1600-h/Just+got+home+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354011599308762594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1FLswereI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jRHGeAkhQQs/s320/Just+got+home+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Proud and Tired daddy!  Stunned baby.                                                      Please just let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story. Monday night 11pm mom goes to bed. One hour and 40 minutes later, I, Ross, pop my balloon( for you folks that dont know- I broke my water.) 1am Tuesday mom, grandma, and daddy arrive at the hospital. Considering I am supposed to be born Thursday morning July 2nd the on call doctor decided I am ready to spring out a few days early. So at 2:58am I officially arrive via CSection. Thursday July 2nd the day I am expected to arrive is the day I arrive home from the hospital. Boy are mommy and daddy happy we all three are home. Since things with my brother did not go this way(he liked to have more attention that I do, we are dealing with different issues. Thankfully there are no nurses at home to upset mommy. But daddy was a Pro at dealing with those ladies so mommy could really focus on enjoying who else but ME, Ross Jacob. I may not be her first but I am loved just as much- who knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3178267882819474718?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3178267882819474718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3178267882819474718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3178267882819474718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3178267882819474718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/07/arrival-of-ross.html' title='Arrival of Ross'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sk1EW0vU7RI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/wSpaMYwi_IU/s72-c/Just+got+home+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-9129336242901169679</id><published>2009-06-30T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:12:06.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Boy</title><content type='html'>Ross Jacob 8lbs 3oz 19" 3am June 30th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-9129336242901169679?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9129336242901169679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=9129336242901169679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/9129336242901169679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/9129336242901169679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-boy.html' title='The Big Boy'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3650351362079676538</id><published>2009-06-26T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:24:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some belly shots have been requested. So in an attempt to silence the beggers here is photographic evidence that I just may be pregnant. Any further requests may be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVZOUM2sPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HTm8Hpo6_u8/s1600-h/100_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351781834675368178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVZOUM2sPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HTm8Hpo6_u8/s320/100_3310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVaDJ0OCII/AAAAAAAAAZc/noDTqZQwqHg/s1600-h/100_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351782742420752514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVaDJ0OCII/AAAAAAAAAZc/noDTqZQwqHg/s320/100_3306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;If these dont satisfy your desires for Joy and Ross belly pics well then you should have just come to see it in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a busy household as of late. My dad is remodeling part of my kitchen and washroom area. We have chosen to add a doggie door for the pooches, and they have already learned to make good use of it. Except while we are asleep- for some reason Smithers still barks to wake us up to let him out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVkwu30bwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uwMFDw4jH5w/s1600-h/100B3450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794520578354946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVkwu30bwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uwMFDw4jH5w/s320/100B3450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVkUFX4aFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uLu3Xo6417E/s1600-h/100_3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351794028402206802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVkUFX4aFI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uLu3Xo6417E/s320/100_3442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the project is complete I will get some photos up of my new breakfast nook. I am excited to gain some counter space, doors to close off my washroom, and a nook for my antique English breakfast table. &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/8455297992691301919-3650351362079676538?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3650351362079676538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3650351362079676538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3650351362079676538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3650351362079676538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/lately.html' title='Lately,'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SkVZOUM2sPI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HTm8Hpo6_u8/s72-c/100_3310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-643336029995288249</id><published>2009-06-10T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:44:35.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato's Tornado's</title><content type='html'>It is not quite the same, but when Sofia says it they sound Very similar.  This evening while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;en route&lt;/span&gt; with the kids to their house, I received a message from Misti stating that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockwall&lt;/span&gt; had a Tornado Warning.  You see, here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rockwall&lt;/span&gt; the Tornado Warning means, 'take cover.'  We quickly made our way to their home and made it before even a drop of rain fell. &lt;br /&gt;Once Misti arrived we watched the news as the storm sped closer.  Brendan pulled out his lantern so we could have some light, it was great thinking on his part!  He also informed my mother and I that we could hide three places, Mommies closet, Sofia's bathroom, or the washroom.  But not the washroom today because we put Doc Holiday and Wyatt Erp(their labs) in the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, it hits.  But only as my mom is talking to my dad on the phone and he says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;These&lt;/span&gt; storms always blow over, they never hit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rockwall&lt;/span&gt;."  And what happens next?  But Sofia runs screaming into the living room.  Why you ask?  Because she heard the Tomato sirens sound and saw lightening.  To which my mom tells him, "We are headed into the bathroom to take cover."  My dads response, "Oh yeah! you better go then."&lt;br /&gt;I called Joel as we entered cover, he did Not hear the tornado sirens, huh?!  Glad I called him.  He ushered the dogs into the hall, and soon discovered that the only room in our house with an a/c vent is the hall.  Poor guy.  I failed to remember to call him once the sirens ended and the major part of the storm had passed.  Poor guy he sat in the hall with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Smithers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;scratching&lt;/span&gt;!! the door to go lay on the couch, Scout growling and shaking in the corner and Snickers attempting to get someone to play with her.  All while Lilly happily lay on the cool wood floor.  So I called him as I was leaving my safe haven- oops!  I did not mention to him that I had exited my cover spot 20 minutes prior!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sofia was glad once the 'tomato flew away'.  However, upon leaving the bathroom she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; wants us to reenter, as she does not appreciate the thunder and lightening. &lt;br /&gt;We successfully made it through the storm and back home.  I am now sandwiched by Lilly the Lab and Snickers being kicked in the kidney's for the umpteenth time today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-643336029995288249?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/643336029995288249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=643336029995288249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/643336029995288249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/643336029995288249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomatos-tornados.html' title='Tomato&apos;s Tornado&apos;s'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5572567579352644422</id><published>2009-06-03T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:45:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Rest</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at the breakfast table having finished my mom's fluffy home-made pancakes. Not too bad of a perk considering. You see, Joel realized that having doctors orders requiring me to stay on bed rest meant more work for him. Considering how much he had been doing prior to the Bed Rest orders, Joel decided that mother was needed. So he quickly called my mom, got her on a plane and thus we have a self proclaimed maid.&lt;br /&gt;What does having my mother here mean? Well, it is hot breakfast, hot lunch and fabulous dinners. Laundry is getting done, grocery shopping is kept up with, and I have company! I haven't seen the inside of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fridge&lt;/span&gt; for days now, I usually know its contents by memory.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I am not going stir crazy. I am keeping busy, which I am sure helps. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Pinball; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;; and Thank You notes to write.&lt;br /&gt;What I wish I could be doing? Cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the floors, bathing the dogs, organizing my misc pile, packing up the home decor items that will be in dad's way when he arrives, watering my flower beds, mowing and edging the lawns. But the most important activity that I wish I could enjoy is Swimming, with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kidos&lt;/span&gt; I spend most of my days with.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, here I sit, sometimes lay, looking out the window wishing I could go enjoy the outdoors the way I like best- yard work.&lt;br /&gt;I know my place for now is on this couch. This couch that is becoming more and more uncomfortable as time passes. I am fulfilling my first responsibility as Ross' mother. Problem is, Ross is learning that mom caters to his whims. But he is soon going to learn that my world does Not revolve around him- well, not all the time anyways!&lt;br /&gt;Bed Rest: giving in to the child within your womb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5572567579352644422?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5572567579352644422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5572567579352644422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5572567579352644422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5572567579352644422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/06/bed-rest.html' title='Bed Rest'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6842506731263001489</id><published>2009-05-31T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:03:29.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross</title><content type='html'>Recently we had a 4D picture session of Ross. He did not cooperate at our first session so we were forced to reschedule. The problem there is that we were already on the edge of Ross being too large to get some good shots of him. Well, we returned a few days later and attempted another session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the best photos we got of my big boy. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342019059154225730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SiKqB_RBCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/S9NAUS5grWA/s320/Ross+4D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6842506731263001489?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6842506731263001489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6842506731263001489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6842506731263001489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6842506731263001489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/ross.html' title='Ross'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SiKqB_RBCkI/AAAAAAAAAY8/S9NAUS5grWA/s72-c/Ross+4D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5822223180682238597</id><published>2009-05-26T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:53:48.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I sit, I mean lay.  This morning was our typical Tuesday morning.  Get up and head straight to the doctors office for our weekly Bio Physical Profile.  And then...&lt;br /&gt;The long pause with the over interest in the results from the sonogramist, "Everthing is good."  So off to see the OB as is pre scheduled.  Upon arrival we are informed by the doctor that Ross' growth rate has slowed, enough to make him concerned.  So now we get to add bed rest to the regimen of shots, BPP's and NST's.   But wait, there's more! (in the voice of Billy Mays!)  Tomorrow we head into Dallas to have a study done on the placentia to see if the slow in Ross' growth is due to a lack of blood flow, the placentia, or ???  &lt;br /&gt;So here I lay after 7 hours wondering how it will be possible to maintain this position for 5 weeks.  I am allowed up to use the restroom, bathe, and sit just long enough to eat.  The worst part is knowing that my role as the "pool chaperone" does not look promising.  Just what I need, restriction from my most favorite/most relaxing activity that I look forward to each new day.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kidos...&lt;br /&gt;On a bit of the brighter side... since laying here Ross has decided he is going to practice his gymnastics.  :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5822223180682238597?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5822223180682238597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5822223180682238597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5822223180682238597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5822223180682238597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-i-sit-i-mean-lay.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5905216103910469498</id><published>2009-05-01T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:00:53.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evening Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Usually&lt;/span&gt; between 8:30p and 10:30p Joel and I are delighted to watch the most entertaining show.  You may have heard of it, Ross' Antics.  It is quite interesting.  To watch I simply lift my shirt and sit back.  And the fun begins.  Belly changes into all sorts of shapes.  Ross jumps, rolls and stretches, making for quite a show.  Last week has brought some new discoveries too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I roll over or adjust, I then feel Ross follow suit.  It is hysterical, to me. &lt;br /&gt;Since working in the local Accountants office, I have realized more of Ross' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preferences&lt;/span&gt;.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; having a sore belly.  Then one day I figured it out.  If I leaned forward to type and my belly touched the edge of the desk, Ross would push against the corner of the desk.  Thus resulting in my sore spot.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; he needs not be disturbed.  