<?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-3070808369289212929</id><updated>2012-01-27T00:30:29.185-06:00</updated><category term='salvation'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Papa'/><category term='frog'/><category term='poem'/><category term='pawpaw'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bible'/><category term='talking'/><category term='scrapbook'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='4 months of Faith'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='jessica mcclure'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='memorial day'/><category term='camping'/><category term='mission conference'/><category term='home updates'/><category term='updates'/><category term='fall'/><category term='school'/><category term='potty'/><category term='virginia'/><category term='Andrew'/><category term='memories'/><category term='texas'/><category term='kissy faces'/><category term='foto friday'/><category term='violin lessons'/><category term='darkness'/><category term='video'/><category term='July'/><category term='special friends'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='silver eagle'/><category term='love'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='neighbors'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='oak tree'/><category term='first birthday'/><category term='kids'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>The Bentley Bunch</title><subtitle type='html'>Read about us as our family grows!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-6266946311713183863</id><published>2010-02-25T13:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T13:35:40.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/S4bQlysARvI/AAAAAAAAAko/fq3s5p5CtUE/s1600-h/anniversary+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/S4bQlysARvI/AAAAAAAAAko/fq3s5p5CtUE/s200/anniversary+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442266547403900658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 19, Dennis and I celebrated 10 years of marital bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we are happily married. God knew what I needed and even what I wanted when He chose my soul mate. I surprised Dennis with a trip planned to Eureka Springs, AR. 2-night stay in a romantic cabin, carriage ride and dinner with plenty of time to relax away from the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/S4bQmTp7SCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SumBfz3T8Lo/s1600-h/anniversary+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/S4bQmTp7SCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/SumBfz3T8Lo/s200/anniversary+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442266556253554722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends took care of our babies while we drove 7 hours to get away. We didn't do nearly as much as we might could have (many attractions were closed due to it being "off-season") but we enjoyed just being together and having full-time adult conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so blessed......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-6266946311713183863?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6266946311713183863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=6266946311713183863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6266946311713183863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6266946311713183863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-years.html' title='10 Years!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/S4bQlysARvI/AAAAAAAAAko/fq3s5p5CtUE/s72-c/anniversary+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8763637796086262641</id><published>2010-01-27T12:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:52:28.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom teeth - Who needs them anyway?</title><content type='html'>Off and on through the years I have dealt with pain on my bottom left wisdom tooth. No big deal, just food particles occasionally caught in the area and had to be worked out. My top two never made an appearance and never gave me problems.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, 2 weeks ago, my bottom right wisdom tooth decided to start throbbing with pain. At first I endured it, trying to clean it out, supposing food particle was the issue. After 5 days of pain only worsening, I decided to call an oral surgeon and make an appointment. Discussion caused me to pursue having at least both bottom teeth removed, so I could have the sedation for minimal pain during extraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 20, I went in for my appointment at 11:00 am. An x-ray showed the "root" of the problem: my teeth were impacted. My bottoms were pushing against my molars while my tops, though not causing any issues externally, were turned against the roots. OUCH! So, the decision was made to cut all four out at once. No pain, no gain, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I remember is the IV being started and the doctor telling me I would begin to feel sleepy soon. He was right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I remember is the nurse helping me into the van while Dennis loaded the kids up. He told me later that I had conversed with the doctor about a follow-up appointment and that he and the kids met me in a room (not the same one I had surgery in) and walked with me out of the building to the van. Wow! talk about sleep-walking! He also tells me I was making goofy faces at the kids, but that's not unusual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis stopped at Chick-Fil-A for a mint chocolate chip milkshake to comfort me. Then on to the house to get me situated while he went to Kroger to pick up my prescriptions and ingredients for supper. Antibiotics and oxycodone taken, I settled in bed with an ice pack. A few hours later a tantalizing smell wakes me from my sweet slumber; Dennis had prepared manicotti from scratch, along with fresh homemade breadsticks! He had the gall to ask me if I wanted to eat ramen noodles!! I had manicotti, chopped up in tiny bites that I could savor on my tongue before swallowing, and boy, was it delish! Chef Boyardee, you ain't got nothin' on my hunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the second day, my cheeks were swelling and day 4 I was bruised. I endured being called "Chipmunk Cheeks" for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, the swelling is completely gone down and the bruises are fading. I am still waiting on the stitches to dissolve and will be glad to have a completely normal diet (I miss chewing up a good slab of steak!). I can talk and sing with minimal pain and am close to having a good laugh without hurting my jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, don't think I'll be pulling this stunt again any time soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8763637796086262641?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8763637796086262641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8763637796086262641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8763637796086262641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8763637796086262641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisdom-teeth-who-needs-them-anyway.html' title='Wisdom teeth - Who needs them anyway?'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2939503951406737166</id><published>2010-01-18T13:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:26:12.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>After taking 2 weeks off from schooling, it seems a bit harder this time to get back into a routine. School, violin lessons, swim and gym time along with endless errands can pull me in what feels like a million directions and cause stress. Sometimes I wonder if it will all get done and done correctly.&lt;br /&gt;But I take it one day at a time and with sickness over the past couple of weeks, if the kids or I need a day off from school, we take it, certain to make up over the next day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow days? We had a day of snow dusting, just enough for the kids to get excited about, so even though area schools closed, we remained "open." But the snow was pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2939503951406737166?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2939503951406737166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2939503951406737166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2939503951406737166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2939503951406737166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8047581168483511537</id><published>2009-12-28T14:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:44:26.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas blessings</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that 2009 is nearly behind us as we look forward to 2010! But once again, we are so blessed of God, though undeserving we are. We were able to spend Christmas eve with most of my side of the family, lacking only Ryan and his family along with Jared's two children. Then our Christmas day was spent at home, enjoying one another and reflecting on God's goodness to us over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;We have all been relatively healthy with minimal illnesses and minor complications. We have a place to call home with plenty of clothing and food. And material blessings beyond what we need at times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis, who is now 8 years old, continues to do well in 2nd grade schooling. She also proves her talent as a violinist as she played in a recital with other students and ministered in two nursing homes over the Christmas holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew continues to give joy and excitement as he learns to put letters together in reading and writing. Both he and Charis are "A" students. I am so thrilled to be able to teach them at home and watch as the "light comes on" through learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, well.... he's such a joyful personality and seems to enjoy keeping us on our toes with his funny antics. What a treasure he is to all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith lights up the home with her (mostly) sweet attitude. She seems to keep the perpetual "I love you" sign on her hand and uses it constantly when she fears she is going to be in trouble for something. As if she thinks it will rescue her from any and all punishment. She brings delight to me when she says, "Oh, I love you, Mommy!" with all sincerity about 30 times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis, the love of my life, is more that what God knew I needed. He takes care of our needs physically through the strength God allows him in working faithfully. A handyman at minor repairs, he put a quick fix on my dryer recently. What seems to be the motor bearing going out was tweaked by a twist of the drum while starting up the dryer! My hero.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited over what God has in store for us in the coming New Year. Will it be the year of HIS return? Will it be the year I see one of my children come to know HIM as their personal Savior? Will we face trials amid blessings? Regardless, I am going to keep loving my Lord and serving HIM; may I be found faithful in witnessing to those I come in contact with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and maybe, just maybe... I'll be a little more faithful to my blog and my "followers," in writing, reading and commenting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and ne'er brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8047581168483511537?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8047581168483511537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8047581168483511537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8047581168483511537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8047581168483511537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-blessings.html' title='Christmas blessings'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7726325091979138479</id><published>2009-10-03T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:05:40.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Way Too Long!</title><content type='html'>I have failed miserably at updating my blog.... but I am going to attempt it once again. I'll admit; I have become spoiled with facebook and the convenience of keeping that updated on a daily basis and posting pictures so much easier (they don't have to be edited before posting!). But then I realize, I have dear friends who still desire to read my blog and see my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see... what have I been busy with in the past four months? Oh, yes! Matthew turned the big 5 on June 22nd. Faith now is 2, as of July 2 and I am growing older, having reached 32 years of life. Dennis also had a birthday on September 21, maintaining his age just above my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has once again started for Charis; now learning 2nd grade, and Matthew in Kindergarten. Charis is beginning to understand multiplication and division concepts and will be learning more how to write stories and journal entries. Matthew is thrilled with each new word he learns and enjoys putting them together to make sentences. He is very creative when it comes to drawing as well! We have been taking advantage of a homeschool program offered by the local YMCA called "gym and swim." On Mondays, they learn more about swimming and water fun, then on Fridays, they do aerobics and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;After pretty much taking the summer off from violin lessons, Charis has picked it back up and we are working on re-learning what was lost and trying to move forward with some new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying busy with church ministries. Dennis is now the teacher of our young married Couples' SS class and we help out in teaching children's church when needed. I enjoy singing in the choir and solo specials as well as a part in a mixed quartet. Each of our children are also involved in a children's choir group. Charis sings with the Joyful JOES (Juniors Of East Side), Matthew is with the Pee Wee Patch club, while Andrew and Faith sing with the Toddler Tunes. They periodically have opportunity to sing specials in "Big Church" which always leaves us with smiles and blessings, often laughter as well, due to the typical antics of the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently enjoyed a trip to Gulf Shores for a week's vacation. It was refreshing to relax and watch the waves of the ocean. The kids had a wonderful time and it was over much too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer has come and gone and the fall is here, along with it's colorful beauty. God has truly blessed us and we are so grateful for His Hand guiding us on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7726325091979138479?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7726325091979138479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7726325091979138479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7726325091979138479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7726325091979138479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-way-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been Way Too Long!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-928148560919981200</id><published>2009-06-01T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:09:45.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f54597a4d446b354d673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Natchez Trace" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f54597a4d446b354d673d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled to Natchez Trace and then to Nashville for Memorial Day weekend. We enjoyed a stay in a cabin ("cabinet" as Andrew called it) and swimming and even a pontoon ride on Pin Oak Lake. Enjoy the pictures of horseback and pontoon riding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-928148560919981200?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/928148560919981200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=928148560919981200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/928148560919981200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/928148560919981200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day weekend'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-6809158084910590935</id><published>2009-05-29T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:57:48.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My, My, My!</title><content type='html'>Another month gone by and I am so behind on updates....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many pictures I could post... I guess I need to upload them in a smilebox and add them that way to save on time. We've had a pretty busy month of May. Finished schooling with Charis and she's anxious to start 2nd grade, am I? Matthew will begin kindergarden. But for now, we will just enjoy the summer months to give mommy a break at least! Look back soon for the smileboxes of pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-6809158084910590935?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6809158084910590935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=6809158084910590935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6809158084910590935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6809158084910590935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-my-my.html' title='My, My, My!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7738322184013558430</id><published>2009-04-29T17:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:55:01.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Behind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjatAEwY5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/jA-H7wcaJZs/s1600-h/TarHeels+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjatAEwY5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/jA-H7wcaJZs/s200/TarHeels+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330250625641898898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know! I am way behind in my blogging updates. I have found Facebook to be so much quicker and easier to update on a regular basis, that I have forgotten about the faithful few who rely on this blog for family goings-on; and I apologize to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I believe I have 2 months to catch up on, so first thing was the picture. The kids are now safe and warm... out of the snow. This was their Easter Sunday pictures, taken before we left the house. The ties did not stay on the boys all day! The girls had matching doll dresses for their dolls (which they didn't take to church either). It was fun to have them all matching and looking so dolled up for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March blew in and out and brought the April showers we are enjoying even today. We started a garden indoors to transplant outdoors once weather allowed for it. And everything we had started ended up dying on us. I told Dennis I didn't have a green thumb... maybe now he believes me. So, it will be off to the store/nursery to start over from someone else's success! Now where do I want my garden to grow...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy with school and winding down to only 3 more weeks before we are done with the 1st grade! I suppose it is time to look into ordering 2nd grade for Charis and Kindergarten for Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday (18th) following Easter Sunday, Charis decided one of her top front teeth was loose enough to co&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjZUWtFagI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TBsQVeNs8rY/s1600-h/April09random+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjZUWtFagI/AAAAAAAAAjo/TBsQVeNs8rY/s200/April09random+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330249102708271618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me out. Brave Mommy took a tissue and with a twist and a good yank, Charis became Snaggletooth. Until Monday night (27th), when her second top tooth showed enough wiggle room to let loose as well. Who was left to pull? You got it: Mom again! Now she is "toofless" until the permanent teeth make their appearance. I didn't think she would stay little forever, but it's so hard to believe my firstborn is growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and Andrew are .... well, boys! The keep me smiling, laughing and running after them, hoping to keep some semblance of clean on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjZUMdtjII/AAAAAAAAAjY/IRcmh8CStE0/s1600-h/March09Random+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjZUMdtjII/AAAAAAAAAjY/IRcmh8CStE0/s200/March09Random+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330249099959438466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Faith, hmmmm, her hair is long and thick enough I can pull it up/back into ponytails or pigtails! Cute as a button, she is the "life of the party" with h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjZUmp20KI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ssvxyJimv18/s1600-h/April09random+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjZUmp20KI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ssvxyJimv18/s200/April09random+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330249106989699234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er precious little antics. Oh, don't get me wrong; she's no angel. This girl has an attitude all her own! I don't think she gets it from Daddy and I KNOW she doesn't get it from her Mommy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7738322184013558430?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7738322184013558430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7738322184013558430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7738322184013558430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7738322184013558430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/04/way-behind.html' title='Way Behind!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SfjatAEwY5I/AAAAAAAAAj4/jA-H7wcaJZs/s72-c/TarHeels+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-909321165747282449</id><published>2009-03-19T14:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:01:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e27dd6145185923" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e27dd6145185923&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/909321165747282449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=909321165747282449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/909321165747282449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/909321165747282449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-video-to-make-you-laugh-and-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-1711992892444364361</id><published>2009-02-27T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:57:53.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto friday'/><title type='text'>Foto Friday ~ Precious Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SadkFnRBzJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zcC83VlnGak/s1600-h/Baby+Faith+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307320733481946258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SadkFnRBzJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zcC83VlnGak/s200/Baby+Faith+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 4 blessings always leave me with precious memories! Charis, Matthew, Andrew and Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-1711992892444364361?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1711992892444364361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=1711992892444364361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1711992892444364361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1711992892444364361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/foto-friday-precious-memories.html' title='Foto Friday ~ Precious Memories'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SadkFnRBzJI/AAAAAAAAAiY/zcC83VlnGak/s72-c/Baby+Faith+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-1933819731630561282</id><published>2009-02-18T16:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:10:13.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>We met on March 27, 1998 at a farewell service for Bro. Stacey Pearcy, who was leaving my church to pastor his own church in Kentucky. A dear friend, Bro. John French, decided that he should play matchmaker and put the two of us together. His plan: to invite Dennis to come to the fellowship at Immanuel Missionary Baptist Church and meet a young lady (me). They traveled from New Hope Baptist Church in Millington to Milan, TN; an hour and a half drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The service ended and everyone filed out of the auditorium, headed to the fellowship hall for a bite to eat. As I exited, I found myself face to face with a handsome young man with a bright smile and beautiful blue eyes. Bro. John stood next to him and introduced us to each other: "you both have a few things in common," he said with his wacky sense of humor, "you're both single, saved and searching!" I was instructed to make sure Dennis got a plate of food and some 'nanner puddin' (banana pudding for those reading that may be unfamiliar with the southern term).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we fixed our plates and sat down to converse. I asked him '20 questions' trying to get to know him... how old are you, when's your birthday, what do you do for work, any family, are you saved, etc. My final question: "Would you like some banana pudding?" was the last straw.... he doesn't &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;banana pudding! Truly, I was uninterested in giving in to the matchmaking game and was pretty much just annoying him. He left that night and I never expected to see him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our church's annual camp meeting was less than a month away and who should show up? You guessed it: Dennis Bentley. We spoke a little more every day conversation and I found out that he actually was a fairly nice person, despite the fact that he hates banana pudding. He came again the following night and asked my dad's permission to get to know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the remainder of that year, we wrote to each other, he called and we visited when opportunity allowed. In July, he informed my dad of his intentions to court me (with his approval) having the ultimate purpose of marriage. Not quite a proposal, but he wanted to prove himself to be more than just a man looking for a good time before being on his way to the next girl. I found that we had more than just the three "s's" in common; our beliefs, standards and convictions were similar and I saw his interaction with children, making a mental note that he would be a great father one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 19, 2008, Dennis came to my house to visit with my parents and me. As we sat quietly talking, he surprised me with a simple question: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to read his mind, I offered: "That you love me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, yes, that too, but actually, I was wondering if you would be willing to marry me and be my wife?" was his repsonse as he knelt beside me and pulled out a ring. I all but shouted, "yes!" as I hugged him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6AdIL1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Ez_Yg7bCitI/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268289806446418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6AdIL1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Ez_Yg7bCitI/s200/IMG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding plans were made as we set the date for February 19, 2000. The time dragged by and yet flew as the day drew nearer and all was set in order. Finally, our wedding day arrived with a beautiful sunny day, relatively warm for mid-winter, and the wedding ensued with dear friends and family gathered around us to help celebrate our union vows to one another and before God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6SUKcBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OUw1rzGuEco/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268294600683538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6SUKcBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OUw1rzGuEco/s200/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6Oz59KI/AAAAAAAAAho/a5Qv-bCZd00/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268293660079266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6Oz59KI/AAAAAAAAAho/a5Qv-bCZd00/s200/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nine years later, we are still in love. We've had our share of battles and struggles. Life has shown us sorrow and joy in our walk with God and with each other. But our love has grown sweeter and stronger with each passing day. God has blessed us with four wonderful children, along with the promise of seeing three others in Heaven one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6akrAkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/i2NTwA9fVQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268296817410626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6akrAkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/i2NTwA9fVQ8/s200/IMG_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have found out that love is a choice. Just as I choose each day to serve the Lord; so also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I choose to love Dennis. Sometimes it's not easy; we both have stubborn wills. But my commitment to him was "for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love, honor and obey, till death do us part." And by God's grace, I'll do so till we are parted by death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just for fun; in honor of our anniversary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your middle names? Wayne and Yvette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have you been together? See the above story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long did you know each other before you started dating? about 3 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who asked who out? he asked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old were each of you when you met? I was 20 and he was 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old are each of you now? 31 and 32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whose siblings do/did you see the most? mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any children together?Yes, Charis - 7, Matthew - 4, Andrew - 3, Faith - 1 and three in Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about Pets? not anymore, but we've had a dog and two cats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you go to the same school? no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you from the same hometown? no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is the smartest? he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is the most sensitive? probably me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you eat out most as a couple? my choice: Olive Garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple? Tennessee to Wyoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has the worst temper? me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who does/did the cooking? both, but he's better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is more social? me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is the neat-freak? Neither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who hogs the bed? he does &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wakes up earlier? usually he does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has the bigger family? I think I do, unless you count steps and halfs maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you spend the holidays? Either at home or my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have little pet names for each other?Yes, we call each other "Love" and "Babe" He also calls me Doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who eats more? we could have a contest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who sings better? I think we both sound pretty good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who’s older? he is, by 9 months and 28 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who does the dishes? me or the dishwasher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who snores? he does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who’s better with the computer? 