tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20259090860521318752011-04-21T14:03:49.606-06:00"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." C.S. LewisJamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.comBlogger751100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-4930278809006517822007-11-27T14:43:00.000-06:002007-11-28T09:05:02.800-06:00

Yep. That's right. I've moved. And I packed everything and took it with me, too. Let's just say its for organization's sake, since the other blogs participate in are at Wordpress -- plus, I like their layouts. So no -- I won't be posting here anymore.Come join me on the other side!

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-67403824520653441932007-11-26T18:21:00.000-06:002007-11-26T18:24:27.383-06:00

Somehow it all goes downhill after Thanksgiving.

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I'm joining in -- I think I'll have to work at finding picture-worthy things around my house, what with the cute 8-month-old and all.

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This is from a friend's facebook profile. I thought it absolutely hilarious and too fun to not post on the good ole' blog. Thanks, Jo. If only I could break up with you, Starbucks. All I wanted from you was the Pumpkin Spice Latte featured in the fall season. You came to America but you dissed me in Japan. I waited for you to come, oh sweet PSL but Starbucks, you lied to me. You played me for

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If bread-making is an art (which it is), I'm certain it's going to take me twenty years to master it. I've been practicing for about a year, first making "Bosch" bread for the family I nannied for while pregnant. I've decided to put in my time -- I love, love baking and, for me, there isn't much that beats fresh bread, still warm from the oven.A cookbook that I've been using lately ("How to

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When we started this whole solid food thing, I envisioned something different than what's actually happening. For some reason, I thought my boy would eat more than just applesauce (not including other foods hidden in applesauce). I remember turning up my nose at magazine columns that talked about how to get your children to eat the foods they don't like -- "My child won't have food issues."

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-13825701693192119862007-11-10T10:57:00.000-06:002007-11-10T11:13:05.981-06:00

This song really spoke to me today, particularly the italicized parts. The man who wrote it -- Horatio G. Spafford -- was a lawyer and lost a great deal of real estate in the Chicago fires in 1871. His son died around the same time. After two years of helping the homeless of the fires, Spafford decided to vacation to England with his family, but sent his wife and four daughters ahead because

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I've finished the essentials of our ministry blog -- the seed -- and wanted you all to know it's here. We hope that it will connect the people we love (and perhaps some people we don't even know) with what and how we're doing. Also, I know that I'll need to process all things Japan, and I don't want High Countries to be that place, so here you go. We also have a prayer requests page (password:

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Thoughts on coffee from this site. Yum.Karin, Thanks for sending me the email. I really love to hear that people are diggin' the coffee. That means a lot to me. Like you and Linford, I put a lot of care into my art and craft. Like so many things, coffee is a gift from God. I find it amazing that God gave us the ability to enjoy it. There are over 400 chemical compounds that contribute to

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Check it out here. Who knew Bible study could be front-page news?(And, might I add, that the caption author has a stunning choice of words.)

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I caught him on tape -- the pumpkin-loving fool -- eating our neighbor's porch decor. Sly little thing.(And yes, that's me at the end of the video, calling the squirrel a perpetrator and making weird noises.)

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I watched this video on a friend's blog and found it to be particularly enlightening on Joel Osteen and why the health/wealth gospel is not really good news. Subsequently, Bryan and I watched a 60 Minutes interview with Osteen, which was likewise enlightening. It hit me that this man is genuine in his belief that he is doing what is right. The problem is that what he is doing isn't preaching.

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A castle tower, a trapped princess, and the guarding, fire-breathing, high-pitched-squeal dragon.At least Jason seems to think it was pretty funny. :)

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Despite the fact that being a mother is the most difficult undertaking of my life -- and I mean very, VERY difficult -- I look at pictures of Jones when he was first born and long for another one. It's not just so I can have another little thing to cuddle, it's just a stirring in my heart to have babies.This is complete craziness. But I suppose it's also how God populates the planet with little

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Our neighborhood has a pumpkin thief, and it's not one of the seventh graders from the middle school -- it's a big, fat squirrel, who's feeding his obesity with our seasonal porch decor.I bought a few of those little gourd pumpkins from Super Saver the other day, thinking they would look cute in a bowl on my coffee table. Well, the seven-month-old had something to say (err, do) about that, so the

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We took a short trip with friends to Indian Cave State Park last Thursday. The place is appropriately sub-titled "Nebraska's Best Kept Secret": it was beautiful and so-very-not typical Nebraska outdoors. We found a sweet spot, pitched a few tents, and started roasting marshmallows. (Yes, it was cold.) Jones seemed indifferent to all parts of the trip, minus the leaves and the sleeping