Since, I have come to realize that if a waist band is too tight, Ross will let me know, of course, by kicking or hitting it repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;There is a live wire within me, it appears my son has one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5905216103910469498?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5905216103910469498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5905216103910469498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5905216103910469498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5905216103910469498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/05/evening-entertainment.html' title='Evening Entertainment'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8056088243674638942</id><published>2009-04-15T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:46:58.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artistic Athlete...</title><content type='html'>Here I sit after checking my barrage of emails, face covered in tear residue, pretty relaxed considering many things that should be one way(in my opinion) are totally not working out correctly!  And yet my bloodpressure hasn't risen a bit.  Why?  Because my big guy( I can't call him my lil guy- Jacob will forever claim that one, as well as my lil cuddle bug) is nudging me reminding me of his ever presence.  He loves to make sure that I know his comfort should be my highest priority. &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my pups are hoping they rank high enough on my priority list to get their needs filled.  The Smithers is knocking on the back door ever few minutes in an attempt to get me to get up from my comfy spot so he can come in- not gunna happen until I am hungry enough to get some dinner.  Jack screams when Smithers knocks, and I yell at Jack to hush it!  Scout and the ladies are peacefully laying on the couch waiting for mama to feed them and yet here I sit typing. &lt;br /&gt;Because Sofia calls Ross, Rossy on occasion, I have taken to calling him my Rossy Poo(no comments on that one please).  Tomorrow morning we have a scheduled sonogram and thus begins the post Jacob drama!  A bunch of hoop jumping just because Ross' brother was always in a hurry.  From now on it will be a NST (Non Stress Test); and the following week will be a BPP(BioPhysicalProfile) basically an indepth sono gram.  Not to mention now I get to see the ob every two weeks.  WooHoo!  Doc appointments all around!  Seems like Ross is developing into a part-time job that will be costing me, rather than paying me(well at least financially). &lt;br /&gt;Joel and I are SO looking forward to another addition.  I am quite certain that this child will have all the opinions of his parents combined, AND his mothers habits for expressing his displeasure.  Boy am I in for a challenge!  At 26 weeks, he was kicking so hard that my hand would be propelled off my belly- how strong will he be in several weeks from now.  I am affraid he will be able to kick a hole right through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8056088243674638942?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8056088243674638942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8056088243674638942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8056088243674638942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8056088243674638942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/artistic-athlete.html' title='The Artistic Athlete...'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8765639143107778857</id><published>2009-04-02T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:28:57.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In celebration of my birthday anniversary Joel took me out to dinner. We ate at Zanata; a fabulous local joint that we love. One because it has great service and food, two it is privately owned by two brothers and the Chef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great night. With each course a new gift was delivered by our fun waiter. With the appetizer was a single red rose(my favorite from Joel). After my main course was my card, which included a lengthy message from my Love. The close of the card had 3 PS's. First was from Jacob: "Skittles says Hi!" Second was Ross: "Keep the chocolate coming!" and Lastly a final message from Joel. It was a great card. To tell the truth I wasn't sure how Joel would beat the last two years of gifts. 2007 I was given a cute little companion, my Snickers. 2008 I woke up for the first time with my son home with me. And this year could not have been a better follow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the best was still yet to come. As our Gelato was delivered so was a red box containing a beautiful necklace. It looks like an upside down heart. But when you look closely it is a mother holding her child. How sweet. It is totally my style(which is not easy to figure). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know... it totally comes across as bragging, and you are right that is exactly what I am doing. I am so proud to declare that Joel did a Fabulous job planning a great birthday celebration after two spectacular years and the last year we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that is left now... I better start planning his, as his birthday is a week away. Any Ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320301828755970098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SdWCUzjcWDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/z5sDy9dYWdE/s320/100_2924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8765639143107778857?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8765639143107778857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8765639143107778857' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8765639143107778857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8765639143107778857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/04/another.html' title='Another...'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SdWCUzjcWDI/AAAAAAAAAY0/z5sDy9dYWdE/s72-c/100_2924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2305950497931753887</id><published>2009-03-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:57:43.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Little Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jacob was the easiest baby and his new brother Ross is proving to have his own personality as to not confuse anyone. Along with being an easy baby my pregnancy with Jacob was easy peasy. Ross on the other hand is proving to be the hellion I predicted. You see, when Jacob came home and was such an easy going guy I told Joel, "The next child we have one is going to be a difficult one." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy is Ross proving me right. He is one active boy, loving to kick and roll. I have three months to go and I am wondering how I will make it. I am so tired. My belly is so heavy. Additionally, my inability to work out at the start of this pregnancy has led to an out of shape Joy, which is never a happy Joy. I am hoping Doc will allow me to begin some very light walking soon, I can't even go into a store for more than 10 minutes before I am in need of sitting with my feet up- sheesh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How bad will I be when he quadruples his weight? The book I read last week said Ross is about 2lbs. I am wondering if maybe the doc got the date wrong!!! He says he will be ecstatic if Ross remains in place until June(keep in mind I am due July 13th). If all goes Perfectly Ross will be removed from my belly on July 1st, but considering my history with Jake, coming at 32 weeks and all, we know that &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; can happen at &lt;strong&gt;anytime&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are excited to meet him but are patient for him arrive... we still have lots to do before he shows his face anyways. Gram needs to come put her touch on the nursery, daddy Joel needs to chop down some trees and prep for Papa's construction projects. And mommy needs to remember to feed the little monster. Yes, that's right, I refer to my boy as "mommy's little monster." "Handsome devil" was already deemed by handsome nephew Ryan. And to tell the truth this one is going to be live wire challenging all my experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316567110731771074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Scg9nmuxLMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VyAQyB_s7X4/s320/Ross+Belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-2305950497931753887?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2305950497931753887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2305950497931753887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2305950497931753887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2305950497931753887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommys-little-monster.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Little Monster'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Scg9nmuxLMI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VyAQyB_s7X4/s72-c/Ross+Belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3925327768574363818</id><published>2009-03-02T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:07:07.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever of North Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;UPDATE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    Joel and I received a call this morning informing us of how Freckles is doing.  We are Very pleased to inform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.  While Freckles was enjoying a walk with his family(Mocha included), they were confronted by a large dog.  This strange dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggressively&lt;/span&gt; approached Mocha and Freckles immediately jumped in the middle and forced the dog back.  His family was so proud!  They said that he has been doing fantastic, playing well with the girls and still having enough energy to rough house with their dad.  And minding the manners Joel and I were able to teach him.  We couldn't be happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sawc0h0QTgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qFM-JSnmD5c/s1600-h/Freckles%2520Adoption%252003.01.09%2520%25287%2529%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308649749519289858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sawc0h0QTgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qFM-JSnmD5c/s320/Freckles%2520Adoption%252003.01.09%2520%25287%2529%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In one of my former posts I mentioned Max, the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tzu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that we found, fostered and then adopted to a family with two loving parents and adorable daughters. We were able to find such a great home thanks to the rescue group we joined, Friends Forever of North Texas. I love dog rescues, however, many 'rescues' do not do due &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diligence&lt;/span&gt; when adopting a pup to a family. We are fortunate to partner with a group that heavily screens any potential family. In addition as the foster family we have the opportunity to meet with the family and evaluate their how suited they are for a specific dog. The high standards of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FFNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; falls right in line with our values and we are SO thrilled to have found the organization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know many out there may think I am nuts for taking in more dogs when I have my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;handful&lt;/span&gt;. However you should see the bright side, when I do see a pup running out and fail to find its home I now have a way to get the word out. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to make the dreaded decision of sending him/her to local shelter or keeping them, both of which just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; cut it for me or Joel. I get to know that I can train this pup how to live with a family, to be house trained, kennel trained, and learn the ins and outs of its personality so the potential adoptive family know ALL the positives and Negatives of this adorable face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since that time Joel and I have had to opportunity to foster two more dogs. Our Second Foster was Freckles. A large boy who is about the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Smithers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He joined our family several weeks ago and we got to teach him how to live inside a home with a family. He quickly learned all that he needed to, a tribute to his keen mind(he is one smart pup!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took Freckles to his forever home. His family does not live too far from us (we offered to dog sit whenever, as he is a joy to have around). It was such a great day! We showed him around their home, introduced him to the guinea pigs, by which he was quite intrigued. The girls did SO well with him... it was fabulous. He has a beautiful yard we know he will enjoy with his new brother Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308649896662084434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sawc9F91K1I/AAAAAAAAAYk/SP4O9LReSsI/s320/Freckles%2520Adoption%252003.01.09%2520%25283%2529%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; YEAH for Freckles!!! You are one lucky pup to have such a Great family to play with!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3925327768574363818?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3925327768574363818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3925327768574363818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3925327768574363818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3925327768574363818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-forever-of-north-texas.html' title='Friends Forever of North Texas'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/Sawc0h0QTgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qFM-JSnmD5c/s72-c/Freckles%2520Adoption%252003.01.09%2520%25287%2529%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4601474712037851637</id><published>2009-02-25T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:54:55.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO JOEL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am So proud to announce that Joel has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mudded&lt;/span&gt; our washroom wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew he could do it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when he was not so confident in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;abilities&lt;/span&gt; I was convinced he was capable of doing a better job than even I could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And boy did my man prove me right!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did a fabulous job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he cleaned up the whole mess!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell ya all, I am a blessed woman to have a handy man that does his own clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Love! I even called a few of your friends to brag on you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4601474712037851637?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4601474712037851637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4601474712037851637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4601474712037851637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4601474712037851637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-joel.html' title='GO JOEL!!!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4668983833917440490</id><published>2009-02-11T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T19:25:42.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially,</title><content type='html'>It is Ross Jacob.  He is due to arrive at the close of June, maybe the start of July.  We pray he does not have the same impatience his brother claims.  He has already shown us that he is a different person than his brother, he refused to cooperate for the sonogram.  