'bout the same, I think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who drives when you are together? he does&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is the first to admit when they're wrong? definitely him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who kissed who first? he kissed me first... on my forehead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wears the pants in the relationship? he does, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who eats more sweets? Probably me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you two still a couple? Absolutely!&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/3070808369289212929-1933819731630561282?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1933819731630561282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=1933819731630561282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1933819731630561282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1933819731630561282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/nine-years-ago.html' title='Nine Years Ago...'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZyL6AdIL1I/AAAAAAAAAhg/Ez_Yg7bCitI/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5886828759895727426</id><published>2009-02-18T08:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:41:25.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday fun:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;***** For some reason, I am not getting the Smilebox to work properly on this. There are videos in this to watch as well, so be sure to look for them. I had to go back on the pages for the videos to show up to play!****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a63344e7a4d794f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Click to play Andrew is 3!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a63344e7a4d794f413d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" height="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a63344e7a4d794f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" height="46" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5886828759895727426?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5886828759895727426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5886828759895727426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5886828759895727426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5886828759895727426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-fun.html' title='The Birthday fun:'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8154391300205495825</id><published>2009-02-17T10:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:14:51.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Andrew is 3 years old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzEX2BZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZRlDZf4lRBs/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303804176692020626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzEX2BZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZRlDZf4lRBs/s200/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 16-17, 2006:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been having contractions over the course of two days. They would be frequent, but not strong; then strong, but not frequent. This day started the same way: contractions about 20 minutes apart, but not alarming. Dennis went to work and I started with cleaning and tending to Charis and Matthew. The day progressed with not much excitement. I could feel the tightening in my stomach with certain things I did, or ways that I moved. The time between contractions spaced out, but still somehow I knew that today was the day. So, I prepared the best I could. Everything was ready at the house. We would be having company, Dennis’ mom, while we were in the hospital, so I wanted to make sure all the laundry was done, house was cleaned and meals prepared somewhat in advance for a day or two. My overnight bag was partially ready. Then we headed out the door for groceries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the usual stores, starting with Wal-Mart. I leisurely strolled around, pushing my cart with Matthew in it and Charis walking beside me. I met several friends while there. Each one asked of my condition. I informed them I was walking around, preparing for labor. Then I continued with my shopping. It took a few hours to get all that I needed; going to three different stores. I returned home, put the groceries away and prepared supper. Dennis came home about 5:00 pm and we sat down to eat. My contractions had eased off throughout the evening as I cleaned up after the meal. We soon readied the children for bed and had our family devotion time. At 9:30 pm, Charis and Matthew went to bed, while Dennis and I sat up, watching T.V.&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments, I felt a contraction strong enough that I began to time it: 40 seconds. Moments later another one hit, harder than the last. I stood up and paced, glancing at the clock as I did. The time was 9:55 pm and another 40-second contraction. Dennis took notice and asked if it were time. “I think so,” was my reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He headed to the children’s rooms and woke them up, gathering their clothes for the next day and placing them in an overnight bag. I finished packing my own. Another contraction at 10:00 pm and I realized we would certainly be heading to the hospital for baby #3 tonight. I called Dennis’ mom, she couldn’t make it until the next day, so we made arrangements with a friend to keep the kids over night. At 10:30, we walked out the door, contractions still 5 minutes apart and ranging from 30-40 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the sitter’s, I called the doctor. She told me to come on in and they would check me out. Between contractions, I felt fine. I would chat with Dennis and the kids, telling them their baby brother would be born soon. At the sitter’s, I gave instructions, told the kids bye and we were on our way to the hospital. I was excited; I was going to have this baby tonight. Dennis was skeptical, he thought we would be sent back home to wait for another day or longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the hospital around 11:30 pm. Just before getting out of the car, another contraction started. Each one was still 5 minutes apart, so I knew when it eased off I had exactly 5 minutes to get to triage before the next one hit. I grabbed my purse, got out, shut the door and practically ran to the hospital. Dennis was right on my heels wondering how I could be so fast if I were about to give birth. When I walked into triage, I told the nurse who I was. She pulled my records and sent me to a room. I was evaluated, measuring at 5 cm dilated and fully effaced. She checked me into my own labor/delivery room at 11:55pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooked up to a monitor and waiting for the doctor, I continued to have contractions, now about 3 minutes apart and getting stronger. I immediately asked for an epidural and received it in short order. Dr. Zite arrived and checked my cervix; I was at 7 cm. She and the nurses hovered near the door for the next few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 3:00 am on Friday, February 17, another contraction hit and the monitor indicated a drop in the heart rate of the baby. Fearing the loss of another baby, I pressed the “call nurse” button and informed them of what was happening. Next thing I knew, Dr. Zite and 3 nurses were hovering around me telling me we needed to get the baby out now. I didn’t want another caesarean, so they fixed the bed and I began pushing. The baby did not want to come out and yet, I could not stop the urge to push. Contractions seemed to not let up for me to get my breath. A nurse brought in a mirror for me to watch progress. That helped as I was able to see the head crown, I bore down with more stamina to push him out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a relief it was when he came out crying. The clock said 3:15 am as Dennis cut the umbilical cord. The baby was weighed and measured at 7 lbs, 10 oz and 20 ½ inches. We were moved to a recovery room shortly after but it wasn’t until some sleep and breakfast that we finally named him. We wanted a Bible name and we wanted to use my grandfather’s name as well. And that's how Andrew Harold was born three years ag&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrly8i84OI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gl7mzWaKxK8/s1600-h/whatever+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303804174591123682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrly8i84OI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gl7mzWaKxK8/s200/whatever+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o on February 17, 2006!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzG9LVVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5lb70xwc1-c/s1600-h/whatever+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303804177385477458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzG9LVVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5lb70xwc1-c/s200/whatever+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzLD_6OI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GLenwCmrETs/s1600-h/camping+trip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303804178487830754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzLD_6OI/AAAAAAAAAhA/GLenwCmrETs/s200/camping+trip+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Tonight we will celebrate this special day as a family. Our plans are to eat at Incredible Pizza, play a few games, then come home for cake and ice cream and presents.&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/3070808369289212929-8154391300205495825?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8154391300205495825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8154391300205495825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8154391300205495825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8154391300205495825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/andrew-is-3-years-old-today.html' title='Andrew is 3 years old today!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SZrlzEX2BZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZRlDZf4lRBs/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5309431088055566734</id><published>2009-02-12T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:27:43.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Faith loves to get the spray bottle and squirt it, usually into her mouth. But this time, I caught her doing otherwise. I kept hearing her squeal with delight and when I went to check on her... this is what I found:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dcdbea89c95b3afd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcdbea89c95b3afd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D776BBF827BC7AC9B882C21F2389A3C717C1A9B10.5B3905F950DD18AB8A4D6BAE4A8B9FA7D104BFA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcdbea89c95b3afd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1DvRz7nc1EMkxWC1KZys5UOOGJM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcdbea89c95b3afd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D776BBF827BC7AC9B882C21F2389A3C717C1A9B10.5B3905F950DD18AB8A4D6BAE4A8B9FA7D104BFA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcdbea89c95b3afd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1DvRz7nc1EMkxWC1KZys5UOOGJM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She says "cheese" in anticipation of getting her picture taken. Doesn't it make you just want to reach through the screen and give her sugars!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5309431088055566734?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dcdbea89c95b3afd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5309431088055566734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5309431088055566734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5309431088055566734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5309431088055566734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-6865930151501929064</id><published>2009-02-10T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:27:06.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy month of events</title><content type='html'>February is a busy month of events for me and my family. We start off with the 4th being my nephew, Benjamin's birthday. Benjamin was born the day we found out we had lost Bethany, so he holds a very special place in my heart! I don't think of him without thinking of Bethany and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, on the 6th is Bethany Joy's special day. We speak of her to the other children and keep her picture on the mantle with the others, so she is remembered fondly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another nephew's birthday: Nathan is now 3 years old! He is the firstborn of my middle brother, Ryan, and his wife, Abria. We don't get to see them often, but we love them dearly. Happy Birthday, Nathan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th, when most people enjoy the frivolties of Valentine's Day, I think of my baby brother, Jared. He is Benjamin's father (and a great one at that, I must say!) and the torture of my childhood! I love you, Jared! =0P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again on the 17th, we will be celebrating Andrew's 3rd birthday. Abria and I were expecting at the same time. She beat me to the punch by only a week, but it was fun sharing the anticipation together! More on his birthday in a week or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later, Dennis and I will share our 9th wedding anniversary. When I married him, I married my best friend; and he is still my best friend today. I thank the Lord for blessing me with such a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, February, the shortest month of the year, is one filled with memories and joys, more so than any other month! Happy February, my fellow bloggers and readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-6865930151501929064?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6865930151501929064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=6865930151501929064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6865930151501929064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6865930151501929064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-month-of-events.html' title='A busy month of events'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4391258221216554807</id><published>2009-02-03T13:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:35:34.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ago today...Bethany Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SYxYXajsDeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QMFJATSjlX4/s1600-h/feb09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708020797476322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SYxYXajsDeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QMFJATSjlX4/s200/feb09+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was July 2002. I had recently come back from a long trip for a family visit with Charis, who was 6 months old, and my parents. Oh how sweet it was to be reunited with my husband. Now, I had found out I was pregnant. What bliss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For 20 weeks I carried this unknown child, love growing as time went on. We had an ultrasound which showed a cyst on the baby's brain. Possibly Trisomy 18? A second ultrasound a week later ruled that out and the cyst had disappeared.I had a girl; I was ready for a boy. Dennis would be excited for sure. But we wanted to be surprised. Days, weeks, months passed on and the baby grew. I could feel the hiccups on occasion. And those feet! Wow, definitely a kicker. Each doctor's visit would send me home with a good report.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, February 3, 2003 dawned to a beautiful day. I carried on with my typical SAHM business: tending to my now 1 year old daughter, cleaning house, preparing supper for my husband's return from work. As the day wore on, it seemed I was not feeling much movement from the baby. No worries since I was 33 weeks. This being my second child, it was close to time for the baby to descend, readying for delivery. As big as I was getting, there couldn't be too much room to kick and squirm as often anyway. I poked at a little nub of knee, or maybe a heel, I don't know. It was protruding from just under my ribcage. I felt it move at my prodding and my concerns fled.9pm, we had put Charis to bed and were sitting quietly discussing the day. I shared with him my thoughts on the baby, again pressing that persistent little foot, mentally noting it was in the exact same spot. I had a doctor's appointment scheduled the next morning, so I planned to ask about when movements slowed down. And we went to bed ourselves.My appointment was at 11am, Dennis was at work and Charis was with a friend. The nurse came in, checked my bp, weight, etc. Then she pulled out the Doppler to hear the heartbeat. This was my favorite time of each visit. But with the first try, she couldn't find a rhythm. A second and even a third with no results. "I am going to get the doctor, maybe I am not doing something right." "Sure, go ahead," I thought. "She is not going to find it either." Already, I knew in my heart that this baby was gone. So I prepared myself for the worst. I wanted to get off the table and call Denns, but the doctor came in with two other nurses before I could get up. She squeezed the goo on my belly and tried the Doppler herself. The only sound heard was the "whoosh-whoosh" of the placenta and a faint, slow and steady heartbeat: mine. We moved to another room; one with an ultrasound machine. I was hooked up and watched the screen for signs of life...anything. And there was nothing. The heart was still, the baby was still. I asked to find out the gender. Doctor tried to comfort me with "it's not your fault" and "please don't blame us." I was numb. I wanted my husband; I wanted my mom. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. She led me to her personal office and told me to call whoever I needed. I had time to decide when to deliver the baby. I called Dennis first. "She's gone!" was all I could get out around the lump in my throat. I heard his muffled cry, "No!!!" and then, "who?" his first thought was that I meant Charis. "The baby." We had discussed boy's names but never considered a girl. He told his boss and immediately left work to come to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my mom, trying to sound chipper for her sake. She was on her way to the hospital. My sister-in-law was in labor with her first child. I broke down. We decided to wait 2 days to deliver, so that family and friends could travel to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, February 6 started with snow. We had to be at the hospital at 5am for the induction. My parents were there. His mom was there. Friends dropped in to pray with us and encourage us. At 4:12pm I pushed a beautiful 4 lb. 12 oz. baby girl out. But there was no cry. Only the sound of the busy doctor and nurses cutting the cord, wiping her off and telling me to push for the afterbirth. They laid the baby in my arms. She looked so content, her arms folded across her tummy, her eyelids closed. Wait... did her eyes move? No, only my wild imagination hoping against hope. We were left alone for a few minutes, just my husband, our baby and me. We wept silently. Then we asked for Charis to come in. She didn't understand the solemnity. The baby was "icky" and she didn't want to hold her. I nearly hated having to share my baby with the visitors, but I knew they shared in my loss, somehow. We named her Bethany Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was released from the hospital on Friday. My heart was heavy, and my arms were empty. Instead of carrying a baby in my arms, I carried a plant. Someone was thoughtful enough to send one to the hospital. But it didn't replace the aching I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, we had the graveside service for her. It was cold sitting outside, but I felt a warmth inside from peace that only God could give. I was given Bethany to hold during the entire service. I felt as if I was given a second opportunity to tell her goodbye. As friends and family came by to comfort us, they hugged our necks. Some kissed the baby, others felt it too morbid. No matter, she wasn't really there anyway. My goodbye wasn't final that day we laid her to rest. She is in heaven with her Father. And there she waits for me. We don't know what caused her death, but we do know that now, today she is whole and happy. She never had to face the suffering we face here on earth. No sickness or pain for her. Only eternal joy in the presence of God. That was the peace I felt, the peace I feel today. She may be gone, but her memory lives on, even if it was only a brief one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."&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/3070808369289212929-4391258221216554807?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4391258221216554807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4391258221216554807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4391258221216554807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4391258221216554807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/02/6-years-ago-todaybethany-joy.html' title='6 years ago today...Bethany Joy'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SYxYXajsDeI/AAAAAAAAAgw/QMFJATSjlX4/s72-c/feb09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2410628873996918451</id><published>2009-01-23T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:00:00.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissy faces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto friday'/><title type='text'>Foto (and video) Friday</title><content type='html'>Here it is again... another Friday, and I'm playing along with &lt;a href="http://ballingerfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt; for a Foto Friday. Today's challenge is Kissy Faces. Babies always make the sweetest kissy faces, so here's two of mine and a video to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlFZhmXxMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lI6pAimUAHs/s1600-h/091008+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294339141769086146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlFZhmXxMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lI6pAimUAHs/s200/091008+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kissy Faithy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlFZe7RfuI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DDtI36sr2Y4/s1600-h/whatever+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294339141051449058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlFZe7RfuI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DDtI36sr2Y4/s200/whatever+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew's kissy face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of Faith running to give Daddy 'nite 'nite sugars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ballingerfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/foto-friday-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d0fd9184fccb857f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2410628873996918451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2410628873996918451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2410628873996918451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2410628873996918451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/foto-and-video-friday.html' title='Foto (and video) Friday'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlFZhmXxMI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lI6pAimUAHs/s72-c/091008+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5856087076204920106</id><published>2009-01-21T22:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:09:12.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pawpaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><title type='text'>Texas trip and Virginia visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after a phone call and several discussions on Saturday, we decided on Sunday morning to make a whirlwind trip to Dallas, Texas. Straight there, straight back. That's right, it's a 7-hour trip, but Dennis had to be back in time to get rest and be at work on Monday morning, so it left us with little choice. So we loaded up the kids in the van and headed down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, you ask? Well, let me answer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBztfYPXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Cy8q6AfFL9c/s1600-h/jan08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294335193591070066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBztfYPXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Cy8q6AfFL9c/s200/jan08+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Checking out the web, the two Big D's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dennis' dad, "PawPaw Danny" is from Virginia, but a job transfer landed him in Dallas, where he's been for quite some time. He's laid off work for a few days or so and we felt like it would be a good opportunity to have him come spend some time with us and the kids. Having no vehicle and all other modes of transportation ruled out, the only option was to drive there and pick him up. We arrived about 4:30pm, ate some dinner with him and headed back on the road to arrive back home at 1am, Monday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are certainly eating up the attention PawPaw's offered and I'm thinking he's rather enjoying himself as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzITs2GI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dRcqBR9P2SI/s1600-h/jan08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294335183609976930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzITs2GI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/dRcqBR9P2SI/s200/jan08+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charis decided to help Pawpaw rake up leaves and dump them in the burn pile. When you don't have a wheelbarrow, a trash can works wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzJUgccI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5P6fIvB4IXw/s1600-h/jan08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294335183881793986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzJUgccI/AAAAAAAAAfY/5P6fIvB4IXw/s200/jan08+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hangin' out with Pawpaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzZX5OTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/W6duGI8ncVk/s1600-h/jan08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294335188190968114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzZX5OTI/AAAAAAAAAfg/W6duGI8ncVk/s200/jan08+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew's buddy.... Pawpaw Danny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzZyDIUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/gCqH1VVvgII/s1600-h/jan08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294335188300669250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBzZyDIUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/gCqH1VVvgII/s200/jan08+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matthew and Faith spoilin' Pawpaw.