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A fun pic of Jones and neighbor Jason at Fall Fest. Originally uploaded by Presbyteer

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.. one in which I must change my blog layout weekly. (Or is it bi-weekly?) I can't seem to decide how I want it to look. Perhaps it's confusing -- just call it my current form of creativity.I've made it my goal to have at least one room -- being the kitchen -- clean before I climb into bed. Sadly, it's more of a challenge than one might imagine, especially since we only have a human dishwasher

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-20994484166080389152007-10-23T16:17:00.000-06:002007-10-23T16:19:41.294-06:00

My new favorite store. I could browse for hours. (And it's cheap, too!)

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Just FYI -- We're finally home. We celebrated with a trip to the twice-postponed Fall Fest and some wine with friends later in the evening. It feels good to sleep in my own sheets. :) The little dude at Fall Fest Originally uploaded by 0ptimizer

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Hello friends. Life is looking up for the O'Donnells -- we are in the amazingly beautiful mountains, ending our stay with some good friends the Petermans, getting ready to head to a retreat center, complete with trails and singing birds, for a week and a half. Jones is finishing up hour TWO on his morning nap (!!!), and we seem to be through the worst of his cold. The poor little guy was

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-52213099811766422122007-10-04T04:31:00.000-06:002007-10-04T04:34:59.602-06:00

We leave town this morning for a long haul, and Jones just cut a tooth and caught his first cold. He's extremely whiny and can hardly breathe, but screams every time we go near his nose. :( We're flying to our destination, so if you remember, please pray that all will go well and that his nose will clear enough for him to suck on his paci, as this will help his ears pop when we start climbing

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Jones has become increasingly uninterested with his fabulous, store-bought toys. In an effort to keep the whining to a minimum, I've started assessing everything within reach based on the following criteria:Will he choke on it?If he happens to taste or swallow some, will it be harmful?Will it make a big, sticky mess if he chews on it?Will it make him stop whining?..and if the answers are "no, no,

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Let me just say that I thought this article on infant potty training was RI-DI-CU-LOUS. Rushing a 1-month-old to the potty each time I think he might pee? (Would I ever leave the bathroom?) Keeping them diaper-less in the night and listening for "that" rustle to tell me he needs to go? Seriously!There are parts of the world that practice this, but not as a method of "potty training." In China,

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Isn't this girl too cute? :)

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In the past, I haven't been one to discuss politics: mainly because I have no idea what I'm talking about and usually have other, seemingly more important topics on the brain. Of late, however, I've finally started to grow a social conscience and have been reading/watching about the '08 election, as well as some local current issues.I have been increasingly intrigued by Barack Obama. I have

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-77544427314375021902007-09-26T07:22:00.000-06:002007-09-26T07:27:00.357-06:00

I must say that I'm quite enjoying this little sleep-habit season Jones has recently entered. Since the last post, he's developed an ability to "sleep in" -- he goes to bed around 8:30 or 9, wakes up once for resettling, wakes up around 5 or 5:30 to eat, and then sleeps till 8:30 or 9. It's amazing. I sleep in, too. Occasionally, I wake up and think about all the things I could be

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House M.D. premiers tomorrow. I really have never been so intrigued by a show -- and considering we don't even have cable, this is doubly noteworthy.

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On Jones's half-birthday, I made a list of things I wanted to help cultivate in him throughout his growing-up years. Two of those things were a love of God's creation of nature and a desire to explore and discover. Today, we went to the park close to our house and sat on a blanket in the grass. I perused a book while he wheeled around on his tummy, grabbing fists-full of grass and staring

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-77350559515630917362007-09-21T14:46:00.000-06:002007-09-21T14:59:49.891-06:00

I figured I should probably put my two cents in for our new Community Dinner recipe blog -- Needs More Butter. Rebecca had an amazing post about it already, so I'll just let her introduce it! :) Click and read about the wonders of food and community.

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My baby boy is half-a-year old TODAY!! (And already reading, too!)Some Jones-oriented updates:He is sitting up really well now, and looking like a big boy when he does! However, when he wasn't sitting up so well, we got into the habit of putting a boppy behind him in case he were to fall over. Needless to say, he thinks he'll always have a pillow to catch his fall and has taken to throwing

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-4911423658578095012007-09-18T20:42:00.001-06:002007-09-18T20:48:59.188-06:00

So it's not very fall-esque, but I was feeling the need for a change. Let me know if it gets too bright.And just so everyone is on the same page: Autumn is by far the best season around. I don't know what's going on with the 80-degree weather, but I'm ready for jeans and long sleeves! ..And pumpkins.. and pumpkin desserts.. and apples.. and apple cobbler.. and apple cider.. and warm colors..