Jacob was perfectly behaved, he was the angel he soon would become.  Ross on the other hand... we can't count how many pics were tossed out because he didn't want peepers.  Unfortuantly docs want photo proof that the kidneys, stomic, heart and body are all working as designed. &lt;br /&gt;Gram and Gramps were in attendance and were able to see the live footage of bug-a-boo number two.    The flips and turns, rolling over, all his acrobatic stunts were witnessed by two very endearing, caring, loving grandparents.  I know that Grandma and Papa Ridenour miss having been there but luckily they get to be here in person for my little trouble's arrival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4668983833917440490?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4668983833917440490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4668983833917440490' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4668983833917440490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4668983833917440490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/02/officially.html' title='Officially,'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-7441027838499021066</id><published>2009-01-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T19:17:50.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times</title><content type='html'>Recently Joel and I were purging and whilst we were busy filling boxes for Helping Hands we failed to notice that there was a protest in process. Smithers wasn't quite ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWlfSHjelEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iZx9yD7QbIc/s1600-h/100_2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289864002193495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWlfSHjelEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iZx9yD7QbIc/s320/100_2507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We added to our collection of baby pictures this week. All seems well according to the doc. He has his guess as to the sex, but considering how far along we are, I am not placing bets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But go ahead and make yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289869704002231506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWlkeAcnXNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gx9CoLCEC88/s320/100_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-7441027838499021066?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7441027838499021066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=7441027838499021066' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7441027838499021066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7441027838499021066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-and-times.html' title='The Life and Times'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWlfSHjelEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/iZx9yD7QbIc/s72-c/100_2507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8804312588637487175</id><published>2009-01-04T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:21:12.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello... Goodbye...</title><content type='html'>This last week was an exciting one for us. We said hello to my newest niece, Grace Rosemarie. My sisters special gift from God(she was told she wouldn't have children- imagine her surprise!) Best part of all is that she was created when my Jacob was born!! It is wonderful to know that she is sandwiched by my two babes. It wasn't an easy road but she is here happy and healthy. Sadly she has the Ridenour girl's temper! Good Luck GG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287519019948282306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWEKiL8jkcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/v-E6wbPNWNk/s320/Grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tradition dictates we enjoyed breakfast with Joel's wonderful father for his birthday, New Years Eve(the day Grace was born- poor thing she has his birthday!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great week that started bitter sweet. Who am I kidding, it was Very Sweet! We enjoyed a day with Max and his new family at their home. Max's family has two girls 12 and 8, the excitement their faces beamed with as they played with Max and showed him around was priceless and will forever be branded on my heart. As we left he was in the yard running around with the family- it was so precious! He is now with his family and we are thrilled to have helped them come together. I think the best part is all the updates I get about the adorable girls and their puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287519302052653378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWEKym3eqUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/leULKaOUO8o/s320/Max+%26+Froggy+Again!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8804312588637487175?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8804312588637487175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8804312588637487175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8804312588637487175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8804312588637487175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2009/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='Hello... Goodbye...'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SWEKiL8jkcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/v-E6wbPNWNk/s72-c/Grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-7413250351030344589</id><published>2008-11-18T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:12:24.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SSOSCsd4mOI/AAAAAAAAASM/l36AeROah3w/s1600-h/100_2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270216563947509986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SSOSCsd4mOI/AAAAAAAAASM/l36AeROah3w/s320/100_2389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay not completely. The other day I found this gem running across 205. We are hoping a Lhasa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apso&lt;/span&gt; Rescue will contact us soon. Anyone know of a good home for this energetic lovable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; guy?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-7413250351030344589?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7413250351030344589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=7413250351030344589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7413250351030344589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7413250351030344589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our Newest Addition'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SSOSCsd4mOI/AAAAAAAAASM/l36AeROah3w/s72-c/100_2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1992282792423730048</id><published>2008-11-08T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:48:51.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small News</title><content type='html'>We think this says it all... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266454328863801410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SRY0Tym-wEI/AAAAAAAAASE/xEAGhKSt3-4/s320/100_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1992282792423730048?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1992282792423730048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1992282792423730048' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1992282792423730048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1992282792423730048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-news.html' title='Small News'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SRY0Tym-wEI/AAAAAAAAASE/xEAGhKSt3-4/s72-c/100_2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5362860688560664621</id><published>2008-10-30T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:59:33.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallmark Hell?</title><content type='html'>Sent to me today, I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;"While God is so very good I find Satan so very busy. I am not writing to suggest picking fights with Satan, but neither do I feel like fearing him when I have God on my side. so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO HELL WITH THE DEVIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As believers have many terrific holidays to celebrate the life and faith we are blessed with. Christmas, and the Easter season are of course cornerstone to our faith. As Americans we also have Independence Day, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, Veterans Day, Presidents Day, and even the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown on Halloween. We celebrate love and romance on Valentines Day, We remember our Mothers on Mothers Day, and our Fathers on Fathers Day.. and for the rest of the holidays.. well those are only for the U.S. Post Office. &lt;br /&gt;While I am not sure Hallmark will jump on board with a blaze red card but today I am going to celebrate TO HELL WITH THE DEVIL DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well maybe not celebrate, but with a devilishly grin of irony remember that after all the HELL he has shared with mankind, for all the wars, the Hitlers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Husseins&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stalins&lt;/span&gt;, the Holocausts, the Lions v. Christians in the Roman Coliseums, and in the end so many have suffered because of more than just man giving in to Satan’s lures, hate, and evil.. MORE THAN THIS.. and more than man's role and responsibility there still SLITHERS SATAN and his eternal home is Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOR ALL YOU DO.. THIS HELL'S FOR YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To hell with his schemes, to hell with his plans.. to hell with his defiance of the God we serve. To hell with his torments, to hell with his temptations, to hell with the emptiness he offers, to hell with his deceptions as the angelic poser, to hell with the darkness he slithers in, and the rocks he slithers under... to hell with his subtle compromises offered on slippery slopes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... GO TO HELL SATAN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; What’s that you say Satan? you are there already?? Well get used to it. Is it hot enough for you?? To hell with the sadness and despair you inspire.. to hell with the loneliness and fears you encourage.. to hell with the rage you fuel. To hell with the hopelessness, and mocking whispers in our ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To hell with your plans.. TO HELL WITH YOU!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OBTW&lt;/span&gt; while you are turning ever slowly in eternities rotisserie.. thank you for inspiring me to receive Gods free grace and love and forgiveness, and ultimately eternity in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the damage he has done, and will do.. and no matter who he tragically takes along with him.. in the end.. in the very end.. I will smile that this source of madness, hatred, and controlled evil will be eternally damned to hell. The phrase eternal punishment never sounded so good as when it relates to the devil.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. hey.. I know I scared many of you today, but I feel much better. Dare I say.. a H-E- double hockey sticks of a lot better. Better because my life has hope, your life has hope.. we will stumble, we will fall, we will face trials, and our fears, but we live by grace.. not by our perfection, or even our relative goodness. So while my TO HELL WITH THE DEVIL momentary attitude may give my a bit of a raging sense of relief that this SNAKE will get his in the TRUE END.. and while this does bring a mean smile to my face.. and a bit of guilty pleasure in my GET &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EVENISM&lt;/span&gt; attitude towards Satan.. the real smile I have, and you should have is the smile of a sinner saved by grace. THIS IS NOT A TRITE CHRISTIAN CLICHE.&lt;br /&gt;Remember.. God does NOT need you or me, but more importantly he wants us! Grace and forgiveness are true gifts from our perfect creator, and are the one true hope for mankind. Guilt, despair, and the related haunting memories of guilt are only the result of an unrepentant heart, and a 'grace unrealized'. &lt;br /&gt;May God give you the smile of peace that He is in control and when life appears to have GONE TO HELL.. that is the devil talking. Let's live in the light and truth of God, and not deceived in the darkness and lies of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;One last comment. I am not loony, and this is not be the ongoing focus of my emails. Most days you will find me wandering my world smiling and focused on a deep personal faith that I intend to affect my public cartooning policies. Today was just a day of a little scream therapy for the soul.&lt;br /&gt; Jeff,      &lt;a href="http://us.mc354.mail.yahoo.com/mc/compose?to=thebackpewguy@thebackpew.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" ymailto="mailto:thebackpewguy@thebackpew.com"&gt;thebackpewguy@thebackpew.com&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks Mom, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;amused&lt;/span&gt; and laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5362860688560664621?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5362860688560664621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5362860688560664621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5362860688560664621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5362860688560664621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/hallmark-hell.html' title='Hallmark Hell?'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6358210645092056085</id><published>2008-10-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:28:00.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Tales</title><content type='html'>About one month ago the dogs were quite interested in something in the back yard.  Since, SOME of the dogs still escape the yard(much to my aggitation) I called them in.  They did not come, I yelled, and they still did not come.  Then, I used the tone!  You know the one.  And in trotts Smithers- with some splatters on his face.  What could it be?&lt;br /&gt;When Scout(aka Mr. Obedient) refused to come I knew something was up.  I told Joel where they had congregated.  He grabbed a light and sure enough found it- a shredded cat.  Poor homeless cat- it was now going to have a permenant home- the Dump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWD&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; To last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for everyone's bath- including our Beaut of a cat Ginger.  Joel offered to help.  He held her and I scrubbed and rinsed.  I think the best part of all of it was not Joel's resulting wounds(have you ever tried to bathe a cat?); it was the time frame.  You see, the weeks before Ginger's bath she had begun to like Joel.  I mean really like Joel.  Almost as much as my niece Jac loved HER Joel.  If he was sitting and she was allowed in the room, she was in his lap- Cuddling!!!  [This cat lets few people see her, and even fewer touch her soft fur(I think Ang and I are it.)]  Yes, curled up in his lap, her head on his chest- Purring!!!  And he says he doesn't like cats.  In the words of Caryn Joyce, "Yeah Right!"&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she has been in hiding ever since.  I think I put an end to that extra marital affair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6358210645092056085?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6358210645092056085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6358210645092056085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6358210645092056085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6358210645092056085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/cat-tales.html' title='Cat Tales'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6948400581535159687</id><published>2008-10-02T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:42:15.