&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/3070808369289212929-5856087076204920106?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5856087076204920106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5856087076204920106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5856087076204920106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5856087076204920106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/texas-trip-and-virginia-visitor.html' title='Texas trip and Virginia visitor'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SXlBztfYPXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Cy8q6AfFL9c/s72-c/jan08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-3845626590874167694</id><published>2009-01-14T09:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:23:44.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver eagle'/><title type='text'>Books of the Bible and Silver Eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MKNhjlBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xspQx1H_ZRI/s1600-h/jan08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179981775541266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MKNhjlBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xspQx1H_ZRI/s200/jan08+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, Charis and Matthew were presented with a Silver Eagle Award. This award is given by Bro. Bob Wright, a man in our church who started this program in 2004 for any child of East Side who could recite the books of the Bible in order. Charis and Matthew were the 37th and 38th recipients of the Silver Eagle award. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJRyMVuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vwTgc4eZ67g/s1600-h/slvreagle01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179965739194082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJRyMVuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/vwTgc4eZ67g/s200/slvreagle01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJ_HmDrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cg5O5uiKBsA/s1600-h/slvreagle03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179977908555442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJ_HmDrI/AAAAAAAAAe4/cg5O5uiKBsA/s200/slvreagle03.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the summer, we had started working on helping Charis to learn them, so she would find it easier to follow along in her Bible during preaching. One night, we noticed Matthew trying to say them before she did. So, we switched gears and worked with him as well. Knowing how easily embarrassed Matthew gets, I decided to let them go together to quote the books and receive the award. So, they both went to Bro. Wright on Sunday, November 30th and quoted the books of the Bible. As you can see, I was correct in my assumption, as Matthew kept inching closer and closer behind the pulpit while Charis stood in confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJpy1j4I/AAAAAAAAAew/_3C7ecmHrQA/s1600-h/slvreagle02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179972184346498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJpy1j4I/AAAAAAAAAew/_3C7ecmHrQA/s200/slvreagle02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJyEC5vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XVa-SdqqCNo/s1600-h/slvreagle04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179974404007666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MJyEC5vI/AAAAAAAAAfA/XVa-SdqqCNo/s200/slvreagle04.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of both of them. And still enjoy listening to them recite the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to be outdone, Andrew loves to "recite" the books of the Bible too. So, sit back (pause the music) and get a kick out of the smilebox videos as each one says the books of the Bible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a41334d6a49784f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Books of the Bible" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a41334d6a49784f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the second video of Matthew, toward the end, he's trying to see me behind the camera. I still get a good laugh when I watch it! As for Andrew, well, nearly anything he does (good, of course) is cute! I had finished recording the first video, trying to keep him somewhat in order and he decided he wanted me to record him doing "Matthew, Mark, Luke and John." Hence, the second video... how many "First and Seconds" did you pick out?&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/3070808369289212929-3845626590874167694?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3845626590874167694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=3845626590874167694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3845626590874167694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3845626590874167694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-of-bible-and-silver-eagles.html' title='Books of the Bible and Silver Eagles'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SW4MKNhjlBI/AAAAAAAAAfI/xspQx1H_ZRI/s72-c/jan08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4755183310947769406</id><published>2009-01-09T09:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:44:51.237-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto friday'/><title type='text'>*~Foto Friday~*</title><content type='html'>Today's Foto Friday theme is "Special Friends" per &lt;a href="http://ballingerfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt; and so I am going to have to post a couple of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ones are the Andrzejewski's, our dear friends and missionaries to Portugal. They left a year ago with assurances to our children and theirs that it would be 5 years before they could come back for furlough. Charis is counting down the years (only 4 more to go) and keeping up with who will be how old (the kids, not the adults)when that time finally comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFKsa2XI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4ndVduYSClQ/s1600-h/all+of+them+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144699093440882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFKsa2XI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4ndVduYSClQ/s200/all+of+them+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRE7b971I/AAAAAAAAAeI/BOLYaIijxuU/s1600-h/all+of+them+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144694997905234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRE7b971I/AAAAAAAAAeI/BOLYaIijxuU/s200/all+of+them+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next ones are the Lanham's, who moved away 3 years ago to a far away coast called King Cove, Alaska. Charis doesn't think it's too far away and that we should be able to get there quickly (if we could travel as fast as her finger does across the United States wall map!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFahsx_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/cPM7UBS1ais/s1600-h/more+of+them1007+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144703343446002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFahsx_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/cPM7UBS1ais/s200/more+of+them1007+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFChmvKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hjf3Zv4fkzI/s1600-h/more+of+them1007+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289144696900598946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFChmvKI/AAAAAAAAAeY/hjf3Zv4fkzI/s200/more+of+them1007+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would fill quite a page for me to upload all the pictures of all my friends who hold a special place in my heart, but these two will have to do for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-4755183310947769406?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4755183310947769406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4755183310947769406&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4755183310947769406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4755183310947769406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/foto-friday.html' title='*~Foto Friday~*'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SWbRFKsa2XI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4ndVduYSClQ/s72-c/all+of+them+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8031384415380590665</id><published>2009-01-08T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:53:31.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><title type='text'>Darkness - a poem</title><content type='html'>I was carrying Andrew down the stairs this morning before sun-up. It was so dark I could hardly make out the steps as I counted my way down. He lay his head on my shoulder, relaxed in complete trust. As I pondered his faith in me, I began this poem. Amazing how the Lord uses little mundane things in our lives to speak to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leading me in a new path&lt;br /&gt;One I've not been on before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first, won't be the last&lt;br /&gt;He's led so many more.&lt;br /&gt;This place is so much different,&lt;br /&gt;yet the same as all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;It's one more time of molding me;&lt;br /&gt;my faith in Him to test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say, "I'm afraid of the dark!"&lt;br /&gt;But that's truly not the case.&lt;br /&gt;For darkness holds just shadows&lt;br /&gt;Which light can fast erase.&lt;br /&gt;What we fear most is the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Of what may lie ahead.&lt;br /&gt;But with my hand held close in His&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm safely led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as He's brought me through before&lt;br /&gt;He'll do so once again.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come out rejoicing,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing glory to His name.&lt;br /&gt;So as I travel down life's road&lt;br /&gt;The next step I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay my head upon His shoulder&lt;br /&gt;For he is carrying me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8031384415380590665?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8031384415380590665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8031384415380590665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8031384415380590665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8031384415380590665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/darkness-poem.html' title='Darkness - a poem'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5663207460307334006</id><published>2009-01-02T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:00:32.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose I must....</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas time, and would rather keep all the Christmas decorations up and Christmas music playing, but I suppose I must take the tree out and pack away all the decorations for another 10 months and 6 days (if I wait until the day after Thanksgiving). So, my blog is getting its 2009 facelift and the music changes for awhile. I am so thankful that I can have Christmas all year long in my heart though. It's not about the tree and the lights, the decorations, the food or the presents. But rather the presence of my Lord and Saviour. Christmas is about the babe in a manger who willingly left His throne in Heaven to take on the robe of flesh; becoming man so He could feel our infirmities and give His life for ours on the cross. Christmas extends to the grave where He lay buried for three days and then gloriously arose to promise us eternal life when we simply put our faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the joy that flows through my life.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is peace that comes from trusting God.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is love that shows to all mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is Christ! And when you know Him, you have Christmas all year long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5663207460307334006?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5663207460307334006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5663207460307334006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5663207460307334006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5663207460307334006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-suppose-i-must.html' title='I suppose I must....'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4887914450484885079</id><published>2008-12-30T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:54:46.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting and Rejoicing</title><content type='html'>Reflections on 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, we were living in Knoxville, preparing to make a move back to the Memphis area where God was once again directing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what was in store for the coming year, amazed at how fast the year past had flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind dear friends as we cherish the life-long friendships made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new house; first-time home-buyers, still in awe at what God provided for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new church family with a growing circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis starting first grade and Matthew in K-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new violin teacher for Charis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith's first birthday in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew learning to potty-train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing in a new year: 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, standing at the crossroads, wondering what lies ahead. God has been faithful and will continue to be, as He never changes. But change for us is good; those things He uses in our lives to mold us more into His image. Complacency should not be found in the Christian's life. We should be growing, drawing ever closer to our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be one of changes, as the Lord tarries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new U.S. president (what a change!) for our country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year older for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for more wisdom, more peace, more grace, more Spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for salvation for my children and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year be a more blessed and Christ-filled one than 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-4887914450484885079?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4887914450484885079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4887914450484885079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4887914450484885079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4887914450484885079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflecting-and-rejoicing.html' title='Reflecting and Rejoicing'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-9009780328449439819</id><published>2008-12-30T09:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:30:04.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed a simple family Christmas this year, and what fun we had watching the children open the gifts under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpLASShj1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/JuMlp_gDvFk/s1600-h/120808+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619580954316626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpLASShj1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/JuMlp_gDvFk/s200/120808+065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a fresh cut tree from a local nursery, set it up with lights and let the kids hang most of the ornaments, while we decorated the mantle and banister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpK_Lo4DQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0JG-IdGGhFU/s1600-h/120808+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619561989147906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpK_Lo4DQI/AAAAAAAAAdg/0JG-IdGGhFU/s200/120808+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpK_5XOo9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/KY4eonTbf1M/s1600-h/120808+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619574263161810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpK_5XOo9I/AAAAAAAAAdw/KY4eonTbf1M/s200/120808+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpK_kH0RhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oTAoFMl7JdM/s1600-h/120808+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619568561374738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpK_kH0RhI/AAAAAAAAAdo/oTAoFMl7JdM/s200/120808+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they went to bed, we wrapped up a few gifts and placed them under the tree. Over the next few weeks, the gifts gradually increased along with the anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpLAFxinuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xXN3SqMP51s/s1600-h/120808+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285619577594748642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpLAFxinuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/xXN3SqMP51s/s200/120808+064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas morning, we woke about 8am and readied ourselves for the day. I made breakfast and we ate, then cleaned up. After reading the Christmas story, we began pulling gifts out for the kids to unwrap. I'll let Smilebox let you in on the enjoyment of the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a63774e5467784f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play  " src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a63774e5467784f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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/3070808369289212929-9009780328449439819?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/9009780328449439819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=9009780328449439819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/9009780328449439819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/9009780328449439819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SVpLASShj1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/JuMlp_gDvFk/s72-c/120808+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8790788791511401033</id><published>2008-12-24T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:55:12.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Charis Dawn!</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Charis' 7th birthday on Sunday, December 21. So, this slideshow is just of her birthday and her violin recital. Be sure to pause the Christmas music before you go to Smilebox so you can listen to the clips of her songs! And come back to leave a comment for her if you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a55774d5455334f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Charis Dawn" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a55774d5455334f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8790788791511401033?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8790788791511401033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8790788791511401033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8790788791511401033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8790788791511401033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/charis-dawn.html' title='Charis Dawn!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7918093704815770273</id><published>2008-12-19T20:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:55:01.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving updates</title><content type='html'>A little late, I know... but here are some pictures of Thanksgiving with my family. Tune in after the weekend for an exciting update on our soon-to-be 7 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a45304d6a417a4f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Fall Family Fun" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a45304d6a417a4f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7918093704815770273?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7918093704815770273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7918093704815770273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7918093704815770273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7918093704815770273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-updates.html' title='Thanksgiving updates'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-975820965101181358</id><published>2008-12-11T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:49:06.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Foto Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278729344190486514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SUHQXuHnl_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gZ6Sv3nMek0/s200/foto.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet memories of Thanksgiving with my family. This certainly fits in the "Happy Faces" description: Faith still gets a happy face when she sees this picture of her and Nanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278729344841479906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SUHQXwi09uI/AAAAAAAAAdY/W3Qg3TAbKoM/s200/120808+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-975820965101181358?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/975820965101181358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=975820965101181358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/975820965101181358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/975820965101181358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-memories-of-thanksgiving-with-my.html' title='Foto Friday'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SUHQXuHnl_I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gZ6Sv3nMek0/s72-c/foto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5771614302897410824</id><published>2008-12-08T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:09:39.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5467774e7a45774d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Bubble bath" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5467774e7a45774d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5771614302897410824?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5771614302897410824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5771614302897410824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5771614302897410824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5771614302897410824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8317577579368186275</id><published>2008-11-21T11:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:16:08.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><title type='text'>Potty trained!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we have worked on a week of potty training with Andrew and have been successful. Oh, we still have an occasional accident and nigttime training will come soon enough, but he's certainly proven himself to be a big boy! Sometimes he'll tell me, but for the most part, I just have to watch the clock and look for indicators that it's time to run to the potty. We started out last Saturday giving him candy as a reward every time he would use the toilet. By Wednesday night, when he went at church and I had no candy to give him at the time, he was okay with no reward. He enjoys getting to flush the toilet, so that seems to be reward enough, that along with lots of praise! So, we can save his teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8317577579368186275?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8317577579368186275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8317577579368186275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8317577579368186275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8317577579368186275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/potty-trained.html' title='Potty trained!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5887072195492714718</id><published>2008-11-14T13:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:17:54.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>Moving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SR3c4RpC3CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fLlAc0vKlvo/s1600-h/110608+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SR3c4RpC3CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fLlAc0vKlvo/s200/110608+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268609998459690018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not us.... our next door neighbors. I heard the rumble of a truck mid-morning. Peering out the front window, I see a Budget truck backing into the drive of our neighbor's house. Times got tight, he lost his job and now they have no choice. They are a sweet family, with children near the ages of my own. Playmates and friendships made are soon to be separated. I hate to see them leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It now leaves a void that must be filled by another family. And I wonder.... what will they be like? Will the Lord bless us with friendly neighbors, those of like-mind we can fellowship with? Or will they be sinners in need of a Saviour that God is preparing even now to hear the Gospel from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, it doesn't stop there, another neighbor is planning to move away in the Spring. They just can't make the house payments. Each situation different from the other, but ending in the same results. But for the grace of God, it could be us. I will miss them, both families, as I know my kids will. But on the flipside, I am excited to see who God has in store for us.... Anyone moving to Atoka real soon? I know of a couple of houses for sale next to, well.... me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5887072195492714718?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5887072195492714718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5887072195492714718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5887072195492714718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5887072195492714718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving.html' title='Moving?'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SR3c4RpC3CI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fLlAc0vKlvo/s72-c/110608+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-114117087284959214</id><published>2008-11-06T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:45:02.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos and Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e544d794e6a45304d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Bentley fun" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e544d794e6a45304d773d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=neverblue&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to "Pause" the smilebox so it doesn't flip the page in the middle of the videos! And pause the playlist music so you can hear the videos too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-114117087284959214?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/114117087284959214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=114117087284959214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/114117087284959214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/114117087284959214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/11/videos-and-pictures.html' title='Videos and Pictures'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8034047055753106279</id><published>2008-10-27T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:21:47.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Items of Interest</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming and we are all looking into what to buy and what not to buy for our children. Well here is something to consider not buying; the Mattel Lil' Mommy Cuddle &amp; Coo doll. Mattel was contacted by numerous parents with the complaint that the doll utters the words, "Islam is the light." The company denied these allegations, but with enough pressure supposedly removed that clip from the soundtrack of future productions. If you have the doll alreaedy, listen to it carefully. And if not, here is a clip of the soundtrack to listen to: &lt;a href=http://investor.shareholder.com/common/download/download.cfm?companyid=MAT&amp;fileid=241605&amp;filekey=DFDBBCA4-F472-4681-9913-CF9E8E3F269F&amp;filename=Lil_Mommie_Coo_Original_10K.mp3&gt;Cuddle &amp; Coo soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, here is a movie offering to help overturn Roe vs. Wade. If you are interested in this cause, you can read about "Come What May", which is available on DVD, &lt;a href=http://www.onenewsnow.com/Culture/Default.aspx?id=297500&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8034047055753106279?