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Jones's first week home -- the most difficult week of my life to date. I called my high school friend, whose baby was a bit older, and cried on the phone: "This is worse than labor! I don't know what I'm supposed to do! I'm paralyzed with fear over every decision!" In my newly-post-partum mind, it couldn't get any worse: every muscle in my body was sore, as if I'd just finished a marathon

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-32057945585405437812007-09-10T22:52:00.000-06:002007-09-10T22:56:27.224-06:00

Because it inadvertently speaks to Jones's love of food (which, at this time, translates "breastmilk"), I'm going with Kristy's answer:"*I* should've been in the pie eating contest!"When I picture him saying this, knowing how he loves the boob, his facial expression is perfect and priceless. He looks bummed to not get any pie. :)

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-85907744680378229122007-09-06T12:17:00.001-06:002007-09-06T12:20:29.930-06:00

I've tried and come up empty-handed every time. Blog recognition for the winner of my choice! (Oh, the places you'll go being mentioned at "High Countries"! Ha!)

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Tomorrow morning, we leave bright and early for a little family vacation! Jones did pretty well on his trip to St. Louis a few weeks ago, so we're not too worried -- and even if all hell breaks loose, we have two extra pairs of arms to help us out, as we are traveling with Bryan's parents (Mike & Dixie). A third pair is awaiting us at our destination -- Aunt Tracy's arms in Little Rock,

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When you have a baby, everyone you meet has an opinion, whether it's natural birth, epidural, finding out the sex of the baby, breastfeeding, scheduling, baby-wearing, the family bed, sleeping through the night, starting solids, immunizations, etc, etc, etc. It's so helpful to know that others have been there and survived -- but my personality lends toward people-pleasing, which is difficult

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-26986386338702894452007-08-24T20:51:00.000-06:002007-08-27T16:00:33.734-06:00

When I was pregnant, I heard tons from other people about Babywise -- for and against. I read the book and thought, "This sounds like a breeze!" I was eager to meet my baby, who would eat every three hours and sleep one-and-a-half hour naps all day. (And would, of course, be sleeping through the night by eight weeks.)Everything was on schedule (he even slept through the night at five weeks!)

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As a teething update, there is one, lonely little fang pushing through on the top. I keep thinking how weird this teeth combination will be, with the bottom two fully in and one little fang sticking out by his lip. I also think, "All THIS?! These past two weeks of crying for one measly tooth?!!" And Jones says, "And it ain't over yet, Ma."

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"But he's still young!" my husband exclaimed, after I threw out the idea of paci boot camp the other night. Yes, he's young. And no, I don't want to take it away completely -- but I'm tired of putting Jones 'to bed' ten times each night because the paci falls out and he wails till its put back in its 'rightful' place. Tonight, the time elapsing from the first to the final 'to bed' was two

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-8128024242256598652007-08-13T20:53:00.000-06:002007-08-16T13:00:03.904-06:00

Many thanks to Renee Welstead for these fabulous family pics! She did them as a fundraiser for Grace Chapel. Ain't the kid CUTE??! ;)

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This trip to St. Louis has been incredibly trying for me, in many ways that need not be listed. Only one thing is important, and that is this lesson:My life is not my own -- it belongs to Jesus, who has redeemed it, paid for it, bought it with His blood. I am purchased. Therefore, I am a slave to Christ and to His will, and I will necessarily do whatever He pleases. My time is purchased, so

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-57366214901486527622007-08-06T09:40:00.001-06:002007-08-06T09:51:34.923-06:00

I caved. We went to our family physician this morning to check out the earache situation -- no earache. Apparently, the swelling from teething causes some jaw pain, which is why babies would put their hands to their jaw/ear area. And since the ear is the only thing around to tug at, they tug. Viola! -- mommy's misdiagnosed ear infection.So we are indeed teething. Doc recommends infant's

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Add a slight fever to the list of symptoms, about 99.9 the three times I've checked it today. He's started to put his hands up to his ears and pull at them a bit, so I'm wondering, ear infection? I wish the dang tooth (if it is one) would just pop up so I wouldn't have to keep on guessing. We're taking a trip to St. Louis Tuesday through Sunday, so I don't want to go on the road without some