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>The Setting;  At home, on the couches watching/listening to the Cubs vs. Dodgers game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Characters;  Joel, the sports enthusiast husband- whom thinks he has a great sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;                      and Joylynn, me.  The fiesty, loud, smirky wife- whom does Know she has a fabulous singing voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joylynn, aka Me:  AhhhhhhAhAHHHHH... ah ha ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! (singing as if she is Arial the Little Mermaid- beautifully).  Then she does it- her volume level triples startling the house.  Why?  Because I, I mean, she feels like it.  She is in a rambunctious mood.  Then the sheer volume is not enough she begins to Purposefully crack her voice.  She is now singing as though she is Anastacia or Drizella from Cinderella.  Finally her line,&lt;br /&gt;   "If Cinderella is ever done on Broadway I could totally be cast as Anastacia or Drizella.  Because not only could I be that mean but I am also BEAUTIFUL, AND I can sing so it sounds like I am trying to hit the notes but just can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel, "Or you could actually try to hit the notes!  Haha I am so funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6948400581535159687?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6948400581535159687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6948400581535159687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6948400581535159687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6948400581535159687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4048456396741220760</id><published>2008-10-02T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:38:53.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephew the Marine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The nation may be proud of all its marines, but we Ridenour girls are Very proud of this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUhYgXTQLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TNA2e_TraHo/s1600-h/100_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252641245285793970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUhYgXTQLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TNA2e_TraHo/s320/100_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just returned from a trip to SoCal to watch him graduate from boot camp and participate in a family photo documentary. I have several favorite pics of that weekend. Here are just a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252635433154146082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUcGMfIbyI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ivl0bglfGXE/s320/100_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Two little princesses with their handsome prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His proud parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252642873148196002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUi3Qn8RKI/AAAAAAAAARM/dSyy29dmo6s/s320/100_2086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His proud parents... to see your son fulfill his dream... it must be exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the2 hour drive from graduation to my parents house I was given some carpool buddies. It just so happens that my buddies were three junior high boys. I showed them... I returned the boys only after buying them Whatever they wanted from Starbucks of all places. Nothing works better than caffine and sugar- combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boys with the Marine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252642102433412114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUiKZfN9BI/AAAAAAAAARE/78Z0mUf5aw0/s320/100_2158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From our day together as a family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252639265638307058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUflRmj1PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nAu50DhCjSc/s320/100_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My mother, my sisters(me too!), and my grown nieces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4048456396741220760?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4048456396741220760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4048456396741220760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4048456396741220760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4048456396741220760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-nephew-marine.html' title='My Nephew the Marine'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SOUhYgXTQLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/TNA2e_TraHo/s72-c/100_2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4513925695796443671</id><published>2008-09-30T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:03:50.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catan- some new european board game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Board games usually get old after a few times. But with Catan the board is anew each time you play. To get it you just have to play. Want to? Come on over, yes YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Board games are a great way to get in some fun fellowship- anyone game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consider this an open invitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I type I am sitting in the park while Brendan is playing on the merry-go-round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too good to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4513925695796443671?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4513925695796443671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4513925695796443671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4513925695796443671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4513925695796443671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-game.html' title='A New Game...'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-9173454502304200894</id><published>2008-09-16T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:16:48.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four = Too Many; Five = Hilarity! or better yet, Insanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week while my lovely friend Erin was visiting, I found a stray yellow lab. Later we learned her name is MapleAnne. After walking her in hopes she would lead us to her home, we ended back at our house. We couldn't leave her out in the cold, so she happily slept on our bed along with our other Fur Babies. In the morning Erin and I walked her again in hopes she would lead us to her home. And yet again, no luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who do not know, you can take a stray to a local vet and ask them to scan the pet for a micro chip. If you are a pet owner- please spay/nueter your pet AND get it micro chipped(be sure to register the chip)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to MapleAnne. After having no luck with my neighbors I decided to drive MapleAnne to my vets office and see if she was chipped- no she isn't. The vets office called the Animal Shelter and we all learned that her owners were looking for her. And indeed they wanted her back. Later that afternoon we returned her, just a few doors down- go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I was rudely awakened(Thank you Snickers!!!) to my lil wienie doggie alerting us that there was something going on that she did NOT approve of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MapleAnne. She was sitting on our front porch- happily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aparently she had a great time last week and was in need of another play date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246761091347086434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SNA9af8VfGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sYfyOuTqAWI/s320/100_1990.JPG" border="0" /&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/8455297992691301919-9173454502304200894?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9173454502304200894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=9173454502304200894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/9173454502304200894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/9173454502304200894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-too-many-five-hilarity-or-better.html' title='Four = Too Many; Five = Hilarity! or better yet, Insanity.'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SNA9af8VfGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sYfyOuTqAWI/s72-c/100_1990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4268728880887625263</id><published>2008-09-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:43:45.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone See It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 1, 2004. After knowing one another for 7 1/2 years we joined as One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On that fateful day we participated in a symbolic gesture;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a gesture which represented our two individual lives becoming One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We poured two vats of sugar into one vase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a beautiful piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With time it was evolving from granuals into a solid piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The colors were fading into white(the color for purity).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246432845328405650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SM8S4EO91JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/r7VFr2HnoJ8/s320/100_1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then, recently, we awoke in the darkness to a crash.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, the vase had fallen, shattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And our symblism of our marriage was altered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much like our marriage was recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The symbolism is ironic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It is an all too familiar reminder;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just when you think your solid, you cant be shaken from your faith&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-you fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Only to crash and shatter into millions of pieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, this morning I swept up all the remaining particles and pieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were still solid chunks amidst the ones that shattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246437289526383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SM8W6wKVVNI/AAAAAAAAAP0/dLllQwMykU4/s320/100_1974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chunks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Serving as an even more previlent reminder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A glimmer of hope, a bit of light in the surrounding darkness;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not all is lost, for not every bit was shattered,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is still Hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, As time progresses further,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as we continue to join together and support one another&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our 'marriage' will continue to solidify;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;to become one- again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246442920802454818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SM8cCiTLDSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AmmvK0BSTv4/s320/Us+at+night.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please join us in prayer that I, Joy, will get my joy back.  That it will be restored unto me.  I am not the same person(and who would expect me to be?).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are surviving and hope for a future that holds... (what?) we don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4268728880887625263?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4268728880887625263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4268728880887625263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4268728880887625263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4268728880887625263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/anyone-see-it.html' title='Anyone See It?'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SM8S4EO91JI/AAAAAAAAAPs/r7VFr2HnoJ8/s72-c/100_1963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3553647650787795310</id><published>2008-09-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:51:41.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SMf648ygmjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fJ20a9xL78w/s1600-h/Erin+Talia+and+Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244436147393829426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SMf648ygmjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fJ20a9xL78w/s320/Erin+Talia+and+Joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three girls having too much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3553647650787795310?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3553647650787795310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3553647650787795310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3553647650787795310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3553647650787795310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-girls-having-too-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SMf648ygmjI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fJ20a9xL78w/s72-c/Erin+Talia+and+Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8467434748189216215</id><published>2008-09-09T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:37:58.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends, New Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; It is Sunday, late afternoon, one summer night in 1992!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was sitting in a large church van next to this strawberry blonde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is in one Excited mood. We are on the way to WallyBall- a church group specialty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it turns out, this is the beginning of a great friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now 15 YEARS, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no wait &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; years later she has flown with her adorable 'lil Erin' for a Fabulous visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244229179546714994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SMc-p1eew3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/EnyAWYGbBtI/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a great time, well at least I did! We introduced Talia and her mommy Erin to the Wii Fit; went for not enough walks; played cards as is tradition and had some Martinelli's(We missed you Cara!)!!&lt;/p&gt;But the best part of all was learning how Smart Talia is, she is just like her mommy! The words she knows already... goodness.  The cutest of all, watching her brush her almost nonexistant hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244230967529130306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SMdAR6OtSUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tXC1T2J9INo/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8467434748189216215?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8467434748189216215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8467434748189216215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8467434748189216215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8467434748189216215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-friends-new-adventures.html' title='Old Friends, New Adventures'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SMc-p1eew3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/EnyAWYGbBtI/s72-c/P1010008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-9197231637010783064</id><published>2008-08-24T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:03:55.