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8034047055753106279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8034047055753106279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8034047055753106279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8034047055753106279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-items-of-interest.html' title='Random Items of Interest'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-3656481023533324142</id><published>2008-10-24T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:26:27.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Tabatha_Bentley/1567160216" title="Tabatha Bentley's Facebook profile" target=_TOP&gt;&lt;img src="http://badge.facebook.com/badge/1567160216.113.1522771469.png" border=0 alt="Tabatha Bentley's Facebook profile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've found a new toy. Several friends have told me about Facebook, but I was a bit unsure of it, especially hearing about myspace. Well, I guess you could say I finally broke weak and joined. Wow! I had no idea how many of my friends were on it. It's a neat place to re-connect with those you don't see regularly, and even chat with those you do. I could get lost in it, but, just as with everything else, I must prioritize and enjoy in moderation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-3656481023533324142?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3656481023533324142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=3656481023533324142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3656481023533324142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3656481023533324142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2862519528003418689</id><published>2008-10-21T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:19:11.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salvation'/><title type='text'>24 Years!</title><content type='html'>Today I am 24 years old. By my second birthday, that is. Yes, it was October 21, 1984, when I was just 7 years old, that I asked Christ to come into my heart and save me from my sinful condition. He forgave and forgot!&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed I must say that I am to be this "old" in the Lord and not as mature as I could be. I mean, I am 31 years old and am a wife, mother and have a few gray hairs and wrinkles even to show my age. &lt;br /&gt;But how much fruit is seen in my life by others. Can someone look at me, listen to me and see a "Christian"? Not just by name, but a "follower of Christ." Is my conversation such as is pleasing to God? Can I direct someone to Him by my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for saving my soul. I thank Him for an eternity in Heaven. I thank Him for loving me so much that He sent His only begotton Son to the cross to die in my stead, for my sins. Such love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know Him? Does He know you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2862519528003418689?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2862519528003418689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2862519528003418689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2862519528003418689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2862519528003418689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/24-years.html' title='24 Years!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2897475884395611316</id><published>2008-10-16T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:44:48.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Election</title><content type='html'>Our nation's polls are open for early voting today&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us much cast our vote, and Christians, we must pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must take a stand, we each should make our choice; &lt;br /&gt;To not decide this way or that means you won't have a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future of our country lies prayerfully in our own hands&lt;br /&gt;But it's only on our knees that we can seek to save our land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Though neither candidate stands firm on Biblical convictions,&lt;br /&gt;We must choose the closest one, regardless of their diction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democratic party chose the pun "Obama-nation."&lt;br /&gt;But truly looking from God's view, it's more "abomination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservative Republican McCain will talk the talk&lt;br /&gt;But when it's time to bite the bullet, will he walk the walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hope for change we have is living by God's Word.&lt;br /&gt;And country first will be obtained by trusting in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know our Father has a plan, He knows just what's in store&lt;br /&gt;And given what we're facing, we should pray as ne'er before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's humbly bow before our God, let's pray and seek His face.&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn away from wickedness and plead mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For He has promised He will hear His children and forgive,&lt;br /&gt;He'll heal our land and teach us every day how we should live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do your part to save America from "Ichabod"&lt;br /&gt;And help to keep our country "one nation under God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Tabatha Bentley&lt;br /&gt;October 14, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land." II Chronicles 7:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2897475884395611316?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2897475884395611316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2897475884395611316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2897475884395611316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2897475884395611316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/americas-election.html' title='America&apos;s Election'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8789188110624706183</id><published>2008-10-14T11:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:27:56.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Blog Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ballingerfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257044978419783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPTGjgr2WTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PZkJUhFwuhA/s200/Tagged_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, here is my twist on 7 random things about me. I love babies, I love being pregnant (and NO! I am not expecting another one!!!) Just another glimpse into my thought process of recent days:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I found out we were expecting our first baby (Charis) in July, 2001.... she was born December 21, 2001&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I found out we were expecting baby #2 in September, 2002 due date of March 31, 2003. Bethany Joy was born in Heaven on February 6, 2003 at a mere 33 weeks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I found out baby #3 was on its way in April, 2003... God chose a bud for His heavenly bouquet on May 17, just 8 weeks gestation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I found out November 2, 2003 that God had answered our prayer for another child and on June 22, 2004 Matthew made his debut into our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I found out how God can provide when everything is in an upheaval in the midst of moving across state to start college classes, along wit a new job in July, 2005. He surprised us with "news" of our 5th baby's presence and bouncing baby Andrew arrived on February 17, 2006.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I found out that nursing alone is NOT foolproof birth-control when God says He has another blessing in store for us. Andrew was just 9 months old in November when I started getting morning sickness and Faith grew beyond a "mustard" seed to full fruition on July 2, 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I found God's hand of healing lead me through yet another "in His will" decision which allowed us only 5 weeks of anticipation before He plucked baby #7 from my womb to await my heavenly homegoing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you do the math, I have been pregnant at least partially each year for the past 7 years! I post this, not to pull sympathy strings. I rejoice to know that God is taking better care of the three I "lost" than I could ever dream to attempt. No matter how short each life, they were not in vain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am supposed to tag 7 others to list 7 random things about themselves, each with their own twist, so here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrazycabreras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://meisphilzgurl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://phillips-partyoffour.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://benderparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://frenchfamilyintenn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesikorskifamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8789188110624706183?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8789188110624706183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8789188110624706183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8789188110624706183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8789188110624706183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-tag.html' title='Blog Tag'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPTGjgr2WTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PZkJUhFwuhA/s72-c/Tagged_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-878519233323633372</id><published>2008-10-13T16:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:51:50.542-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessica mcclure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>"Baby" Jessica McClure - 21 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPPUqXn_wJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/POLtMQX9jRE/s1600-h/060130_babyjessica_vmed_5p.small"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256779014432866450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPPUqXn_wJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/POLtMQX9jRE/s200/060130_babyjessica_vmed_5p.small" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPSjmFGmWDI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IYmfIlg6-KI/s1600-h/tdy_lauer_jessica2_070611.300w"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257006539648423986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPSjmFGmWDI/AAAAAAAAAXA/IYmfIlg6-KI/s200/tdy_lauer_jessica2_070611.300w" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have any memory of it at all. Everybody asks me that question. I answer 'I don't know.' I saw footage of me on Rescue 911 and it broke my heart to think that happened to a little girl and someone told me, 'honey, that's you'... It made me cry."&lt;br /&gt;"My scars remind me that I'm a survivor and that God loves me." ~ Jessica McClure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it odd that for the past week or so, my mind has been dwelling on a little toddler who had fallen into a pipe years ago, when I was in grade school. I couldn't remember all the details... I was only 10 years old when I heard the news. I remember her name being Jessica and it was a big case, I thought I recalled it happening in Texas, which is where I grew up. So I looked up the details online. It was 21 years ago today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19165433/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19165433/&lt;/a&gt; (an update from 6/11/2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was caught in a well in her own back yard in Midland, Texas when she was just 18 months old. That's very close to Faith's age! It was nearly 60 hours later that she was rescued. The trauma to her memory is minimal, but the scars remain for her life time. The news was big across the nation and it stands quite memorable in ways similar to "when JFK was shot" and "9-11." I really can't determine what triggered my mind in recalling Jessica McClure; why the Lord brought it to my recollection at this time. It really does seem odd to happen this close to the anniversary date of the event...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-878519233323633372?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/878519233323633372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=878519233323633372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/878519233323633372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/878519233323633372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-jessica-mcclure-21-years.html' title='&quot;Baby&quot; Jessica McClure - 21 years'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPPUqXn_wJI/AAAAAAAAAW4/POLtMQX9jRE/s72-c/060130_babyjessica_vmed_5p.small' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2067633535090907023</id><published>2008-10-13T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:45:03.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desires of our hearts</title><content type='html'>Can I share something with you? Just a touch of how sweet my Lord is.....&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I headed out to Wal-Mart for my weekly grocery, etc. shopping trip and saw a number of yard sale signs. Being a bargain-shopper, I just had to stop. I was looking for clothes for Charis, who is quickly outgrowing what she has. I made a few stops, but I didn't get any clothes. Instead, I found two table lamps that would match my new curtains beautifully. The man wanted $10 for both, and I nearly jumped at them, until I remembered that I didn't have end tables to put them on. He informed me that there were three houses just around the corner also hosting yard sales; maybe I would find end tables at one of them. I told him, if I did, I just might be right back. I pulled into the cul-de-sac just around the corner and as I walked up the drive to the first one, guess what was sitting there, pretty as you please? That's right! Two end tables in excellent condition. The asking price was $15, but I convinced the lady to sell at $10 since I had to buy the lamps to go with them. I loaded them up and headed back to the first house, where I talked the man down to $8.&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise for Dennis to open the van and see these rather than groceries (don't worry, I went and got the groceries too, they were just in the front and he opened the back)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPO3h_2WvWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/a3XMx_GFroo/s1600-h/lamp1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256746984774483298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPO3h_2WvWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/a3XMx_GFroo/s200/lamp1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPO3h1btuaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qIuq14iYYjE/s1600-h/lamp2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256746981978388898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPO3h1btuaI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qIuq14iYYjE/s200/lamp2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they match just perfectly?! It adds a lovely touch to our living room and I paid less than $20 for them. Now, can you argue with me that God is good?!!? I don't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2067633535090907023?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2067633535090907023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2067633535090907023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2067633535090907023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2067633535090907023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/desires-of-our-hearts.html' title='Desires of our hearts'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SPO3h_2WvWI/AAAAAAAAAWo/a3XMx_GFroo/s72-c/lamp1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-1835198776907846636</id><published>2008-10-10T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:00:57.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Making Memories</title><content type='html'>Since returning from our camping trip to Virginia, Charis and Matthew have been working on a scrapbook to capture their memories of the trip. They had collected a few leaves and flowers while there, but once we arrived back home, they had browned and turned to crisp so we were unable to use them. I allowed them to find some leaves around our house to use instead. Here is Charis shading a maple leaf and Matthew shading an oak leaf. The expressions on their faces were priceless as Mommy showed them how the leaf "appeared" by coloring on the sheet with the side of a crayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO918wbdarI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-CzsbdSvQ0U/s1600-h/091008+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255548976817334962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO918wbdarI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-CzsbdSvQ0U/s200/091008+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO918y5z_CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jB4N7pKZM2Y/s1600-h/091008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255548977481514018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO918y5z_CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jB4N7pKZM2Y/s200/091008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next project is a pine cone. We found a perfect little pine cone but I am not sure how to "capture" it for the scrapbooks. I thought of just taking a picture, but I want to be more creative than that. So, maybe we'll pull out some finger paint and let them roll the pine cone in the paint and then over a sheet of paper. The "mommy" in me is not quite prepared for the challenge of clean up afterwards though. And with only one pine cone, they'll either have to both be the same color (which the individuals happen to enjoy expressing their individuality) or it must be washable paint to do one and then another color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO9639O2uEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VNRAPXmWhHo/s1600-h/091008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255554391912921154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO9639O2uEI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VNRAPXmWhHo/s200/091008+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, here's a little creepy crawly who decided to visit us on our door jamb. Imagine me nearly tripping over Faith who was behind me when I open the door to take a picture of the oak tree below and come face to face (yes, he was eye level) with this:&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am petrified of a daddy-long-legged spider, just spiders in general. I can pick one of these up (with bare fingers!) and remove them kindly (you should have seen how many I had to remove from the tent during our camping trip!), but any other spider, no matter how big or small, must be squashed with a shoe! I actually left this one to stay or go as it pleased. He was gone by afternoon, when the temperature warmed up a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-1835198776907846636?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1835198776907846636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=1835198776907846636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1835198776907846636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1835198776907846636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/making-memories.html' title='Making Memories'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO918wbdarI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/-CzsbdSvQ0U/s72-c/091008+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5289110317533814067</id><published>2008-10-10T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:07:41.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*~*Foto Friday*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255541566924633394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO9vNcbXtTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yqswoPhLWHY/s200/091008+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any fall decorations beyond what the Lord has given us in His beauty and creation around our house. Here again is the oak tree that I have been taking pictures of each week. This was taken on this past rainy Tuesday. The red cluster is gone and now the tree is doppled with browns in the midst of the green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5289110317533814067?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5289110317533814067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5289110317533814067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5289110317533814067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5289110317533814067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/foto-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SO9vNcbXtTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yqswoPhLWHY/s72-c/091008+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-1007256222950475219</id><published>2008-10-01T11:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:17:07.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oak tree'/><title type='text'>Getting a little Froggy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVFZY7dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0Pq-T2FcH0o/s1600-h/091008+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252231068670029266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVFZY7dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0Pq-T2FcH0o/s200/091008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How close is this picture to the ones you see on billboards or copier advertisements? This little fellow was sitting on my back door step, where he nearly became nothing more than a messy green glob of goo, had I not stepped over him. My first thought was a leaf; I am glad I took a closer look! And now you can too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVFKr6eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ae3AtyNtvYQ/s1600-h/091008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252231068608358882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVFKr6eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ae3AtyNtvYQ/s200/091008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOumIC8J9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/vp0qJlXxp9I/s1600-h/091008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252233560462206930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOumIC8J9I/AAAAAAAAAVo/vp0qJlXxp9I/s200/091008+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We prodded him to move from the step to a safer spot. He jumped on me and on Charis, which was a wierd feeling of dampness and yet he'd not pee-ed on us either. (Don't worry, we still washed up good, just in case!) He then landed on the trampoline where we got the great shots. We turned the fun into a science study, showing the kids where his nostrils and ears were and examining his pads which allow him to stick on whatever he lands on. He did open his mouth, so we were able to see his tongue, but he didn't eat anything for us to see him in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOumagZ3_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/pJ-BIbLYPAw/s1600-h/091008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252233565417627634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOumagZ3_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/pJ-BIbLYPAw/s200/091008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOul99CzwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AN3ZGfdjA-8/s1600-h/091008+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252233557753122562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOul99CzwI/AAAAAAAAAVg/AN3ZGfdjA-8/s200/091008+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Oak Tree: Going from green, to red, to brown in just a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVQtEv8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zd98MPq__OE/s1600-h/091008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252231071705382850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVQtEv8I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zd98MPq__OE/s200/091008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-1007256222950475219?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1007256222950475219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=1007256222950475219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1007256222950475219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1007256222950475219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-little-froggy.html' title='Getting a little Froggy!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SOOsVFZY7dI/AAAAAAAAAU4/0Pq-T2FcH0o/s72-c/091008+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2329055666100764099</id><published>2008-09-23T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:13:21.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokies to the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNlNzJhrARI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OYSitJ3n4PM/s1600-h/Hokiegirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249312381802840338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNlNzJhrARI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OYSitJ3n4PM/s200/Hokiegirl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, we are Hokies! Virginia Tech is our college football team and we proudly play the song and wear the colors. Maroon and orange go well together as fall colors and, of course, fall is football season! Go, Hokies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2329055666100764099?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2329055666100764099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2329055666100764099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2329055666100764099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2329055666100764099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/hokies-to-heart.html' title='Hokies to the Heart'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNlNzJhrARI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/OYSitJ3n4PM/s72-c/Hokiegirl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7401215996390375984</id><published>2008-09-23T11:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:18:24.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oak tree'/><title type='text'>Fall Foliage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNlAy898pYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uDGVhRT6hhw/s1600-h/091008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249298084780615042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNlAy898pYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uDGVhRT6hhw/s200/091008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew has noticed the colors of the oak leaves changing as Autumn season has drawn closer. He was so excited to remind us that yesterday was the first day of Fall. Here is a picture of the oak tree we can see from our great window by the dining room table. I am going to attempt keeping vigil on this tree and taking pictures as the colors expand throughout the season. I love Fall; not as much as Spring, but I thoroughly enjoy seeing the finger of God paint the reds, purples and golden hues on various trees. I think of the beauty He gives even as death draws near. We know that winter is a picture of death and yet our Father allows a glow of beauty before it comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7401215996390375984?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7401215996390375984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7401215996390375984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7401215996390375984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7401215996390375984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-foliage.html' title='Fall Foliage'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNlAy898pYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uDGVhRT6hhw/s72-c/091008+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7770031277988106814</id><published>2008-09-19T14:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:36:28.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Ask You This...