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-34971226363721379242007-08-04T15:53:00.001-06:002007-08-04T16:02:41.559-06:00

So here we are -- Day 2 -- and not much has changed. Still drooling buckets. Still chewing on his hands. Still loving and hating nursing at the same time. Only the crabbiness has altered, and not for the better. He ... is ... CRABBY! Grunting and whining all the time.Yesterday, he took a long nap after he had some infant's Tylenol, but we haven't had such luck today. Poor little guy. :(

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I believe Jones is teething again. Not that everyone really desires to hear all the details of my experience, but this is my blog -- so write, I will! The symptoms:His drooling has really picked up today. And I'm talking big, sticky puddles of drool on every surface of the house he's touched. He's also gotten a little rash in his chin from all the stickiness.He doesn't nurse any longer than

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-51200589476599215162007-07-30T16:31:00.000-06:002007-07-30T16:59:34.029-06:00

For about a month-and-a-half now, Jones has exclusively been taking 45-minute naps. (He is 4 months.) I go back and forth on how to deal with this issue (and also on whether it even is an issue), but there is no doubt about it that it bothers me to no end. It is the source of frequent crying spells and fits of anger. There are days when I hear him on the monitor, 45 minutes on-the-dot, and

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I've joined the crowd. :)

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I'm tired -- I feel like I need to rest, but other things keep calling for my time and attention. The baby isn't napping well today. There are two loads of laundry that need to be folded (and since one load has sat in a basket for a few days, there's probably ironing to do, as well). There are dishes that need to be put away and dishes that need to be washed. There is a pile of paperwork on

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Hello. My name is Jamie, and I am addicted to fear. Reading this post yesterday jump-started my thinking, and after having an anxiety-ridden night, I realized that unless I wanted to have a panic attack someday, I needed to do something about this problem. (And I don't think its coincidental that the night after reading this post was filled with fear.) I've prayed about it (but more a 'take it

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Don't freak out. It's not actually as death-defying as I once thought (though Jeremy Tredway may disagree).(And the "death-defying" obviously applies only to the first part of the video. Mirrors are not that scary.) :) Jones Standing Tall

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Jones and his first soft-mo (or faux-hawk, whatever you want to call it).He mastered rolling over today, beginning with his morning squawking. I dragged myself out of bed and limped into his room, only to find him stuck on his tummy in his crib.. and hungry. I rolled him to his back, hoping to make him a bit more comfortable while I filled up my water glass. He rolled to his tummy. I rolled

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If I were not committed to being a stay-at-home mom, I would work at this place. I'm actually quite sad about it -- their commitment to making simple, memorable food and creating a place for community and conversation inspires me. I want to be a part of what they're doing. I want to spend time making a perfectly-shaped loaf of bread. I want to serve good drinks -- wine and beer and coffee. I

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..so here's a picture to update you. :) Jones will be 4 months on the 20th! Life has flown by since his birth, though it seems like ages ago when he decided to make his entrance into the world. He now has two bottom teeth and giggles like crazy! The chubby cheeks continue to be a favorite among the ladies. He is an amazing gift from God, and I'm continually reminded that I have been

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How else do we connect with God but through prayer? I know He speaks to us through the Scriptures, but I sorely miss my time in prayer. Maybe its the way God made me -- the eye in the body who's concerned about prayer rather than the toe who wants to make certain the poor are taken care of. I have precious memories from my junior year of college, a time I connected with the LORD in a way that

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..is rough. Maybe it's just me, but it's hard for me to let so many other people cuddle my little boy, especially if he's crying. I kept thinking, "Hey! That's my job!" Not to mention the ensuing crabbiness. He was taking great naps before we went and while we were there, waking up cooing and giggling; but in the aftermath, he's become an infamous, crabby, 45-minute napper. (Bryan is continually

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I haven't quite mastered the art of blogging about my thoughts. I know this is sort of the purpose of blogging, to get my thoughts out there -- but it seems the deepest things in my life, the things running through my mind constantly, are things I have a hard time blogging about. They're not necessarily sad things.. they are just 'deep' things. I have TONS of thoughts, and I would like to write

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-59931899805202890062007-06-09T14:50:00.000-06:002007-07-26T14:42:02.899-06:00

A fire destroyed the beautiful, 80-year-old church across the street from our home this morning -- the one we were married in and have attended since. It's members have become our family, and there is sorrow in the loss of this nostalgic building.Check out the story here.Thank the LORD that His church is so much more than a building.