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumber Parties</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a huge milestone.  Not only did I watch Brendan and Sofia but they spent the night.  We were all prepared for Sofia to get upset at bed time and need to go home.  However this amazing little girl surpassed all of our expectations.  Not only did she not cry, but she did not even waiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofia, Joel and I are SO Proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then to top it all off, this little girl decided to start swimming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofia, you are making all sorts of progress...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know your mommy and daddy must be thrilled beyond belief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY! SOFIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-9197231637010783064?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/9197231637010783064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=9197231637010783064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/9197231637010783064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/9197231637010783064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/slumber-parties.html' title='Slumber Parties'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-7032677431291538501</id><published>2008-08-21T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:58:26.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Food Ramblings!</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in Mc Donalds.  No, I am Not eating their food, though I may in a few minutes(who can resist the scent, the fabulous aroma of the deep fried not a bit of nutritional value sliced potatoes?  Not I!  Not today).  I brought my kids here(well not mine, but I like them just the same).  They are busy on the indoor playground as I sit here and type.  I am SO excited.  We all get to do that which we love most!  Me- blog, email, surf the web(okay not what I love the most but it is pretty entertaining); and the kids, my kids : ), Sofia and Brendan get to run, play, yell, scream and interact with other humans relative to their size.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to the grease drenched fries!  Can anyone out there resist the temptation?  I swear Jacob ruined me.  Or as Joel likes to say, improved my sense of taste!  Formerly I would eat fast food, once in awhile.  But, when I did it was the One, the Only true hamburger joint- In-N-Out!  All you Cali friends know what I am talking about.  There is no burger like an In-N-Out burger!!!!  When I get to cali in a few weeks I will gorge on one.  In college I would eat TWO DOUBLE CHEESE burgers on Sunday afternoon.  (Don't be ashamed Jennifer Thomas, I was only a freshman, I had yet to declare a major so I hadn't yet known what I do now(not that it would have stopped me.)) Alright back to how my Sweet Boy ruined me.  There was no In-N-Out here in Texas, so I was quite selective of what and especially where I ate.  Then it happened.  Yes it- a craving.  And there was Mc Donalds. &lt;br /&gt;I saw temptation and I partook, and now what.  I am no longer feeding my body and that of a growing baby but yet this temptation remains!!  What am I to do.  That which I know- run in the morning so when I sit in McDonalds later in the day and smell the fried, greasy, salty and oh so bad fries, I will remember the pain and agony that I forced myself to endure only hours before.  The agony that I had to endure because I used the excuse of growing a baby to permit myself to be a glutton.  And then to make it worse, I stopped caring about myself and consumed so many bad things using my bad lot in life as my next excuse.&lt;br /&gt;It is anyone's guess what my next excuse will be.  Any bets?&lt;br /&gt;Bad things, bad food(is there such a thing?).  Yes.  To make it worse- I asked my Wonderful mother to teach me how to make her famous Chocolate pudding pie.  Shame on me.  I should of had her teach me (AGAIN!) how to make her Whole grain, completely all natural, and organic wheat bread.  But, alas I did not.  I chose to teach myself how to make the only chocolate pudding pie that I will eat.  I am so picky I will only eat hers and now I know how to make it.  Worst part is that I usually have all the ingredients on hand to do just that-  Am I bad or what?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate pie, McDonalds french fries, I am so in trouble.  Why did I open the gates to these two enemies?  I know better.  I guess the temptation was just too strong.  Or maybe I was too weak.  All I know is that I am paying the price.&lt;br /&gt;Shall I give in to the tempting scent or...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-7032677431291538501?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7032677431291538501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=7032677431291538501' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7032677431291538501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7032677431291538501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/fast-food-ramblings.html' title='Fast Food Ramblings!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2129067067387367412</id><published>2008-08-15T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:42:46.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters Under the Bed!</title><content type='html'>This morning after a long IM session with SNOB! I was off to make the bed... . Well, when I arrived in the room, turned on the light and I found it. A big, hairy, startled MONSTER!! However, this monster was not UNDER my bed - He was IN it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine grown dog looking up at you with sleep in his eyes staring as if to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"HEY! Can't you see I am sleeping here!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKWxq4BrKbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pKmEGSqMZKw/s1600-h/P1070036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234785492040100274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKWxq4BrKbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pKmEGSqMZKw/s320/P1070036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKWxNhW_dtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hZdRk-F-Tag/s1600-h/P1070038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234784987739289298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKWxNhW_dtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/hZdRk-F-Tag/s320/P1070038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smithers, I swear this dog knows how much I love him. Who else would give up their bed for their dogs!! I know it is a sickness. But hey, they are God's creatures too. Admire me just dont do as I do! (As if anyone admires someone that sleeps with four dogs in a Queen bed- Every night!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead, tell me just how sick I am!&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/8455297992691301919-2129067067387367412?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2129067067387367412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2129067067387367412' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2129067067387367412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2129067067387367412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/monsters-under-bed.html' title='Monsters Under the Bed!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKWxq4BrKbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pKmEGSqMZKw/s72-c/P1070036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5189858258851390782</id><published>2008-08-10T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:34:36.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Still...  Consider this a standing invitation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weee Neeeeed Some Summer Fun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do any of you want to...&lt;br /&gt;Go to a baseball game&lt;br /&gt;...go to any lake&lt;br /&gt;...go hiking&lt;br /&gt;...go biking&lt;br /&gt;...do anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need out of the house, the sooner the better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5189858258851390782?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5189858258851390782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5189858258851390782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5189858258851390782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5189858258851390782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-still-consider-this-standing.html' title='Yes, Still...  Consider this a standing invitation.'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-7149232565557603908</id><published>2008-08-09T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:08:58.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of Late... 3am Late...</title><content type='html'>I'm UP!  Yes, it is nearly 3am and I am wide eyed and bushy tailed!  Insomnia.  Joel is off snoring away on the other end of the house and I can't get sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have your attention I might as well come up with something fabulous, entertaining, and spectacular to share.  I wish I could - but all I can think is, "Sleep, why do you fail to come to me?  I love you so much that I indulge myself for far to long most (who am I kidding - EVERY!) mornings.  If that doesn't say I am addicted, then what does? Sleep come hither!  I need you so...  Joel is going to wake me in four hours to mow the lawn of all things.  Come now so we can have our blessed moments together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?  I'd go running but being out at 3am - alone - I don't think is too wise.  See Joel you should buy me my ... what's that thing called!?!  I am So sleep deprived that I cannot come up with the word - I am so ashamed of Kinesiologist self!  heheheee... Eliptical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about shame... no lets not - I'd rather not reveal how much I have ... wait ... I'm not talking or typing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better be off before I tell everyone that Joel wears a lady's apron to  bake Creme Brule - his deepest secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-7149232565557603908?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7149232565557603908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=7149232565557603908' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7149232565557603908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7149232565557603908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-of-late-3am-late.html' title='As of Late... 3am Late...'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6556872835870586835</id><published>2008-08-07T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:37:57.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering Flowers for the Masters Bouquet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Joel's Aunt mentioned this old hymn recently considering my love of my garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gathering flowers for the Master's Bouquet,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers that will never decay.&lt;br /&gt;Gathered by angels and carried away,&lt;br /&gt;Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Death is an angel sent down from above,&lt;br /&gt;Sent for the buds of the flowers we love.&lt;br /&gt;Surely it's so, for in heaven's own way,&lt;br /&gt;Each soul is a flower in the Master's Bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Loved ones are passing each day &amp;amp; each hour,&lt;br /&gt;Passing away as the life of a flower.&lt;br /&gt;But every bud and each blossom some day,&lt;br /&gt;Will bloom as a flower in the Master's Bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let us be faithful till life's work is done,&lt;br /&gt;Blooming with love till the Reaper shall come.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be gathered together some day,&lt;br /&gt;Transplanted to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gathering flowers for the Master's Bouquet,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers that will never decay.&lt;br /&gt;Gathered by angels and carried away,&lt;br /&gt;Forever to bloom in the Master's Bouquet.&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/8455297992691301919-6556872835870586835?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6556872835870586835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6556872835870586835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6556872835870586835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6556872835870586835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/08/gathering-flowers-for-masters-bouquet.html' title='Gathering Flowers for the Masters Bouquet.'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8349628888289323629</id><published>2008-07-11T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:29:11.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weee Neeeeed Some Summer Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone up for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ABFers do any of you want to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go to a baseball game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to any lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go hiking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go biking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We need out of the house, the sooner the better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8349628888289323629?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8349628888289323629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8349628888289323629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8349628888289323629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8349628888289323629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/needs.html' title='Needs'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5181922643016681691</id><published>2008-07-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:34:52.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrating in Scurry, Texas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;courtesy of Tracy, Misti, and their two Princesses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA02tAUu6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FqDhruW7BNg/s1600-h/100_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219730082520939426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA02tAUu6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FqDhruW7BNg/s400/100_1580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The day started with nothing other than...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA2LVnfXdI/AAAAAAAAANI/MCw6w0sKt7Y/s1600-h/100_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219731536531643858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA2LVnfXdI/AAAAAAAAANI/MCw6w0sKt7Y/s200/100_1576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA47XGQiRI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ngpm5erhydA/s1600-h/lawnmowerracestart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219734560586107154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="152" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA47XGQiRI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ngpm5erhydA/s200/lawnmowerracestart.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA4TKAFRTI/AAAAAAAAANY/SdhcqrZb6fA/s1600-h/lawnmowerrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219733869875774770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA4TKAFRTI/AAAAAAAAANY/SdhcqrZb6fA/s200/lawnmowerrace.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                   ... lawn mower races! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then came the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; tractor pull race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA6xRFVYQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WeN47vZsTpo/s1600-h/100_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219736586196181250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA6xRFVYQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/WeN47vZsTpo/s200/100_1590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA59z7o4rI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-cddJplpCM/s1600-h/100_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219735702197559986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA59z7o4rI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-cddJplpCM/s200/100_1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219736055551716898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA6SYR1biI/AAAAAAAAANw/7OM-cSMjM_4/s200/100_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We jumped in the pool to cool off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219738005970849154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA8D6J_jYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BC30CjTs9gQ/s320/100_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then finished off the day with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blast&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219738398074500594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA8au2ydfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3K6MUX1tdNU/s320/100_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5181922643016681691?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5181922643016681691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5181922643016681691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5181922643016681691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5181922643016681691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SHA02tAUu6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/FqDhruW7BNg/s72-c/100_1580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3812623162834674874</id><published>2008-07-03T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:27:18.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Praises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess God is attempting to tell me, 'Sorry.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This week He blessed me with new blooms in my garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218885950145097458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SG01Hu2s7vI/AAAAAAAAAMg/x-L8yJccUH8/s400/100_1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218886473328148930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SG01mL3QwcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/TD0sPq1BiqU/s400/100_1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Thank you, they are Beautiful; though they don't quite measure up. However, I do seem to remember a gift you gave to us long ago that more than makes up for my loss."&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/8455297992691301919-3812623162834674874?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3812623162834674874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3812623162834674874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3812623162834674874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3812623162834674874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden-praises.html' title='Garden Praises'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SG01Hu2s7vI/AAAAAAAAAMg/x-L8yJccUH8/s72-c/100_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3629479297796716346</id><published>2008-06-18T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:20:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Emergency is Joy's Pleasure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl2x0DCVoI/AAAAAAAAALo/mxATRxz6Tc4/s1600-h/100_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213328641815107202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="287" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl2x0DCVoI/AAAAAAAAALo/mxATRxz6Tc4/s400/100_0654.JPG" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was spent with the joyous Peyton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beautiful girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- okay well she's not really mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say, "Cheese!" Peyton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a good girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or shall I say Mischievous?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She helped Auntie Joy 'organize' her diaperbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She played with Snickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl4PSVZvcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tVUkfZXWqGw/s1600-h/100_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213330247673036226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl4PSVZvcI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tVUkfZXWqGw/s320/100_0671.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl4m6IvbeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qmB75xRUIk8/s1600-h/100_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213330653494341090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="233" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl4m6IvbeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qmB75xRUIk8/s320/100_0675.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she even fed herself!  What a Big girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213331258509899922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl5KH_sOJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/osZQnFjdlSQ/s400/100_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My they grow so fast.  I better be off now, I am sure she is about to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3629479297796716346?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3629479297796716346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3629479297796716346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3629479297796716346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3629479297796716346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/moms-emergency-is-joys-pleasure.html' title='Mom&apos;s Emergency is Joy&apos;s Pleasure!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SFl2x0DCVoI/AAAAAAAAALo/mxATRxz6Tc4/s72-c/100_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3130656382019572049</id><published>2008-06-10T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:47:43.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We all know that Jacob, having his mothers competitive spirit, just couldn't stand to lose the race to Heaven. When he beat us there, Misti explained to Sofia that Jacob was in Heaven now. She understood that I was sad and missed Jacob; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; so does she. Yesterday afternoon she informed me that we needed to fix things. Here's what needs to be done according to Sofia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Jacob in Heaven. Joy pick up Jacob. I go too. Me hold Jacob" What she means is that we need to drive to Heaven, much like we do to pick up Brendan from school. Pick up Jacob from Heaven and then she wants to hold him. It was SO cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even cuter was listening to Brendan, irritated that Sofia didn't understand, try to explain that we cant go pick up Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tell you, I work with two of the most understanding people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brendan and Sofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210465142177601730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SE9KcMoNGMI/AAAAAAAAALY/a3qpY9lQ74s/s400/100_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3130656382019572049?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3130656382019572049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3130656382019572049' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3130656382019572049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3130656382019572049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/race-to-heaven.html' title='The Race to Heaven'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SE9KcMoNGMI/AAAAAAAAALY/a3qpY9lQ74s/s72-c/100_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-439504953285777714</id><published>2008-06-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:20:23.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Loungers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend we enjoyed floating in Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lewisville&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209630041061140946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExS66inKdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dUV_9F2wTJc/s320/100_0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExT7WglecI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CrakH50_2JE/s1600-h/Us+at+the+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209631148080462274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExT7WglecI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CrakH50_2JE/s320/Us+at+the+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fabulous time for us all,&lt;br /&gt;and a much needed mini vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell the sun was out? We most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; got some color.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExXcq2hG-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uEeVAjejBdY/s1600-h/100_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209635019011726306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExXcq2hG-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/uEeVAjejBdY/s320/100_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExUekVVpoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OAUGLvXfYK0/s1600-h/100_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a happy girl, she loves the water almost as much as I do.  I couldn't be more excited! &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExU8zpPEhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qt8k9eP_7-M/s1600-h/100_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExU8zpPEhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qt8k9eP_7-M/s1600-h/100_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632272592867858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExU8zpPEhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qt8k9eP_7-M/s320/100_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Peyton had some watermelon- do you think she liked it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was such a good day.  But then again relaxing on the water in the hot sun is my favorite pass time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyone want to join us next time?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExUekVVpoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OAUGLvXfYK0/s1600-h/100_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-439504953285777714?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/439504953285777714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=439504953285777714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/439504953285777714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/439504953285777714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/lake-loungers.html' title='Lake Loungers'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SExS66inKdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dUV_9F2wTJc/s72-c/100_0621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1807903287816555543</id><published>2008-06-03T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:22:14.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying His Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We are missing Our lil guy, though we are steadily making forward progress in this Journey.  This weekend we spent time in our Huge yard tending to our new additions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SEVsgXhsNcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N6Mp69GbsQo/s1600-h/101_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207687847450785218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SEVsgXhsNcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N6Mp69GbsQo/s320/101_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the plants have been put in the ground and are thriving.  &lt;div align="center"&gt;New planters have been added and look fabulous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SEVrxqBmmlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sZskMeuhVPo/s1600-h/101_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207687044962622034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SEVrxqBmmlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sZskMeuhVPo/s320/101_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am enjoying my garden tremendously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207689325652434738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SEVt2aQbXzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aRdr1BjgZqU/s320/101_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you Everyone that sent your love through florals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We are definitely enjoying the beauty of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1807903287816555543?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1807903287816555543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1807903287816555543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1807903287816555543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1807903287816555543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/06/enjoying-his-beauty.html' title='Enjoying His Beauty'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SEVsgXhsNcI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N6Mp69GbsQo/s72-c/101_0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1672667721695701190</id><published>2008-05-29T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:23:03.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Story of the Botanical Garden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; With Phil and Ang visiting we decided to go see the Dallas Arboretum. It was beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD98SRuUyRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ChrrSMNbzwk/s1600-h/124_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206016347700775186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD98SRuUyRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ChrrSMNbzwk/s200/124_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206020569653627234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD-AIBuUyWI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bkPP6F9QiDc/s200/124_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD98SxuUySI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NklgJP4KC8Y/s1600-h/124_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Joel was a lil tired after awhile, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206020578243561842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD-AIhuUyXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IAIbspfyDnU/s200/124_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Phil was punished for trespassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD93sxuUyLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uI1nSt9Y_QY/s1600-h/124_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206011305409169586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD93sxuUyLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uI1nSt9Y_QY/s200/124_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Ang got to do the Chicken dance with Rooster for mere pennies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206018147292072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD997BuUyUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/c11Jqf_oiZY/s200/124_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While I took a wild ride on Mr. Toad, and it only cost me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206012666913802450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD948BuUyNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SeBxuOROMxY/s200/124_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A KISS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206018160176974162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD997xuUyVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lxP1PqEyjNE/s200/124_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD98TRuUyTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/olhMHn8roWk/s1600-h/124_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206016364880644402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD98TRuUyTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/olhMHn8roWk/s200/124_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But after our long sweaty day, surrounded by beauty, the silly boys still had fun in the flowers. It was almost as if they enjoyed a day of girlish fun! What do you guys think- pedicures next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8455297992691301919-1672667721695701190?