</title><content type='html'>1. Where do you fold your laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Must you be sure the dishes are washed before you go to bed each night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you use caller id to screen your calls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you let the low fuel light come on in your car before you fill up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a registered voter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Breakfast for dinner is one thing, but can you eat dinner for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you click on the ads you see on people's blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you just want to yell at smokers who are clearly standing within 50ft of the door at a restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "borrowed" these from a friend's blog and thought I'd add my two cents' worth so you can read when you're really bored (like now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to hear your answers as well...here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes on the dryer, most times in the living room floor with my kids helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No, but I will load the dishwasher to run and save the hand washables for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Well, since I use my cell phone for all my calls, I have no choice but to screen. However, I do typically answer all calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yes, isn't that what is there for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Absolutely, now if I could get who we really need into the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can stomach left over pizza for breakfast, or if it's late enough for brunch, I'll go for 'most anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ads on others' blogs? Ummm, I haven't really paid attention enough to click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yes! And more so at the doctors and nurses who stand and smoke in the path to the entrances at the hospitals and clinics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7770031277988106814?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7770031277988106814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7770031277988106814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7770031277988106814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7770031277988106814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-ask-you-this.html' title='Let Me Ask You This...'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5680924175991249545</id><published>2008-09-16T19:18:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:16:47.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virginia'/><title type='text'>Roughin' It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPP5eGHAPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9HABZuLu4IM/s1600-h/camping+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247766577054941426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPP5eGHAPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9HABZuLu4IM/s200/camping+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a wonderful time of camping last week! Our van was packed from top to bottom with tent, sleeping bags, blankets and pillows, fishing and camping gear, coolers of ice, drinks and snacks and 5 days' worth of clothing. My dad would be proud of me, I had all the kids' clothes in one large duffle bag, mine in a single bag and Dennis' in a single bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you'll see by the pictures that follow, the kids had a blast fishing, boating, playing on the playground and just hanging out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Setting up camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKp8i30DsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/A_tdIuk2FiI/s1600-h/camping+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443373458198210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKp8i30DsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/A_tdIuk2FiI/s200/camping+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uh Oh! Where's Faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPMSj-ENOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pQ2D9662-zA/s1600-h/camping+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247762610082034914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPMSj-ENOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pQ2D9662-zA/s200/camping+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here she comes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKp80_vFCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cBw5Roc8bdw/s1600-h/camping+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443378323264546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKp80_vFCI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cBw5Roc8bdw/s200/camping+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can we go play on the playground??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPN1ABlGYI/AAAAAAAAATY/EfGJUiJ2yuQ/s1600-h/camping+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247764301240146306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPN1ABlGYI/AAAAAAAAATY/EfGJUiJ2yuQ/s200/camping+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPN1R48uWI/AAAAAAAAATg/S0NsTdx5nHk/s1600-h/camping+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247764306035784034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPN1R48uWI/AAAAAAAAATg/S0NsTdx5nHk/s200/camping+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew sliding down, next comes Faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C'mon, Matthew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPPXsxy0_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Doqr83sTijM/s1600-h/camping+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765996880712690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPPXsxy0_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Doqr83sTijM/s200/camping+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPPXupkklI/AAAAAAAAATo/F2aXJU_9LiI/s1600-h/camping+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765997383094866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPPXupkklI/AAAAAAAAATo/F2aXJU_9LiI/s200/camping+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKp9r0fHfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ok7lRrLWHAU/s1600-h/camping+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443393040031218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKp9r0fHfI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ok7lRrLWHAU/s200/camping+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew's so brave!&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You go, Charis!&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrkYmRrBI/AAAAAAAAARw/PGyn8zaTyYU/s1600-h/camping+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247445157406682130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrkYmRrBI/AAAAAAAAARw/PGyn8zaTyYU/s200/camping+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Run and gather some sticks for firewood, we need it to cook so we can eat." Charis and Matthew are the ones you see off in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqtuB__-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/eKRNfH_b8os/s1600-h/camping+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444218267303906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqtuB__-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/eKRNfH_b8os/s200/camping+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKquFxtblI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HCq4Y4PLUd0/s1600-h/camping+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444224641429074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKquFxtblI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HCq4Y4PLUd0/s200/camping+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqt497iOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jOetPzCCW1A/s1600-h/camping+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444221203024098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqt497iOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jOetPzCCW1A/s200/camping+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long day of travel, setting up camp and playing, the kids were all tuckered out! But a good night's rest found them wide awake and ready for anothe day of excitement come morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLZdLQkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qYUMZh_o_jk/s1600-h/camping+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444728140218946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLZdLQkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qYUMZh_o_jk/s200/camping+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLJ3Yo3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LDKb7K2k3c0/s1600-h/camping+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444723955180402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLJ3Yo3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LDKb7K2k3c0/s200/camping+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLKHW-wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TRHtE09r3BE/s1600-h/camping+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444724022180610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLKHW-wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TRHtE09r3BE/s200/camping+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLJ3Yo3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/LDKb7K2k3c0/s1600-h/camping+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLKHW-wI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TRHtE09r3BE/s1600-h/camping+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a bit chilly again on Thursday, but that didn't stop us from having fun. Charis and Matthew went with Dennis to try out some "off shore" fishing. The bluegill were smart; they'd nibble on the worms till they were loosened from the hooks and swim away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTdLJa_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/6qcWzrQjw5M/s1600-h/camping+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443767065668594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTdLJa_I/AAAAAAAAAPY/6qcWzrQjw5M/s200/camping+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTc_rz6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/q-08Q-aNvzw/s1600-h/camping+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443767017590690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTc_rz6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/q-08Q-aNvzw/s200/camping+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTc_rz6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/q-08Q-aNvzw/s1600-h/camping+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrew's interest in fishing was minimal, he found other entertainment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTjZzeAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/J37nRbzuGpo/s1600-h/camping+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443768737757186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTjZzeAI/AAAAAAAAAPo/J37nRbzuGpo/s200/camping+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; he looking at so intently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTnVix9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/d03X83x_A80/s1600-h/camping+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443769793628114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKqTnVix9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/d03X83x_A80/s200/camping+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deer tracks! Run, Andrew, run!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrjp1bLiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jZLItTYjF1o/s1600-h/camping+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247445144853753378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrjp1bLiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/jZLItTYjF1o/s200/camping+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, we didn't see any deer, but we did have a visitor near our campsite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247447611337358930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKtzOM8PlI/AAAAAAAAATA/O7Vw0JyZOHI/s200/camping+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPYDmdonLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/crh5G4sUfkc/s1600-h/camping+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247775547192810674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPYDmdonLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/crh5G4sUfkc/s200/camping+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, Mr. Crane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKtzOM8PlI/AAAAAAAAATA/O7Vw0JyZOHI/s1600-h/camping+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll enjoy the video of this guy trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to steal an easy meal at the end of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;posting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday was beautiful, with mid-80's temperatures. Dennis rented a boat to see if fishing would be any better out in the lake. Dennis caught a bluegill, but the kids still had no luck. Still, they enjoyed the thrill of being out on a boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrj3nu9JI/AAAAAAAAARY/HBUFnOi0B_U/s1600-h/camping+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247445148554425490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrj3nu9JI/AAAAAAAAARY/HBUFnOi0B_U/s200/camping+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLi59RhI/AAAAAAAAARA/luDePIgdoDU/s1600-h/camping+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444730676856338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrLi59RhI/AAAAAAAAARA/luDePIgdoDU/s200/camping+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faith and I stayed at the campsite. She decided she wanted to play some football before taking a nap while the others were gone fishin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrL6_6K3I/AAAAAAAAARI/95xVu0ZgghY/s1600-h/camping+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444737144269682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrL6_6K3I/AAAAAAAAARI/95xVu0ZgghY/s200/camping+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And God made... the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also." (Genesis 1:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrkKMvH2I/AAAAAAAAARg/VvQam39wZYU/s1600-h/camping+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247445153541463906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrkKMvH2I/AAAAAAAAARg/VvQam39wZYU/s200/camping+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKpFTzlEqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/S3Fyr8cZM4M/s1600-h/camping+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247442424521101986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKpFTzlEqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/S3Fyr8cZM4M/s200/camping+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the last day, Dennis' cousin, Big Al and his wife Terri, joined us. He's better known by the kids as "Big Owl." We all had a great time of fun and fellowship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This crane went from foraging in the waters catching his meals to finding an "easy" catch. The only problem was, the bluegill was tied to Dennis' boat. Mr. Crane had a bigger fight on his hands, er... wings than had he kept on fishing. He would pull and tug, then step back and contemplate th situation. Quite the baffled bird, he was for a bit, but he did finally figure out how to get that fish off the string and enjoy his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b9ac9140ab1895f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9ac9140ab1895f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61686A1EA599BACF1766A8390605A24E5AC5D2AF.49AA673BC17D005D60759867DFC9C7643914A6BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9ac9140ab1895f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSnvSqthkn5A2pGJr527a46aVPKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db9ac9140ab1895f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61686A1EA599BACF1766A8390605A24E5AC5D2AF.49AA673BC17D005D60759867DFC9C7643914A6BF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db9ac9140ab1895f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSnvSqthkn5A2pGJr527a46aVPKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrkQh_BWI/AAAAAAAAARo/KWLXOe-4TyI/s1600-h/camping+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247445155241198946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKrkQh_BWI/AAAAAAAAARo/KWLXOe-4TyI/s200/camping+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the colors on his wings. It was a lovely blue color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKtykhT0-I/AAAAAAAAASo/M4JtALFXci0/s1600-h/camping+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247447600148501474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNKtykhT0-I/AAAAAAAAASo/M4JtALFXci0/s200/camping+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a sight! As we were driving out of the campgrounds heading toward home, the raccoon was sitting in the middle of the road. I just love how he glared at us as we passed by, almost as if he were daring us to run him over! But I think someone beat us to it, he limped off into the woods as we moved on. Poor fellow!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5680924175991249545?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b9ac9140ab1895f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5680924175991249545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5680924175991249545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5680924175991249545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5680924175991249545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/roughin-it.html' title='Roughin&apos; It'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SNPP5eGHAPI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9HABZuLu4IM/s72-c/camping+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-388473200768464439</id><published>2008-09-09T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:35:37.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violin lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>A big day!</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a day Monday was! It was certainly a big, busy day in the Bentley household. Dennis worked ALL day! Yes, from 6am until 9pm, he was away at work. But that's okay, because we are grateful for the provision of the Lord in strength to work and supply our every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis started 1st grade. After a little bit of trouble getting A Beka Books shipped to us; they finally arrived Friday. I took the weekend to go over lesson plans and set a more definite schedule. Matthew was so anxious to start that we got a sheet of paper and our Vowel chart out. I had him draw and color pictures of things that start with "A" and he did a really good job! I'll see if I can get a picture of his work on here soon.  With Matthew doing some school work, Charis seemed a bit more enthused to work on hers. She is learning cursive, which has already proved to be challenging just with the letter &lt;em&gt;e.&lt;/em&gt; But I'm not going to be discouraged; we have plenty of time to work on penmanship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also Charis' first violin lesson with a new teacher. We had set the violin to the side with our move and only recently picked it back up to practice over the summer. Ms. Melanie is a good teacher and strives to make it fun. Charis was a bit rusty on some review songs. She was given some new diddles to learn and was told to practice, practice, practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, we headed home and shortly after, the UPS truck pulled into our drive. Matthew ran to greet the driver as he handed him a box marked "A Beka Book." Talk about excitement! He wanted to do school all over again for the day. But we sat down and went through his materials so we could get a fresh start today. The excitement has even oozed down to Andrew: yes, he want to do school too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-388473200768464439?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/388473200768464439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=388473200768464439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/388473200768464439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/388473200768464439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-day.html' title='A big day!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4651147993854938934</id><published>2008-08-28T09:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:07:28.727-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4852bb24df466e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f4852bb24df466e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63EAFA939E80AA42C1721C896E91D78412BC424F.715229EDBD05B700DC1E871398135B06B5CFB10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4852bb24df466e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd_MbmsHkcLcmYrAt1ZcYuLzKr1w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f4852bb24df466e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63EAFA939E80AA42C1721C896E91D78412BC424F.715229EDBD05B700DC1E871398135B06B5CFB10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4852bb24df466e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd_MbmsHkcLcmYrAt1ZcYuLzKr1w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated Faith's first birthday July 2. She enjoyed her cake thoroughly as you will see by the pictures. I just thought Matthew's reason for her being "picky" about how she ate her cake was hillarious. You'll have to listen very closely... tell me, what does he say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8B4BpRsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CKkmWYP_Bjs/s1600-h/1st+bday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581956897326786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8B4BpRsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CKkmWYP_Bjs/s200/1st+bday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Notice the lack of clothing: after 3 other kids, we figured out cleanup is much easier this way!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8CBuy7gI/AAAAAAAAANY/QDnlnUn07Ig/s1600-h/1st+bday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581959502622210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8CBuy7gI/AAAAAAAAANY/QDnlnUn07Ig/s200/1st+bday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8CVQbzkI/AAAAAAAAANo/L0CDM07LJEs/s1600-h/1st+bday+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581964743986754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8CVQbzkI/AAAAAAAAANo/L0CDM07LJEs/s200/1st+bday+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8CHdy-HI/AAAAAAAAANg/eRDs2HnRtlE/s1600-h/1st+bday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581961041934450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8CHdy-HI/AAAAAAAAANg/eRDs2HnRtlE/s200/1st+bday+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8M8sVgGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6tjwH0zqM4U/s1600-h/1st+bday+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239582147128688738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8M8sVgGI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6tjwH0zqM4U/s200/1st+bday+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8ChVofQI/AAAAAAAAANw/X4OOJfs7vlA/s1600-h/1st+bday+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239581967987014914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8ChVofQI/AAAAAAAAANw/X4OOJfs7vlA/s200/1st+bday+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8M5SqCnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3hwgbJBAbIo/s1600-h/1st+bday+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239582146215676530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8M5SqCnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3hwgbJBAbIo/s200/1st+bday+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love to watch their curiosity and the expressions that come across their faces. The last one seems to capture: "I'm done and about to pop!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-4651147993854938934?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f4852bb24df466e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4651147993854938934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4651147993854938934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4651147993854938934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4651147993854938934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-news.html' title='Birthday News'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLa8B4BpRsI/AAAAAAAAANQ/CKkmWYP_Bjs/s72-c/1st+bday+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8866296448312575189</id><published>2008-08-25T12:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:06:13.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home updates'/><title type='text'>Back to Blogging</title><content type='html'>From the first sights of our house to the making of our home, here are the pictures of completed rooms. If you'd like to compare before and after pics, you can go to the archive posts on the right and click on the link 6/01 - 6/08 for the before pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLy8LuE6NI/AAAAAAAAANA/UjdshyHROlk/s1600-h/071508+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516432337430738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLy8LuE6NI/AAAAAAAAANA/UjdshyHROlk/s200/071508+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLy8WyLB8I/AAAAAAAAANI/UD3ptbQjEAw/s1600-h/master+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238516435307399106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLy8WyLB8I/AAAAAAAAANI/UD3ptbQjEAw/s200/master+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bedroom, along with the master bath, is my favorite of all the rooms. The colors seem to blend well and I love to see the sunlight brighten the rooms early in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLy8WyLB8I/AAAAAAAAANI/UD3ptbQjEAw/s1600-h/master+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsmA3L7hI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Tx6arc857Do/s1600-h/girls+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509454395960850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsmA3L7hI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Tx6arc857Do/s200/girls+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the girls' room. We liked the colors and papering in it, so we chose to leave it as is was. It also serves as a guest bedroom for short term stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the boys' room. Definitely an improvement, I think. I love how well the colors match on the sheets and the walls. We have a few other ideas we would like to add to the room as time and finances allow, but for now, it's better than purple! Beyond it is the playroom, which has yet to be finished. That is to be a kid's project once we get the nerve up to let them handle paint (which could be years ~ ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsmXOHAhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ua3K8gn55Ik/s1600-h/boys+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509460397687314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsmXOHAhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ua3K8gn55Ik/s200/boys+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsmfdNjyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q1e8polncec/s1600-h/living+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509462608514850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsmfdNjyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q1e8polncec/s200/living+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our living room looking down from the top of the stairs. This picture makes me dizzy, although actually looking down does not. Weird, huh? I am growing accustomed to numerous trips up and down the stairs every day. Maybe it'll help me keep my weight low. Since this picture, we have put curtains up on the windows, so maybe you'll get a glimpse of them in a future post... or maybe you'll just have to come visit sometime to see them yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen needed a bit of work with the range hood missing as well as the gaping hole where a diswasher should go. Those in place and my grapes up as decorations, and our kitchen is complete! Well, close... since most of the appliances are black, we would like to eventually replace the fridge with black, but if it's still ticking, we'll just keep saving until it's a need and not just a want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsm7esUiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ki4Jta7KDAs/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238509470130917922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLsm7esUiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ki4Jta7KDAs/s200/kitchen.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/3070808369289212929-8866296448312575189?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8866296448312575189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8866296448312575189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8866296448312575189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8866296448312575189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SLLy8LuE6NI/AAAAAAAAANA/UjdshyHROlk/s72-c/071508+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4902855409507042433</id><published>2008-06-23T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:45.