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Quote from a friend's blog, I need to get the specific reference."I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. The very simplicity and nakedness of man’s life in the primitive ages imply

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".. goes my heart!"Seen Music & Lyrics yet? Beware. As a classic Hugh Grant romantic comedy (of them all, I still like Notting Hill the best -- but this one might take second), it is full of British wit and catchy one-liners. Very funny. BUT, there is also this song that sent Hugh Grant's character into 80s fame and 90s 'has-been'-dom that is extremely catchy. We watched the movie Friday

Jamiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337570865342386644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2025909086052131875.post-22678585787929979622007-05-31T23:01:00.000-06:002007-07-26T14:38:12.410-06:00

I am in great need of some new music. It's summertime, and the sunshine (or, in the case of recent days, the rain), the shoulder-baring, and the grilling out left me itchin' for new tunes. I've spent hours on iTunes and various other sites, but there are just too many options. I need help. Pass this along to your music-loving friends.(My three all-time favorite bands are Caedmon's Call, Over

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Jones (now two months!) has become quite the talker! We have regular conversations about poopy diapers and such. He also likes to discuss the finer points of leg-kicking and toe-spreading. (Feel free to approach him about these subjects any time -- he loves to share his opinion.) Jones Talking with Mom from bryanandjamie and Vimeo.Jones has also added "singing" to his already extensive resume`

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Two-a-day is a little much for me, but I saw this on a friend's blog and just couldn't help it. The little lad dance needed a home on my blog, too.And, just as my friend remarked, there simply are no words...

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"I am too jealous for the influence I have at this crucial period in my child's life to teach him what is good, to enrich his life with beauty, to train him in obedience and respect, to stimulate his eager intellect, to encourage his attempts to try new things, and to play with him. I want to enjoy these years that happen only once and are soon gone forever."-- Jean Fleming, A Mother's HeartAMEN.

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One of the hardest things about being a mommy is listening to Jones cry, knowing that if I went in his room and scooped him up, he would stop -- but he most certainly would not sleep.Today has been a long day for him. His second nap was supposed to be taken in a car seat, sitting in the midst of loud choruses and unfamiliar, micro-phoned voices at Zion. We also ate out for lunch, which meant

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Yes, you are. :)

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I've watched this video on youtube I don't know how many times, and I laugh harder each time. One of the comments on the site basically sums it up: "I can't decide if this is cute or creepy."See for yourself.(Another comment: "Are they vying for world domination?")

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If I'm correct, this is indeed the title of an actual book -- something with bite-size bits of C.S. Lewis wisdom from all of his famous works. This is purely ironical. I don't want to write about that book (if it exists). I have another thought entirely.It seems that, as I click around my growing blogging community (perhaps I should call it the 'reformed' blogging community), I keep running

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Now that we've figured out this video thing, seems like we can't get enough. Hope we're not boring you. :)*Jonesin' on the Guitar* *Welcome to Us, Jones!*

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This little guy is so chill. We love him!

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trying out some video stuff -- hoping it works!

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This was sort of my major in college -- at least, it was the part of my major I was most interested in. I used to carry around a notebook that was purposed solely for a random itch to rhyme (though my poems rarely do). I took all the poetry classes my schedule would allow. I searched for hours to find a book of poems by my favorite author, C.S. Lewis. I put together a book of my own as my

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Remembering the end of the previous post, it's true -- I just can't get enough of this kid! (Despite the fact that this is his third outfit of the day -- #1 to a poopy-diaper-blowout, and #2, a bout with spit-up -- yum!) (But maybe because he let me sleep from 10:30pm to 3:30 this morning!) (Is it 'heavy thought' I see in that infant's face??!).. and we're sooooo enamored with him, we wanna put

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Here we are -- our first Easter as an O'Donnell family of three! :) I can't believe we haven't even been married a year yet.We are so enamored with him. I never understood how captivating the wiles of newborns could be until Jones arrived. Now, we find ourselves in a morning ritual of bringing him to bed after his first meal just to watch him wiggle. Jones even got his dad to "baby talk" a

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Creating a blog and finding a title for it is a difficult task. I just wanted a place to be me and to write -- it's been so long since I've been able to write.No question that both Bryan and I tend to fall in love with whatever we read by C.S. Lewis. For him, it's lately been the space trilogy -- for me, it's always been The Great Divorce and a book of poetry one of Lewis' editors put together

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