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1672667721695701190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1672667721695701190' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1672667721695701190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1672667721695701190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-story-of-botanical-garden.html' title='The Great Story of the Botanical Garden.'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SD98SRuUyRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ChrrSMNbzwk/s72-c/124_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4815793307563985006</id><published>2008-05-27T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:48:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstorms!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SDxWzxuUyJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-YJ2fwqxRPE/s1600-h/101_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205130716854405266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SDxWzxuUyJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-YJ2fwqxRPE/s200/101_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AGAIN!  Scout has taken up residence in our dryer.  Yes, it is because we are having thunderstorms and showers.  Before the dryer he hid between the shower curtain and shower liner while Ang and I each took our showers.  Swilly puppy dryers are for clothes!! ;0)&lt;/span&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/8455297992691301919-4815793307563985006?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4815793307563985006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4815793307563985006' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4815793307563985006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4815793307563985006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/thunderstorms.html' title='Thunderstorms!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SDxWzxuUyJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-YJ2fwqxRPE/s72-c/101_0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8639112015092401073</id><published>2008-05-21T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:26:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SDUDrBuUyHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3cCi6xwXLcc/s1600-h/100_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203068982228469874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SDUDrBuUyHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3cCi6xwXLcc/s320/100_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Modis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Operandi&lt;/span&gt; is to complete some desired and useful home projects. My dad helped to get us started on putting in a garden fence. After my father leaves tomorrow, finishing the fence will be left up to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We are working as a team. When one of us is struggling the other has enough Strength to encourage and comfort the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Thank you to all of you who have continued to support us with prayer- We NEED it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&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/8455297992691301919-8639112015092401073?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8639112015092401073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8639112015092401073' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8639112015092401073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8639112015092401073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/distractions.html' title='Distractions'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SDUDrBuUyHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3cCi6xwXLcc/s72-c/100_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-132241660445770769</id><published>2008-05-14T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:00:49.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jacob</title><content type='html'>Dear Jacob,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you so.  I miss your face.  Your kiss lips.  Those big hands and feet.  I miss your cute lil faces; raising your eyebrows, your toothless grins in your sleep.  I just miss it all.  I know you are too busy worshiping to be thinking of me but I miss you just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-132241660445770769?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/132241660445770769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=132241660445770769' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/132241660445770769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/132241660445770769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/dear-jacob.html' title='Dear Jacob'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4238293946663015521</id><published>2008-05-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:23:26.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday May 10th, 2008</title><content type='html'>After our sweet Jacob left our world on Sunday morning we have been in mourning.  Please pray that this will assist us to grow in our faith rather than turn from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will hear words of Wisdom from our pastor Ed Hale and plant a tree so that we will have something to nurture and watch grow in remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that would like to be with us during this time please come.  It will be Saturday May 10th, 2008.  (Jacobs Due Date.)  We will begin about 11am.  At our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our address is 802 Nash Street Rockwall Texas 75087. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marlowe's&lt;br /&gt;972 722 1595&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4238293946663015521?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4238293946663015521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4238293946663015521' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4238293946663015521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4238293946663015521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-may-10th-2008.html' title='Saturday May 10th, 2008'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4101948889236020233</id><published>2008-05-05T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:48:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My mother process through her writing, here is her first gift to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Daddy, I know&lt;br /&gt;you miss me so.&lt;br /&gt;And Mommy, I know&lt;br /&gt;you love me so.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t be sad&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I am so glad&lt;br /&gt;God gave you me&lt;br /&gt;as your first baby.&lt;br /&gt;When I left your side,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus took me inside&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;and I touched His face.&lt;br /&gt;Skittles says “Hi.”&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t cry,&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re havin’ fun&lt;br /&gt;Rompin’ in the sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I   LUV   U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Jacob Niels Marlowe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3-19-08 – 5-4-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-Grandma&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/8455297992691301919-4101948889236020233?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4101948889236020233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4101948889236020233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4101948889236020233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4101948889236020233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-mother-process-through-her-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1156356138641282714</id><published>2008-05-05T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:15:21.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each day I thanked the Lord for my precious gift of joy I offered him up to our Lord, placing him in His hands.  I love my sweet boy, my lil cuddle bug.  I have never known such greif.  His body failed him and I can only hope that there is light at the end of this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate and need all the prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marlowe's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-1156356138641282714?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1156356138641282714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1156356138641282714' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1156356138641282714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1156356138641282714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/each-day-i-thanked-lord-for-my-precious.html' title=''/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-7733986467494807213</id><published>2008-05-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:23:32.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour of Gardens</title><content type='html'>The annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rockwall&lt;/span&gt; Tour of Gardens was this morning.  Joel and I were fortunate enough to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; tickets.  During the tour Joel said that I would be a better mom and wife if I "invested in my passion of gardening.   I am willing to spend money for you to be able to create the garden you have always wanted."  He has no idea what he just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to.  I learned some new and interesting facts, found a new resource for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enviro&lt;/span&gt; friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zero scape&lt;/span&gt; flower garden, and met some neighbors.  Our neighbors have a beautiful home that was featured on the tour.  I have seen her out there for weeks getting it all spruced up(not that it needed it).  It gave me some great ideas for my garden.  There will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; to post soon- maybe even tomorrow! ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice adventure for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-7733986467494807213?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7733986467494807213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=7733986467494807213' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7733986467494807213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7733986467494807213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/05/tour-of-gardens.html' title='Tour of Gardens'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2307501514194413914</id><published>2008-04-25T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:41:45.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SBIJmxNl05I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rQOB8RaSRx8/s1600-h/Mom+and+Jake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193223881961624466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SBIJmxNl05I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rQOB8RaSRx8/s320/Mom+and+Jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-2307501514194413914?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2307501514194413914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2307501514194413914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2307501514194413914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2307501514194413914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom-and-babe_25.html' title='Mom and Babe'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SBIJmxNl05I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rQOB8RaSRx8/s72-c/Mom+and+Jake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-7063060073960689878</id><published>2008-04-23T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:13:07.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/ypvmhd3tw8#1:14653844:151597076"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.box.net/shared/ypvmhd3tw8#1:14653844:151597076" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-7063060073960689878?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/7063060073960689878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=7063060073960689878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7063060073960689878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/7063060073960689878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom-and-babe.html' title='Mom and Babe'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-5854897233220410471</id><published>2008-04-15T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:11:23.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SATvprxXaFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GvTbxxV4QKE/s1600-h/Hi+from+Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189536170041108562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SATvprxXaFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GvTbxxV4QKE/s320/Hi+from+Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-5854897233220410471?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/5854897233220410471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=5854897233220410471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5854897233220410471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/5854897233220410471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandmas-favorite.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Favorite'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SATvprxXaFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GvTbxxV4QKE/s72-c/Hi+from+Jacob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2742154804302474728</id><published>2008-04-09T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:47:52.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_1_GetOgOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/niuQ3WhaGno/s1600-h/100_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187442095099379938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_1_GetOgOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/niuQ3WhaGno/s320/100_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_1_G-tOgPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qLE1DG1Ru04/s1600-h/100_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187442103689314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_1_G-tOgPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qLE1DG1Ru04/s320/100_0126.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob had his first bath tub bath experience. He did wonderfully- just laid there while I washed his lil cuteness. No fussing, not one bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-2742154804302474728?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2742154804302474728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2742154804302474728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2742154804302474728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2742154804302474728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_1_GetOgOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/niuQ3WhaGno/s72-c/100_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6995492260588060250</id><published>2008-04-04T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:21:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Having Jacob home is like having a new puppy! What an easy baby he has been so far. We are doing well, both eating regularly trying to remember to be hungry for every meal, but occasionally we forget. He is a big snuggler- and I love it. He can sleep through all the racket that is a result of the remodel by Grandpa Turkey. Check out the photo album I added all about  Jacob.                