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Single eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SF_7QuOsAMI/AAAAAAAAALc/aHhvZvRpprA/s1600-h/022108+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215163158224437442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SF_7QuOsAMI/AAAAAAAAALc/aHhvZvRpprA/s200/022108+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Andrew woke up Saturday morning looking like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed Friday evening that he had what appears to be a mosquito bite under his eye, on his cheek bone. No worries there, he's constantly got bites on his arms and legs. He went to bed that night looking and acting fine. Then at 7am, Charis brought him downstairs with a big bulging eyelid. After examining it the best we could and not finding anything to attribute it to, we decided to take him to a doctor. We considered the possibility of an allergic reaction to the bug bite, but wouldn't that have taken effect sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was given a booster shot (don't remember the name) of antibiotic and then was prescribed amoxcillin along with Benadryl. Off and on throughout the day he complained of it hurting. You should have seen the stares he received from adults and kids alike when we all went out for Matthew's party (that's another post)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, still looked pretty much the same, but when he woke up this morning, most of the swelling had gone down. There's minimal bruising on the inside corner of his eyelid, but still no evidence of anything definite that caused it. A bite on one of his hands began to swell yesterday, but a second one on the opposite hand did not swell. Baffled? Yes, we are. But the antibiotics and Benadryl seem to be helping and his diapers are &lt;em&gt;lovely!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another picture just to give you a good laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215165925275548834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SF_9xyTFPKI/AAAAAAAAALs/yyTy9FuwrE8/s200/022108+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Check back tomorrow for details on Matthew's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-4902855409507042433?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4902855409507042433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4902855409507042433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4902855409507042433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4902855409507042433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/single-eye.html' title='Single eye'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SF_7QuOsAMI/AAAAAAAAALc/aHhvZvRpprA/s72-c/022108+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8601023923111060563</id><published>2008-06-20T14:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:42:42.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Loss</title><content type='html'>I have just miscarried another child. Yes, I know, some of you are rolling your eyes, thinking: "Doesn't she know what birth control is?" and other ideas along those same lines. I don't use birth control methods for various reasons. We have tried NFP (natural family planning) and it has worked out okay in the past, but to be effective, you have to know your body's normal routine. And that's where I miscalculated. But enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;I took a test several weeks back that showed positive. Mixed emotions followed: We had just moved, just bought a house, Faith is only 10 months old.... I wanted more time before trying for any more, IF we decided to have any more children. I love my children, there's nothing I won't do for their best interest. And I would love to have a houseful, if that's what God wants for our family. I struggled for a few days with His timing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went through the excitement of another little one in my tummy. The joy of watching "me" grow, waiting to feel the movements, picking out names, looking forward to the thrills a baby brings to our home. For 5 weeks I tossed the ideas back and forth in my head; crying one day, smiling the next. I wanted to take another test to be sure before scheduling a doctor's appointment, since I couldn't quite determine how far along I really was.&lt;br /&gt;But on Memorial Day weekend, I began to miscarry. Nothing major, I thought... I've been through this before. Given a couple of weeks' time and I'll be better and things will be back to normal. Day 2 of my miscarriage, I began to feel faint. Just before heading to bed, I felt my head start to spin and my vision blurred. I sat down, then laid down on the kitchen floor to regain strength. When I felt better, I got up and readied for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half hours later; just after midnight, I woke up to go to the bathroom. When I finished, I headed back to the bed. My vision blurred again, so I stopped against the door jamb to rest my head and steady myself. I remember, thinking - if not saying - Dennis' name, asking for his help. That's the last I recall.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to a thumping sound and Dennis calling my name. The lights were all on, he was on the phone calling 9-1-1 and I was lying on the floor feeling bruised and sore. I had passed out and fallen to the floor, hitting the wall with my head as I fell. A bucket (sitting ready for when I had felt sick earlier in the day) was knocked over as I had landed against it, bruising my shoulder. The thumping noise was me having a seizure, head bumping the wall with each jerk. This is what alarmed Dennis enough to call emergency, I have never before had a seizure. Oh, don't get me wrong, he offered to call several times through the day, when I was so weak I couldn't get up. My legs ached badly as well, which was concerning me. But I told him, no, I'd be fine. That is, until I couldn't... didn't respond when he called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;EMT came, in the middle of a Saturday night. No sooner had they begun to check my vitals that the ambulance pulled up. We had a crowd of 5 strangers in our bedroom at midnight! They asked me quesions while they checked my blood pressure. The kids were all still asleep (thank goodness!) as I recounted the day's activities and my health over the past pregnancies. I was told to go to the hospital, I needed to see a doctor. So, Dennis woke up the kids and readied them to go while I sat on the bed, confined to my room by men who were determined to keep me there until Dennis could escort me out the door. I felt fine; weak, but fine! They figured I wasn't in a life-threatening situation, but at the same time, I couldn't even grab the diaper bag to make sure we had plenty of diapers and that my identification was all in it! So, I sat and I waited; awkwardly trying to chat about pregnancies and hoping to convince them that I would be a survivor and they would leave my house and let me be. Still, they waited.&lt;br /&gt;We got the kids in the van and I followed suit. The ambulance driver offered to follow us to the nearest hospital. He disappeared in the night just after pulling out of our drive, so we continued on our own till about halfway there. Dennis asked me again if I wanted to go. I said no. "I know what is wrong; we'll sit for who knows how long in the ER waiting to be seen. They'll check my vitals and such again, tell me, yes, I was pregnant and did miscarry. They may keep me for awhile since I am also dehydrated. That's just it! I am dehydrated... I don't want water, I haven't drunk but maybe a glassful of any liquid all day and that is the reason I feel weak and fainted. I just want to go home."&lt;br /&gt;He pulled into a grocery store parking lot, ran in, bought a pack of flavored water and we turned around and headed home. I drank one bottle before getting home and put the rest in the fridge while he settled the kids back into bed. I was asleep within minutes of my head hitting the pillow at 1:30am and I slept until 6am Sunday morning. I felt better, but not well enough to go to church, so we all stayed home. I drank water like it was going out of style, feeling better throughout the day. My legs still ached, but I could tell the worst was over. It was just a matter of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;I sit now, 4 weeks later, and realize, I've lost yet another child. A baby I won't get to name or hold. No knowledge of gender, no idea what life would have been for him or her. Again, I am faced with mixed emotions. I am sad at the loss and yet, relieved that I don't have to make the choices of how to work in baby details once again so soon in our lives. Another treasure has made it into Heaven to wait for me until I get there. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, meeting my other two and so many others who have gone before us. It truly makes Heaven that much sweeter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8601023923111060563?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8601023923111060563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8601023923111060563&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8601023923111060563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8601023923111060563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-on-loss.html' title='Thoughts on Loss'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2331719537989778500</id><published>2008-06-19T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T08:00:52.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not about me...</title><content type='html'>I want to share something with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was directed to this &lt;a href="http://www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;by a sweet friend with warnings of "grab a tissue or more and plan to spend much time reading, crying and laughing." I didn't realize the extent of her warning! I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; read, from beginning to the latest posting, of a precious story, God's amazing grace at work in the life of a wife and mother. Trials she faced and wrote about even in the midst of the storms. Not saying the storms are over; no, she needs prayer for the rough waters she's in now and the time that lies ahead of her. Are we truly thankful? Can we say as Job did, "the Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord." and really mean it?&lt;br /&gt;We all face death in our lives; be it a parent, grandparent, child, sibling, any other relative or a close friend. And it's not easy to deal with. When we know the Lord as our Saviour, He supplies abundant grace and gives a peace that passes ALL understanding. As you read this story, I think you will see His hand in it. "But he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold." (Job 23:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think any of you reading my blog know my story and of Bethany Joy. Maybe I'll post my thoughts on it one day. But for now, won't you please go visit the life of &lt;a href="http://www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Audrey Caroline&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2331719537989778500?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2331719537989778500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2331719537989778500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2331719537989778500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2331719537989778500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s not about me...'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-6618362342851514030</id><published>2008-06-18T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:12:53.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><title type='text'>"Waddya doin'?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42480521a0ecd1ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42480521a0ecd1ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F9E24A2E312BE0F8A4DA2C7CD589D8696A056B9.7FF63F5662E8FDCA0E8B175E6D9AAFD14106739E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42480521a0ecd1ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg1gGl7f9QHh6hEJ3IzaVUnYdjCQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42480521a0ecd1ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F9E24A2E312BE0F8A4DA2C7CD589D8696A056B9.7FF63F5662E8FDCA0E8B175E6D9AAFD14106739E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42480521a0ecd1ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg1gGl7f9QHh6hEJ3IzaVUnYdjCQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have some things I want to write about and share with you, but for now, here's a quick video I captured of Faith just up from her nap yesterday afternoon. I love this time of day, when I hear her cooing and talking to herself and her toys. She caught a glimpse of me as I rounded the corner to her room and, as you can see, she beamed. Now, had I turned and walked away from her, she would have had quite a coniption fit. She is very vocal and at times (such as in this video) it seems we can make out what she's saying, or at least what it sounds like she is saying. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-6618362342851514030?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42480521a0ecd1ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6618362342851514030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=6618362342851514030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6618362342851514030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6618362342851514030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/quick-video.html' title='&quot;Waddya doin&apos;?&quot;'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8460240517439389027</id><published>2008-06-06T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:47.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Atoka, TN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEkyz7i0o0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LvTYZdrz2eA/s1600-h/022108+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208750311769154370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEkyz7i0o0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LvTYZdrz2eA/s200/022108+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky0bi0o1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/HWEHcbovb-w/s1600-h/022108+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208750320359088978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky0bi0o1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/HWEHcbovb-w/s200/022108+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky0ri0o2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/YXCr4MxeeRU/s1600-h/022108+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208750324654056290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky0ri0o2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/YXCr4MxeeRU/s200/022108+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky0ri0o3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JFVUx4f9xdo/s1600-h/022108+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208750324654056306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky0ri0o3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/JFVUx4f9xdo/s200/022108+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky07i0o4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Que0vx90kdw/s1600-h/022108+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208750328949023618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEky07i0o4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/Que0vx90kdw/s200/022108+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atoka, TN: Our new home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures of our home before we moved in and started working. We had alot of work ahead of us, but we were up to the challenge. I'll have some pictures of these same areas with the changes coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is the master bedroom and bath. Second is the boys' room (yes, it was PURPLE!) with the play room beyond. The next one is the guest (half) bath and the last is our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is crawling and attempting to stand, will walk with help and her latest achievement: crawling up the stairs. Oh, yeah, time to get a gate! She did very well till she got to the fourth step, then decided it was time to get down. Glad we were behind her to catch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2Bri0o8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/06_9E4ivt-8/s1600-h/022108+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208753846527239106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2Bri0o8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/06_9E4ivt-8/s200/022108+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2BLi0o5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/kcTRBcVSbn4/s1600-h/022108+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208753837937304466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2BLi0o5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/kcTRBcVSbn4/s200/022108+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew is the fun, mischievous one. He's figuring out how to talk very well; just copy whatever Charis and Matthew say. And he loves to ask: "Can I...?" From "Can I go to the road?" to "Can I throw in the trash?" And once he's told yes (not to the road question!) his response is, "Okay!" and off he goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is sweet and loveable. Just look at him! Of course, all my children are (I think so, anyway!) although they do have a stubborn streak in them. 'Chew's seems to be the worst, but I am hoping it builds toward independence he'll need as an adult. With alot of prayer, he just maybe won't be like his mommy! He'll be 4 in just a matter of days. Wow! how time flies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2Bbi0o6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/quODnK2eeZA/s1600-h/022108+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208753842232271778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2Bbi0o6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/quODnK2eeZA/s200/022108+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2Bbi0o7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/y48t7aghKNk/s1600-h/022108+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208753842232271794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEk2Bbi0o7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/y48t7aghKNk/s200/022108+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charis is smart! The little stinker decided she wanted her training wheels off her bike and begged for weeks for us to take them off. I wasn't quite ready yet... with two boys constantly getting scrapes and bruises, I didn't want to add her to the list as they come with learning to ride a 2-wheel bike... or so I thought! She got on a neighbor's bike and, after two attempts, was up and riding around as though she'd been riding for months! Not a scrape one. So, she's on her bike without training wheels and skimming around like a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis and I are same old us. I guess you can classify us in the "old" category. Well, we feel our age on occasion. Those occasions come more often than we want. But we stay busy with our family and life in general. We've joined a good church and are getting involved in areas as the Lord enables us. We have a wonderful pastor and wife and our circle of friends continues to grow. It's also nice to be around and get re-acquainted with old friends, although we miss our friends in Knoxville as well and try to stay in touch. Hi to each of you who read and leave a quick note if you don't mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8460240517439389027?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8460240517439389027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8460240517439389027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8460240517439389027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8460240517439389027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/06/atoka-tn.html' title='Atoka, TN'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SEkyz7i0o0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LvTYZdrz2eA/s72-c/022108+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-1448469650757095621</id><published>2008-04-04T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:48.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A long overdue update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Much has happened in the past few months:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We're in the process of moving... we are no longer in Knoxville, we have returned to the Memphis area and are buying a house and then settling in. It's been a long journey to get to this point, but we are excited and blessed with wonderful friends who have been gracious and very helpful over the past month. More to come once the house is ours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Faith has two teeth! About 2 weeks ago she cut her first two teeth on the bottom. Yup, she likes trying them out, even with nothing to chew. I'll get a picture just as soon as I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Charis has lost her first baby tooth and has a big one in its place. She wiggled it for weeks before she was brave enough to let Mommy pull it out for her. I warned her it would sting and may bleed for just a little bit, and she did great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Andrew turned 2 years old on February 17th and we had a blast with some friends in Knoxville. I have more pictures I will share at a later time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R_ZLtVTnW3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jNuBERHsN4U/s1600-h/Tab"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185415263149316978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R_ZLtVTnW3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jNuBERHsN4U/s200/Tab%27s+pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-1448469650757095621?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1448469650757095621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=1448469650757095621&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1448469650757095621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1448469650757095621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-overdue-update.html' title='A long overdue update'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R_ZLtVTnW3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jNuBERHsN4U/s72-c/Tab%27s+pics+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8283915130865277194</id><published>2008-01-17T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:48.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R4_-vhOjFFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bG1_tQjwzkM/s1600-h/011408+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156620190689203282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R4_-vhOjFFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bG1_tQjwzkM/s200/011408+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R4_-wxOjFGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XJAtSpxNxZg/s1600-h/011408+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156620212164039778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R4_-wxOjFGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/XJAtSpxNxZg/s200/011408+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much time right now, but here's a couple of recent pictures. Do you recognize her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is Charis! She wanted to get her hair cut. We decided since she had just enough (10 inches) to donate to Locks of Love, that's what she could do. Someone else is going to be blessed with some beautiful hair (sob!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R59VEgPs5FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bTo978YvvWk/s1600-h/011408+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160937233853506642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R59VEgPs5FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bTo978YvvWk/s200/011408+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But, Mrs. Keni Lyn did a great job in snipping and styling it!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8283915130865277194?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8283915130865277194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8283915130865277194&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8283915130865277194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8283915130865277194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R4_-vhOjFFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bG1_tQjwzkM/s72-c/011408+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4643441965891934407</id><published>2007-12-26T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:51.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We celebrated a small family Christmas here at home, just us and the kids. It was an enjoyable day with the kids falling asleep in the living room after watching "It's a Wonderful Life" to waking up with still NO PRESENTS anywhere! They ate breakfast, dressed and cleaned up and when they returned to the living room, there was a table full of gifts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FtiwGuht19U/s1600-h/122607+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286154543666018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FtiwGuht19U/s200/122607+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd these come from?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/e3ZlyUWKAzE/s1600-h/122607+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286154543666034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/e3ZlyUWKAzE/s200/122607+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andrew, don't miss out on the fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NTBUXRIvWZ0/s1600-h/122607+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286154543666050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/NTBUXRIvWZ0/s200/122607+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cars' toothpaste, specially requested (ain't Faith so sweet in the background?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji_BOjE6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KAU4noEaZI0/s1600-h/122607+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286158838633378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji_BOjE6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/KAU4noEaZI0/s200/122607+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Football!!!! 'ere, Catch!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjgROjFAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5-jF_Oi4N5U/s1600-h/122607+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286730069283842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjgROjFAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/5-jF_Oi4N5U/s200/122607+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjSROjE7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/GxSJaMpqNnE/s1600-h/122607+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286489551115186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjSROjE7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/GxSJaMpqNnE/s200/122607+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Joystick? What's this for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, a V-Smile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjgROjFBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NP_V3ibN5ps/s1600-h/122607+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286730069283858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjgROjFBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NP_V3ibN5ps/s200/122607+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And games to go with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjSROjE8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BFviaxedvGo/s1600-h/122607+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286489551115202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjSROjE8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BFviaxedvGo/s200/122607+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we couldn't leave Faith out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji_BOjE5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ITyyEidlDnI/s1600-h/122607+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286158838633362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji_BOjE5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ITyyEidlDnI/s200/122607+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was content playing with her fingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjSROjE9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LZKGWSt-9sA/s1600-h/122607+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286489551115218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjSROjE9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LZKGWSt-9sA/s200/122607+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until we gave her something new to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjShOjE-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/h63MkSMx1Ts/s1600-h/122607+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286493846082530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjShOjE-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/h63MkSMx1Ts/s200/122607+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her little rattle, it makes funny noises and lights up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjShOjE_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YaYJlpA2yB8/s1600-h/122607+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148286493846082546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjShOjE_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/YaYJlpA2yB8/s200/122607+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew with his new (much needed) winter coat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-4643441965891934407?