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smithers is taking care of his new baby; anytime Jacob makes a noise Smithers hurries over to his side to make sure he is okay.  I think Smithers believes Jacob is his new puppy.                                                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185595239199976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_bvZUV4q1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hy4aBN-lCoY/s320/100_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6995492260588060250?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6995492260588060250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6995492260588060250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6995492260588060250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6995492260588060250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-puppy.html' title='My New Puppy!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R_bvZUV4q1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hy4aBN-lCoY/s72-c/100_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-8656906202477738752</id><published>2008-03-26T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:41:43.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progressing Even More...</title><content type='html'>The IV and Feeding Tube have been removed!  Doc Moody informed me this morning that Jacob should be home by this time next week (assuming he ends his apnea fits).  I am very excited to end the constant trips to the hospital- what work.  Having my lil Joel home with me ALL the time will be work but I am sure I will enjoy it.  Besides, his Grandma is here to take care of me while I tend to the lil one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-8656906202477738752?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/8656906202477738752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=8656906202477738752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8656906202477738752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/8656906202477738752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/progressing-even-more.html' title='Progressing Even More...'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-1387495222326525927</id><published>2008-03-24T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:18:50.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R-fwQEV4q0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/A1pFj7eUiYs/s1600-h/1st+Bottle+Feed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181374055147154242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R-fwQEV4q0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/A1pFj7eUiYs/s320/1st+Bottle+Feed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At our morning feeding today I was informed that Jacob was going to take a bottle after he attempted to breastfeed. How Excited was I! This was his first bottle feeding; up until now he was having his feeding through a guavage tube. He did so well, no aspirating or choking!&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/8455297992691301919-1387495222326525927?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/1387495222326525927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=1387495222326525927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1387495222326525927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/1387495222326525927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/jacobs-progress.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Progress'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R-fwQEV4q0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/A1pFj7eUiYs/s72-c/1st+Bottle+Feed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-456413489118862287</id><published>2008-03-23T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:38:58.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R-b3TUV4qzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Sd6vh34LaZs/s1600-h/Jacob.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181100332586412850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R-b3TUV4qzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Sd6vh34LaZs/s320/Jacob.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am.  My daddy's lil look a like.  I even have the same 'cowlicks.'  My mom says I make faces just like daddy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the NICU and mom is pushing to get me home- and soon!  But doc Moody says that it wont be for a few more weeks yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I am making daily progress on my goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-456413489118862287?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/456413489118862287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=456413489118862287' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/456413489118862287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/456413489118862287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/jacob.html' title='Jacob'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R-b3TUV4qzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Sd6vh34LaZs/s72-c/Jacob.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6526066651711060584</id><published>2008-03-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:54:59.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Frustrated, that describes me today.  A feeling I know all too well.  I want to ask for help, but it was offered so many times that now going back to ask for it seems....(I don't have the word)... Tacky.  I know that being pregnant wears ladies nerves thinner than normal, but I don't think I have been more touchy/moody/cranky.  I know that I do get tired more easily(which I am learning to cope with).  I have a shorter fuse, but it is still a reasonable length- or so I think.  Who knows, maybe I am significantly more delusional than I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6526066651711060584?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6526066651711060584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6526066651711060584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6526066651711060584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6526066651711060584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4254374890928110115</id><published>2008-02-29T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:39:40.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Bump Beggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R8hRVPW7grI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WNERVZUYxd4/s1600-h/Belly+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172473597376823986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R8hRVPW7grI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WNERVZUYxd4/s320/Belly+Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to you most insistent beggers- Erin and Sharyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4254374890928110115?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4254374890928110115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4254374890928110115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4254374890928110115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4254374890928110115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/belly-bump-beggers.html' title='Belly Bump Beggers!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R8hRVPW7grI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WNERVZUYxd4/s72-c/Belly+Shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2694971330390618452</id><published>2008-02-27T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:58:42.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and Beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R8Wx6XTyvZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RkfSz1SAHyI/s1600-h/Daffodill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171735363352444306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R8Wx6XTyvZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RkfSz1SAHyI/s320/Daffodill.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel was just informed that he will be receiving a letter from IBX. They are sending him an offer of employment contingent that he receive his Texas MFT Licensure. The paperwork has all been filed with the state and they expect to issue him his MFT Licesure in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We pray, as we hope you do as well, that we will have patience and peace with the end result(whatever that may be).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The flower to the right is from my garden.  The former owner, Rena Watkins planted these bulbs before she passed.  We have been enjoying the fruits of her labors since moving here.  Daffodills, Pecans, Naked Ladies(a flower), and Iris'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-2694971330390618452?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2694971330390618452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2694971330390618452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2694971330390618452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2694971330390618452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-and-beautiful.html' title='Big and Beautiful!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R8Wx6XTyvZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RkfSz1SAHyI/s72-c/Daffodill.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-6904271850874352281</id><published>2008-02-24T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T09:10:34.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Better in Texas!</title><content type='html'>Not only are the steaks the BEST ever, tender, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flavorful&lt;/span&gt;, and inexpensive!!!  At some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurants&lt;/span&gt; you can even pick out your cut, without an extra charge!!! Even Chuck E. Cheese is better!  We attended a 6yr/old birthday party yesterday, we expected the food to be completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unappetizing&lt;/span&gt;.  Much to our surprise, it was actually like we were eating at a pizza joint.  Imagine the worst, cheapest, frozen pizza you have ever tasted(before you spit it out), that is Chuck E Cheese pizza in Cali, but here it is actually good!  They even served Blue Bell Ice Cream(for those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blue Bell&lt;/span&gt; is the BEST ice cream- seriously!)- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wowzer&lt;/span&gt;!   It is fresh, locally made.... blah blah blah.  I am just so shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-6904271850874352281?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/6904271850874352281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=6904271850874352281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6904271850874352281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/6904271850874352281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/everything-is-better-in-texas.html' title='Everything is Better in Texas!'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-3630343532717946348</id><published>2008-02-16T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:19:38.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167705442783247698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R7dguHTyvVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HStWec7rj-c/s320/Scout+in+the+Dryer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We have had thunder and rain all day.  I went looking for Scout ... and this is where he was hiding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-3630343532717946348?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/3630343532717946348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=3630343532717946348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3630343532717946348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/3630343532717946348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/thunder-storms.html' title='Thunder Storms'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/R7dguHTyvVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HStWec7rj-c/s72-c/Scout+in+the+Dryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-4278085059776358119</id><published>2008-02-13T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:12:10.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy day for me and Joel.  He had another interview with yet another company.  This company is a 'for profit company' unlike his recent interviews and positions.  Meaning more pay, which is greatly needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my usual check up with the Doc.  Everything looks great- and Jacob is still a boy they claim.  He is currently laying in the correct position; face down and back.  As good as that is, he will not adjust so the sonogramist can check to see if he has a cleft palate.  They are pretty confident that all is healthy and normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, 'What will be, will be.' Isn't that the truth of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-4278085059776358119?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/4278085059776358119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=4278085059776358119' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4278085059776358119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/4278085059776358119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455297992691301919.post-2707099027336606654</id><published>2008-02-05T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:16:33.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The First of Many'/><title type='text'>The First Attempt</title><content type='html'>Us, all about us.   Well we started off with a bang!  Our marriage that is.  Wooh  that pan hit the wall hard, I think it may have even broke.  Oops!  After much therapy we have made it four long years(almost). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are obviously expecting our first child to arrive sometime early May.  They tell us it is a boy, but as my mother reassures me, "you cannot be positive until it is here and you see it with your own eyes."  Assuming it is a he, he will be called Jacob.  Middle name will be odd to most of you but frankly my Grandfather and Uncle need to be remembered- Niels.  Yes I am sure that is how it is spelled, question me as much as you like- I will only become irritable and laugh at you! ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are lucky because the new arrival has put into place my parents driving from Cali all the way here to come for a lengthy visit.  The longer the better I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fun people- at least we think so.  We love to play games, eat and socialize.  And I love to have people over, want to come???  We welcome new friendships.  And our great friends in Cali we sorely miss.  (I want to convince them all to move here but I know that I must hold my tounge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now,  I have to get ready for my day- it is already 2:15pm and I am still in jammies!  Off to work I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joylynn Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8455297992691301919-2707099027336606654?l=marloweclan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/feeds/2707099027336606654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8455297992691301919&amp;postID=2707099027336606654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2707099027336606654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8455297992691301919/posts/default/2707099027336606654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloweclan.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-attempt.html' title='The First Attempt'/><author><name>PrincessJoylynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEkQnHZdrYg/SKG5nBNL5ZI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NHNY2MGlTSQ/s1600-R/Us.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