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4643441965891934407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4643441965891934407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4643441965891934407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4643441965891934407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-celebrated-small-family-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3Ji-xOjE2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/FtiwGuht19U/s72-c/122607+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-504624335722827837</id><published>2007-12-26T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:51.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Charis turned 6 years old on Friday, the 21st (amazing how fast time flies!) and we let her choose what she wanted to do for the evening. She decided on eating at McDonald's and playing on the playground. So that's what we did. Then we stopped by Bruster's and got her an ice cream cake. After coming back home, we popped some popcorn, sliced the cake and all sat down to watch "Ratatouille." But just before the movie, we pulled out her presents: A few dresses and outfits I picked out for her with Mawmawnee's help while in North Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiZhOjEzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ogdyz2qBBAE/s1600-h/122607+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148285514593538866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiZhOjEzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ogdyz2qBBAE/s200/122607+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiZxOjE0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nq8XKKisIII/s1600-h/122607+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148285518888506178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiZxOjE0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nq8XKKisIII/s200/122607+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiaBOjE1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/urvUhY1gHJE/s1600-h/122607+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148285523183473490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiaBOjE1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/urvUhY1gHJE/s200/122607+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I mentioned Mawmawnee, here's a picture of her and Faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took to each other like a bear to honey!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JpVxOjFEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xQ2LGXmPI2Q/s1600-h/122607+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148293146750424130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JpVxOjFEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xQ2LGXmPI2Q/s200/122607+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-504624335722827837?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/504624335722827837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=504624335722827837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/504624335722827837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/504624335722827837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JiZhOjEzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ogdyz2qBBAE/s72-c/122607+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7332776627390201889</id><published>2007-12-26T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:52.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d680047b81b62f6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d680047b81b62f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D5843F81762CE03F281EBCF4ADCD70D566D3669.4D969A57BFD13D4348A180BB20D5BAD4DAFB2BB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d680047b81b62f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQjs4NFm6wkEou5RejTNQv_5OVqo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9d680047b81b62f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D5843F81762CE03F281EBCF4ADCD70D566D3669.4D969A57BFD13D4348A180BB20D5BAD4DAFB2BB0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9d680047b81b62f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQjs4NFm6wkEou5RejTNQv_5OVqo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I finally was able to get a clip of Charis and Matthew singing at our church's Christmas program. This was on Sunday night, Dec. 23. Matthew seemed more interested in being able to see Charis than singing, but at least he was singing and doing some of the motions! You can also view the complete videos by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.templebaptistchurch.com/christmas_events_2007.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then click on "preschool" or "combined" children's choir. (As of this morning, the combined wasn't available yet, but it should be before the week is over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjxhOjFDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FnuzszRrCKU/s1600-h/122607+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148287026422027314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjxhOjFDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FnuzszRrCKU/s200/122607+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjxhOjFCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ztHWILpKi10/s1600-h/122607+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148287026422027298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjxhOjFCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ztHWILpKi10/s200/122607+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pastor likes to speak to the children and commend them on their singing. Of couse, the children loves this small interaction with him as they don't get to see him very often (age 4 and younger anyway).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7332776627390201889?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9d680047b81b62f6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7332776627390201889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7332776627390201889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7332776627390201889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7332776627390201889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-singing.html' title='Christmas singing'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R3JjxhOjFDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FnuzszRrCKU/s72-c/122607+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5495965207467950160</id><published>2007-12-24T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T10:46:33.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>Twas the week before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;When all through our land,&lt;br /&gt;Not a Christian was praying&lt;br /&gt;Nor taking a stand.&lt;br /&gt;Why the Politically Correct Police had taken away,&lt;br /&gt;The reason for Christmas - no one could say.&lt;br /&gt;The children were told by their schools not to sing,&lt;br /&gt;About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.&lt;br /&gt;It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say&lt;br /&gt;December 25th is just a " Holiday ".&lt;br /&gt;Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit&lt;br /&gt;Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!&lt;br /&gt;CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod&lt;br /&gt;Something was changing, something quite odd!&lt;br /&gt;Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa&lt;br /&gt;In hopes to sell books by Franken &amp;amp; Fonda.&lt;br /&gt;As Targets were hanging their trees upside down&lt;br /&gt;At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears&lt;br /&gt;You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty&lt;br /&gt;Are words that were used to intimidate me.&lt;br /&gt;Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen&lt;br /&gt;On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter&lt;br /&gt;To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.&lt;br /&gt;And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace.&lt;br /&gt;The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the season, stopped before it started.&lt;br /&gt;So as you celebrate "Winter Break" under your "Dream Tree"&lt;br /&gt;Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Choose your words carefully, choose what you say&lt;br /&gt;Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS, not Happy Holiday !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5495965207467950160?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5495965207467950160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5495965207467950160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5495965207467950160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5495965207467950160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-4622516746764965266</id><published>2007-12-17T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:53.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday was a big day for Charis and Matthew both. They participated in the Preschool Children's Christmas program. This is the entire group of children ages 3-5; about 50-60 children. It was fun to watch the actions of the different children, even my own! Matthew seemed fascinated with his ears and decided he wanted to plug them up for a unique sound to the singing, but at least he was singing! Charis did a great job singing as well.  The video is a bit long to watch, but I hope you enjoy the concert, and yes, of course I focused on my two "angels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here are a few other pictures of Charis and Matthew as well as the group picture again.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBBOjEuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/My-oZAnZkAw/s1600-h/121607+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBBOjEuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/My-oZAnZkAw/s200/121607+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033837803410146" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBxOjExI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k70Q4utEe5s/s1600-h/121607+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBxOjExI/AAAAAAAAAG8/k70Q4utEe5s/s200/121607+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033850688312082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBROjEvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M72lxJlzfA0/s1600-h/121607+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBROjEvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M72lxJlzfA0/s200/121607+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033842098377458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBROjEvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M72lxJlzfA0/s1600-h/121607+002.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBhOjEwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/egqIw3lSki0/s1600-h/121607+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBhOjEwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/egqIw3lSki0/s200/121607+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033846393344770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBxOjEyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ulQuqWVRdcw/s1600-h/121607+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBxOjEyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ulQuqWVRdcw/s200/121607+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145033850688312098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBBOjEuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/My-oZAnZkAw/s1600-h/121607+001.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-4622516746764965266?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/4622516746764965266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=4622516746764965266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4622516746764965266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/4622516746764965266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-was-big-day-for-charis-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2bVBBOjEuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/My-oZAnZkAw/s72-c/121607+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-326111019239145050</id><published>2007-12-16T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:53.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjErI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UIw9pIapsKY/s1600-h/121507+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144798709818790578" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjErI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UIw9pIapsKY/s200/121507+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Charis had her first violin recital at a local nursing home. She did well, even though I was nervous for her. Here she is playing "Away in a Manger." She also played two other songs, one was a solo called "Andantino" and the second was a combination of "Twinkle Little Star" versions done as a group with her teacher and other students. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XpwhOjEoI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F-JnzfYQWS4/s1600-h/121507+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XoTBOjEkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/69UBU8my1nA/s1600-h/121507+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KROjEpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0RAf7efpRbU/s1600-h/121507+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144798701228855954" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KROjEpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0RAf7efpRbU/s200/121507+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KhOjEqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xqxrGR1nj7A/s1600-h/121507+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144798705523823266" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KhOjEqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xqxrGR1nj7A/s200/121507+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with about 18 residents and had several more come in during the recital. I think total we had 24 besides the families of our violinists. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures and concert of my sweet little musician!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XoTBOjElI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ki5uXBnjEP8/s1600-h/121507+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XoTROjEnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yemaokICQaU/s1600-h/121507+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjEsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vxIYlpu7AKs/s1600-h/121507+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144798709818790594" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjEsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vxIYlpu7AKs/s200/121507+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjEtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VHDlK9lGJgw/s1600-h/121507+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144798709818790610" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjEtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VHDlK9lGJgw/s200/121507+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XoTROjEmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CnOE7v-lUsQ/s1600-h/121507+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-520833e34b827eb6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D520833e34b827eb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D240F13F99B1A74730CE15F5B2806AE8195CB53F2.32853F0ED988185228E7B2BC537D4A49953CB0B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D520833e34b827eb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0AgVb1VhNioM_UAbcG7AMk1BVLA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D520833e34b827eb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D240F13F99B1A74730CE15F5B2806AE8195CB53F2.32853F0ED988185228E7B2BC537D4A49953CB0B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D520833e34b827eb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0AgVb1VhNioM_UAbcG7AMk1BVLA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-326111019239145050?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=520833e34b827eb6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/326111019239145050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=326111019239145050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/326111019239145050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/326111019239145050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturday-charis-had-her-first-violin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2X_KxOjErI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UIw9pIapsKY/s72-c/121507+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-3165789735968835982</id><published>2007-12-16T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:54.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XldBOjEiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T0D5LPi8daA/s1600-h/PapaElbert.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144770436049080866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XldBOjEiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T0D5LPi8daA/s320/PapaElbert.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Papa Elbert. I didn't know him very well and wish I could have changed that somehow, but I thank the Lord for the time He allowed for us to know him and treasure the memories I have. He won his battle with cancer on Friday night and went to be at Home with Jesus. He'll get to spend this Christmas in Heaven. When I see him again, I want to hug his neck and tell him I love him very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-3165789735968835982?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3165789735968835982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=3165789735968835982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3165789735968835982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3165789735968835982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-papa-elbert.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R2XldBOjEiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T0D5LPi8daA/s72-c/PapaElbert.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8475210046414400620</id><published>2007-12-13T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:09:37.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing like a weed (only purtier!)</title><content type='html'>Faith is enjoying a step of progress on her growth chart; she is now eating solids. I tried starting her on cereal and she didn't seem to be overjoyed, so I gave her some applesauce. I became her very best friend! After a week of that once a day, I allowed her a taste of pureed bananas. Another hit with her! So, the second try I added cereal to it. She squinted her nose (well, the best she could anyway) and tried to push it back out of her mouth. Realizing she wasn't winning, she accepted it. Now, she enjoys it near as much as straight banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than a little raspy cough, she and all the rest of us are doing well. I know, I know, I am supposed to have updated pictures and/or videos instead of just a bunch of words to read. Sorry, not this time. But that means you'll come back to read again soon and see if I have updated with pictures. Well, I will.... Charis has a violin recital at a nursing home this Saturday, so I am going to at least have pictures, if not a video clip to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8475210046414400620?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8475210046414400620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8475210046414400620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8475210046414400620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8475210046414400620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/12/growing-like-weed-only-purtier.html' title='Growing like a weed (only purtier!)'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5173617409763786102</id><published>2007-11-28T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:55.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News, Bad News</title><content type='html'>Seriously, but not, I have some good news and bad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is Faith is babbling more and putting consonants with vowels... the bad news is: she is saying "Dada" along with "lala" and "baba" (why don't they ever say "Mama" first?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is she also has reached a milestone --&gt; she can now roll from tummy to back! The bad news is: it startles her when she's asleep and wakes up on her back, she loves to sleep on her tummy. The good news is, I got her on video and can share it with you! More bad news is: I will be getting up in the middle of the night to calm her down when she is awakened by rolling over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2fa93ff6a831bf5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2fa93ff6a831bf5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FA925B3D1DE85D61B1229E05BE682C363D43246.6894577EAD768F24ED0525B29660384BCA9B6932%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2fa93ff6a831bf5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF4sXMqNAuOsX5Tgv5liwlOafMNw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2fa93ff6a831bf5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FA925B3D1DE85D61B1229E05BE682C363D43246.6894577EAD768F24ED0525B29660384BCA9B6932%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2fa93ff6a831bf5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DF4sXMqNAuOsX5Tgv5liwlOafMNw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charis is still doing well with school and she loves to read. Here are a couple of pictures of her reading Bambi to Faith. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138034239373287234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0326xGjn0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WYWl6Y56154/s200/112807+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0326xGjn1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4tOXoXV71D4/s1600-h/112807+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138034239373287250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0326xGjn1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4tOXoXV71D4/s200/112807+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0326xGjn1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4tOXoXV71D4/s1600-h/112807+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew is still cute as a button. He's learning his manners well and using them too! I can call him and he'll come a-runnin' saying, " 'am?" (ma'am) and if we ask him a yes or no question, his typical reply is, " 'essir!" (said with enthusiasm too!) I enjoy hearing his vocabulary grow day by day. He likes to holler out "I done!" when he finished eating his meals and wants down from his high chair. He has gone from calling Matthew "Datoo" to "Ma-hew", Faith is "Faify" and Charis is "yes." &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R035kxGjn2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/MrL7_2Mw6AE/s1600-h/112807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138037159951048546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R035kxGjn2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/MrL7_2Mw6AE/s200/112807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He says his own name as "Ah-dew."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R035kxGjn2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/MrL7_2Mw6AE/s1600-h/112807.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He and Faith favor alot in their baby pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, Charis also can be mistaken for either one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if we don't pay attention to the dates on the pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew is the only one who looks much different &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with his blond hair and blue eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think Andrew has his Papa Leake's eyes:&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/3070808369289212929-5173617409763786102?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2fa93ff6a831bf5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5173617409763786102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5173617409763786102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5173617409763786102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5173617409763786102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good News, Bad News'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0326xGjn0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WYWl6Y56154/s72-c/112807+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5011883954629460520</id><published>2007-11-23T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:56.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I published and figure it's about time again. Looking back over yesterday being Thanksgiving, I just want to stop here and thank the Lord for His many blessings on me. He's first of all loved me with an everlasting love and saved my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, I have my family: a wonderful loving husband and four precious children. Each one makes my heart expand with more love than I thought I could hold. I can't forget my parents; Mom and Dad, I love you both very much! And Papa Elbert. Shawn and his family, Ryan and his family and Jared and his family. And of course, my in-laws. I am truly surrounded by love and blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time Thursday as friends from the church came over for some deep fried turkey and fellowship. And in the midst of it all, Jared and Amy stopped in for a few minutes as they traveled to see her brother. We had not seen Jared since Mother's Day, so it was nice to visit with him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back in time... last weekend, Dennis decided it was time to paint Charis' room to cover the artwork she and Matthew drew early in the summer. So, he got some paint and got to work. Here's what we had to cover: &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dT0BGjnzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/45B-iZgH3U0/s1600-h/112307+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136166053153578802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dT0BGjnzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/45B-iZgH3U0/s200/112307+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dNqxGjnpI/AAAAAAAAADU/GKPG-mBrh-s/s1600-h/112307+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136159297170022034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dNqxGjnpI/AAAAAAAAADU/GKPG-mBrh-s/s200/112307+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dSexGjnxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4XENnMqjHu0/s1600-h/112307+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the beautiful smiley faces, even complete with mustaches! They had pretty much covered the entire corner with stars, faces houses and flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We worked well into Friday night and started back up on it again Saturday morning. The hallway and front bathroom were painted as well as Charis' room. Just a plain off-white semi-gloss, but it makes such a difference compared to the flat eggshell it was originally painted. And easier to clean off, although I certainly hope I won't be having to do so anytime real soon, especially pen or pencil markings!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN6BGjntI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yeLeOFIUxbM/s1600-h/112307+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136159559163027154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN6BGjntI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yeLeOFIUxbM/s200/112307+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this hard work sure wore someone out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN5hGjnrI/AAAAAAAAADk/eO7HmK9LfNA/s1600-h/112307+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136159550573092530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN5hGjnrI/AAAAAAAAADk/eO7HmK9LfNA/s200/112307+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN6RGjnuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sih_EzqCx-A/s1600-h/112307+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136159563457994466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN6RGjnuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/sih_EzqCx-A/s200/112307+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Andrew is now in a toddler bed as we have moved Faith into the crib. He likes it since he can now get up and down as he pleases. I noticed that he was very quiet as Matthew and Charis were playing one afternoon. I walked back to find he had crashed, not even attempting to lay on the bed, but kneeling instead; he was sound asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On November 6th, I stepped outside early in the morning to see a beautiful sight. I had read that the ISS and Discovery were to be crossing the skies at exactly 6:13am and they could be seen as bright points of light for a full 5 minutes. Also, the moon was a lovely crescent with the shadow of the darkened portion clearly seen. So, I was armed with the camera and ready for action. Sure enough, Dennis and I were able to watch as the spaceships floated like falling stars, moving from southwest to northeast. My camera wasn't able to pick up the view, but it was certainly breathtaking! But I was able to get a few shots of the moon. Nowhere near what it really looked like, but I love to see our God's creation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dSHRGjnwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DoVy2Bu_rYs/s1600-h/110607+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136164184842804994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dSHRGjnwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DoVy2Bu_rYs/s200/110607+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith continues to grow and charm everyone. Here she was stirring up a ruckus wanting attention. She's teething as well and likes to blow raspberries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dN5xGjnsI/AAAAAAAAADs/I6QYHE5CqLg/s1600-h/112307+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd6ac56fb60b9fc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0cd6ac56fb60b9fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65E8CF41E3F5132BE5F8D42853484202443C5A87.218C4FD8F9A2E83A948EEE247867EDC77BF6724D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd6ac56fb60b9fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxAG1OJMIqhXfjAGFjOAWVjIcW28&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0cd6ac56fb60b9fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65E8CF41E3F5132BE5F8D42853484202443C5A87.218C4FD8F9A2E83A948EEE247867EDC77BF6724D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd6ac56fb60b9fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxAG1OJMIqhXfjAGFjOAWVjIcW28&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is nearly 5 months old, but on her 4-month checkup, she weighed 17lb., 10 oz, which puts her in the "95th percentile" and 5% on her height at 22 1/2 inches. Short and fat, she's my sweet li'l butterball. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5011883954629460520?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd6ac56fb60b9fc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5011883954629460520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5011883954629460520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5011883954629460520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5011883954629460520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/R0dT0BGjnzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/45B-iZgH3U0/s72-c/112307+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8536730835988878456</id><published>2007-11-02T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:57.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 months of Faith'/><title type='text'>Another milestone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvXjIwuHLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m8hVtqi8S8Y/s1600-h/110207+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128429599338667186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvXjIwuHLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m8hVtqi8S8Y/s200/110207+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith is now 4 months old today! She's chubby as ever and such a giggle box. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to hear her giggle, especially at the older kids. And they love to make her laugh! It's neat to watch what different ways each one will make her laugh. For instance, earlier this evening, Matthew was tickling her feet and she would chuckle every time. I tried it, and she just looked at me. (Hmmm....) Charis can jump right in her face and say something and she grins and squirms. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvV6YwuHJI/AAAAAAAAACs/UtiAuuaVHoo/s1600-h/110207+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128427799747370130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvV6YwuHJI/AAAAAAAAACs/UtiAuuaVHoo/s200/110207+005.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew, well, she can just look at him and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;start laughing sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Course, he's so cute, he'll make anyone grin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You grinnin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, he was "talking" on the phone. Daddy had called and just as I hung up, Andrew wanted to talk to Daddy, so I handed him the phone. He chatted for a bit and then handed me the phone back, saying, " 'ere!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's another of him just after he woke up from his afternoon nap:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128429341640629410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvXUIwuHKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/AdEcQ44pcCM/s200/110207+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And then, here's a couple more pictures of Faith to make you smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvX-4wuHMI/AAAAAAAAADE/PxuiasFwDdE/s1600-h/110207+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128430076080037058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvX-4wuHMI/AAAAAAAAADE/PxuiasFwDdE/s200/110207+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvX-4wuHNI/AAAAAAAAADM/CtL5cP8fZRc/s1600-h/110207+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128430076080037074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvX-4wuHNI/AAAAAAAAADM/CtL5cP8fZRc/s200/110207+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvX-4wuHNI/AAAAAAAAADM/CtL5cP8fZRc/s1600-h/110207+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvX-4wuHNI/AAAAAAAAADM/CtL5cP8fZRc/s1600-h/110207+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-8536730835988878456?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8536730835988878456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8536730835988878456&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8536730835988878456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8536730835988878456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-milestone.html' title='Another milestone!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RyvXjIwuHLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/m8hVtqi8S8Y/s72-c/110207+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-2631224138570377019</id><published>2007-10-25T21:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:21:08.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-68.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158288259176&amp;amp;site=widget-68.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158288259176&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p1/504403158288259176/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158288259176&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p2/504403158288259176/bb_t024_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-2631224138570377019?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/2631224138570377019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=2631224138570377019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2631224138570377019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/2631224138570377019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-3953384041540563504</id><published>2007-10-25T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:50:56.495-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission conference'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Matthew is now old enough to sing in the Preschool choir along with Charis. The choir is for ages 3-5. So, both of them were singing on Monday night of the Mission Conference. This was Matthew's first time in front of the congregation, so I was a bit nervous how he would do. But, I think he did a fine job! He never saw me, although he looked hard. Charis did a great job as well, but then, she is an old pro by now.&lt;/p&gt;Our mission conference started with a Banquet on Saturday night and ran through Wednesday night. We had Dr. Charles Keen as a speaker, along with Bro. Leroy Pennell from Canada and Bro. Victor Rouse, who is now leading our Spanish speaking ministry. Each night before the services began, we were encouraged to enter the college campus to "tour the world for a taste adventure;" cuisines from 6 different countries of the world. A wide variety of meals and desserts and good cooking! After eating, we took the kids around to the different countries to get their passports stamped as they entered each set up. Alot of work involved and a job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-3953384041540563504?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3953384041540563504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=3953384041540563504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3953384041540563504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3953384041540563504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/matthew-is-now-old-enough-to-sing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-6001036228514969976</id><published>2007-10-19T17:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:25:17.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lanham's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-01.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=576460752324633089&amp;amp;site=widget-01.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752324633089&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p1/576460752324633089/bb_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=576460752324633089&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p2/576460752324633089/bb_t025_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-6001036228514969976?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/6001036228514969976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=6001036228514969976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6001036228514969976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/6001036228514969976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/lanhams-visit.html' title='The Lanham&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7788562871138326649</id><published>2007-10-19T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T17:33:06.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks ago, we were able to again spend some time with dear friends of ours. Rob and Taunya Lanham moved to Alaska back in February of last year to pastor &lt;a href="http://www.kingcovebiblechapel.org/"&gt;King Cove Bible Chapel&lt;/a&gt;. They came back to the lower 48 for a missions conference in Georgia and took a few weeks as well to visit with friends and family before heading back. I am so glad we were able to make it on that list, even if it was just over dinner. The kids had a blast with Kelsie and Whitnie. Faith got spoiled by Chan quite a bit! Charis was silly as usual and Matthew decided to crawl into the highchair after Andrew finished eating. Andrew ate so much he nearly "busted a gut!" He sat with his mouth filled like a chipmunk and then complained: "Hurts!" while rubbing his tummy.  I wish I had taken a picture of it to show you WHY his tummy would hurt! LOL! Bro. Rob and Dennis enjoyed discussing numerous topics while the rest of us just relaxed and had fun at our all-time favorite place to eat: CiCi's Pizza parlor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7788562871138326649?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7788562871138326649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7788562871138326649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7788562871138326649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7788562871138326649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-2-weeks-ago-we-were-able-to-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-1164852171103356425</id><published>2007-10-17T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:57.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RxYYQ4hB42I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OgUbvwkAbt4/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122308304508412770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RxYYQ4hB42I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OgUbvwkAbt4/s200/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a special day for someone I love very much! I won't say how old she is, but Mom knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is now taking care of Papa Elbert 24/7 as he has metastatic melanoma which has affected his stomach, right lung and his brain. At this point, he no longer has function of his motor skills to walk around. Things have become difficult for both him and her, but God gives grace in time of need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what Mom is going through, but I know that she was a wonderful mom to me and my brothers. And I know that she loves her daddy enough to do the right thing for him. And I admire her for that. So, I want to tell her today, "I love you, Mom and I hope you have a very special and wonderful birthday. I pray for God's blessings on you today and always."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-1164852171103356425?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/1164852171103356425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=1164852171103356425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1164852171103356425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/1164852171103356425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-mom-i-love-you.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RxYYQ4hB42I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OgUbvwkAbt4/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-8809264962473044889</id><published>2007-10-05T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:58.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Already?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZZyZ-YYPI/AAAAAAAAABk/POu6TLNywKo/s1600-h/more+of+them+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117876749054009586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZZyZ-YYPI/AAAAAAAAABk/POu6TLNywKo/s200/more+of+them+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Tuesday, Faith turned 3 months old. I can hardly believe the time has just flown by! I don't take her for a checkup any time real soon, but I think she is weighing about 16 lbs. now. Definitely a chubby little baby. But, the more rolls they have, the more adorable they are, I think!&lt;br /&gt;She is laughing alot, but not quite giggling just yet. She loves the ceiling fans, and the deer head mounted on our living room wall. She also love a teddy bear that sits atop my dresser mirror. Many times she has been irritable and fussy and I have taken her to my bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. She always looks up and sees that bear. Her tears disappear and she starts smiling and laughing; "talking" to the bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also looking more and more like her big sister, don't you think?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZY15-YYMI/AAAAAAAAABM/_-OCn4vliyo/s1600-h/more+of+them+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117875709671923906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZY15-YYMI/AAAAAAAAABM/_-OCn4vliyo/s200/more+of+them+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;The quilt she is laying on was made by a new friend I recently made. She lives in Canada and I met her online through a chat forum I am part of. I have known her for close to a year, if I recall correctly. Anyway, she makes quilts and does a beautiful job. I commented on her handiwork one day, shortly before the birth of my baby girl. She offered to make a quilt for Faith. I was stunned! She did it as a gift for her, although I offered to pay for it. I have no idea how much it costs to get started on a quilt, much less the time and materials and thought and love that goes into its shape. I accepted her offer and was surprised to find that the quilt was complete and ready to be delivered to me about 2 weeks ago. A few days later, I got a knock on the door. The mail lady was standing at the door with a package for me. Seeing who it was from, I ripped into it like a child at Christmas time. I found wrapping like a birthday present. Pulling that off, I found a black garbage back which was squished like shrink wrap and tied off with a rubber band. I unwound the band and pulled out this beautiful quilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117878935192363266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZbxp-YYQI/AAAAAAAAABs/SExGvNHDw8Q/s200/more+of+them+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Faith seems to enjoy it as well:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZcHp-YYRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9AurTJhWpgc/s1600-h/more+of+them+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117879313149485330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZcHp-YYRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9AurTJhWpgc/s200/more+of+them+011.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/3070808369289212929-8809264962473044889?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/8809264962473044889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=8809264962473044889&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8809264962473044889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/8809264962473044889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-months-already.html' title='3 Months Already?!!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RwZZyZ-YYPI/AAAAAAAAABk/POu6TLNywKo/s72-c/more+of+them+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-7244480122329001304</id><published>2007-09-25T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:58.738-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RvkhmCbxAPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O3htiN0M__Q/s1600-h/more+of+them+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114155789227983090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="164" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RvkhmCbxAPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O3htiN0M__Q/s320/more+of+them+003.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School continues for Charis as she is learning more and more. I am trying to teach Matthew a bit, since he wants to be right with Charis during school hours. I don't want to cause him to have disinterest when it is time for him to do school, so we go over a page or two and I just sort of test him to see what he knows and then teach him something new. He loves it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew just loves attention, and he will do almost anything he can to get it. When Matthew's done with his "school" they play together. As you can see, they are bestest buddies, most of the time anyway!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114156815725166850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RvkihybxAQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eQXesJS9OZI/s200/all+of+them+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Faith is growing so quickly and everything is new and interesting to her. She has the brightest eyes and smiles often!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/Rvki9ybxARI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8dfS5eb8iVE/s1600-h/more+of+them+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114157296761504018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/Rvki9ybxARI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8dfS5eb8iVE/s200/more+of+them+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also found her thumb and feels she no longer needs her pacifier. Which is nice because I don't have to keep up with where her paci is anymore. But, she hasn't quite figured out yet how to get her thumb to her mouth when she is on her back or in her carseat. And that also means another child I will have to break of thumbsucking. But that's a few years away. Right now, it's just adorable, don't you think?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RvkjrybxASI/AAAAAAAAABE/TDFTfZ6aFQY/s1600-h/more+of+them+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114158087035486498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RvkjrybxASI/AAAAAAAAABE/TDFTfZ6aFQY/s200/more+of+them+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is scooting around (literally!) when she is awak and on her tummy, which is alot! I can place her in the playpen facing one way and when I return to her a few minutes later, she is facing the opposite direction. She loves the ceiling fans and also a teddy bear I have hanging on my dresser mirror in our bedroom. If I can get a picture of that somehow, I will post it as well.&lt;br /&gt;Having four kids certainly keeps me busy, but I thoroughly enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recent video of Faith as she was learning to coo. I have entitled this video: "A Coo, Achoo! and A Smile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d9b629e51e33926" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d9b629e51e33926%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17AA5E52CBE8A0A2208CF30F5D5815A132C25971.54C9A9577F60C26B1701E7AD7A3CB048960AB929%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d9b629e51e33926%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWyGY0oxBTriwLFXB92LaUJxzijk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d9b629e51e33926%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329940637%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D17AA5E52CBE8A0A2208CF30F5D5815A132C25971.54C9A9577F60C26B1701E7AD7A3CB048960AB929%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d9b629e51e33926%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWyGY0oxBTriwLFXB92LaUJxzijk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-7244480122329001304?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d9b629e51e33926&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/7244480122329001304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=7244480122329001304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7244480122329001304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/7244480122329001304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/RvkhmCbxAPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O3htiN0M__Q/s72-c/more+of+them+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5371411246500978594</id><published>2007-09-17T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:46:20.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day... Another week</title><content type='html'>We have started week 3 of school. It is seemingly going well. Charis is learning a few new things, although alot of it is review for what she has learned on her own time up until now. She already knows her ABC's and can count to 100 easily, so she is learning some math and how to alternate things in sequence. This was a new one to her for sure. Colors were already down pat, so she is enjoying just coloring, especially things by number. We are learning some things about different countries: Mexico, Peru and now England. We purchased two wall-sized maps, one of the world and the other of the United States, so we can look at everything as we learn where it is. Now, I just need to find a couple of walls big enough to post them up on.&lt;br /&gt;I am still finding it a bit difficult to keep Matthew and Andrew occupied while she schools. I can let Matthew color pretty much unsupervised, but not Andrew. He wants to drag all the toys out and then leaves a huge mess for the rest of us to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;Our schedule allows us to be finished by noon with lunch and a nap to follow before the kids are allowed outside to play. It's a challenge to homeschool, but I am truly enjoying it. And I believe Charis is too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5371411246500978594?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5371411246500978594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5371411246500978594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5371411246500978594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5371411246500978594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-day-another-week.html' title='Another Day... 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Dennis woke up feeling awful with a sinus infection. He was actually awake and coughing at 4:30am. Ugh! But Faith was awake and fussing a bit to eat, so when he got in the shower, I decided to go ahead and feed her. At 5:30am, I prepared breakfast and lunch for Dennis and he left at about 6:15am. A few moments to myself, I decided to check emails. At 7:15am, I woke up Charis and jumped in the shower while she readied for school. When I went to the boys' room, Andrew was trying to talk, but he sounded more like a bullfrog. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we tried to start at 8:00am with violin lessons while I fixed breakfast for the kids. The phone rang, and when I answered, I ended up having to call Dennis. 15 minutes later we started again. Violin lessons done and breakfast finished by 9:00am, we started on the school work. Again, mostly review, although now Charis got to practice writing a bit of cursive. I didn't realize they were started this early; I didn't learn cursive until about 3rd grade. All in all it went well, with only a few interruptions from Matthew wanting to sit next to Charis and help her color. Andrew was fussy, but not quite as demanding as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We finished school for the day at about 11:45am and broke for lunch. Now, they are all taking naps and I get some more "me" time before I have to feed Faith and start working on supper plans. I think we will have leftovers. I have some hamburgers, fried rice, spaghetti and ribeye steaks to make a good buffet. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5989810949178915920?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5989810949178915920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5989810949178915920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5989810949178915920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5989810949178915920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/homeschool-day-2.html' title='HomeSchool - Day 2'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-5761886558576561541</id><published>2007-09-05T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:44:15.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>HomeSchool - Day 1</title><content type='html'>I started homeschooling Charis today. We are using A Beka curriculum and she is in K-5. My plan was to start at 8am with violin practicing and then school until about lunch time. Andrew woke up this morning with a soaked-full diaper which immediately woke up the rest of the household by 6:30 am. I wasn't going to wake the children up until 7:30, with the exception of Charis, who would get up at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;After bathing Andrew and getting Dennis out the door for work, I prepared breakfast for the children. While they ate, I took a quick shower. Then I fed Faith. So we officially started her lessons at about 8:15am; not too far off my goal. I washed dishes while she practiced and then we started schooling.&lt;br /&gt;Most of what she is doing is review, she knows alot already. Numbers, colors, letters. She already can read quite a bit and can spell as well as write. So, it went much faster than I anticipated. We took a few breaks and were totally finished for the day by 11:15am. So, I guess I can pretty much plan a 3-hour school day.&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm, I headed out the door for her violin lessons, but since Andrew seems to have a sore throat, possibly strep, we cancelled them (her teacher has four kids of her own and we don't want to spread any kind of infection if at all possible!)&lt;br /&gt;I feel good about today's school work and I hope tomorrow will be better... and that Andrew won't be demanding my every minute of attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-5761886558576561541?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/5761886558576561541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=5761886558576561541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5761886558576561541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/5761886558576561541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/09/homeschool-day-1.html' title='HomeSchool - Day 1'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3070808369289212929.post-3614679798979784511</id><published>2007-07-30T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:45:58.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/Rq5LyU8Q7II/AAAAAAAAAAM/4--tFIcSxQ4/s1600-h/Baby+Faith+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093091556589628546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/Rq5LyU8Q7II/AAAAAAAAAAM/4--tFIcSxQ4/s320/Baby+Faith+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have seen this site enough from others that I have finally started our own blog site. I will try hard to keep it updated and post pictures often. Hope you enjoy reading about our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3070808369289212929-3614679798979784511?l=bentleybunch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/feeds/3614679798979784511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3070808369289212929&amp;postID=3614679798979784511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3614679798979784511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3070808369289212929/posts/default/3614679798979784511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bentleybunch.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-started.html' title='Getting started...'/><author><name>Tabatha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872367938355095999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/SafhQ_CTO7I/AAAAAAAAAig/RJJtyZHj6rk/S220/IMG_0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V6GhGa7cwkw/Rq5LyU8Q7II/AAAAAAAAAAM/4--tFIcSxQ4/s72-c/Baby+Faith+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
