<?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-2143033281974525370</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:13:27.785-06:00</updated><category term='New blogger'/><title type='text'>Bennett Blurbs and Other Oddities</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-799010929552045981</id><published>2011-05-27T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:08:08.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the One who gives and takes away</title><content type='html'>Recently our family found out that we were expecting another child.&amp;nbsp; We were overjoyed and SURPRISED!&amp;nbsp; Suddenly thoughts of new baby joy filled our house.&amp;nbsp; Going through old clothes and marveling at teeny tiny sock and shoes, imagining how we will fit another child into a room with a brother or sister.&amp;nbsp; Our kids daily expressed their desire to have a sister!&amp;nbsp; It was all so wonderful and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our appointment with our doctor to see the first image of the new life growing inside of me.&amp;nbsp; Then, there it was a strong rapid heart beat.&amp;nbsp; Such a wonderful feeling to know that this little blessing was thriving and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih07_cljBo0/TeAcO4MRxRI/AAAAAAAAALc/wgkbo5KE4-o/s1600/%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih07_cljBo0/TeAcO4MRxRI/AAAAAAAAALc/wgkbo5KE4-o/s320/%25233.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 weeks 3 days.&amp;nbsp; A very early ultrasound and hard to see.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Sadly, at 9 1/2 weeks we lost our precious baby.&amp;nbsp; We now have had two babies born to heaven resting in the arms of Jesus.&amp;nbsp; This has been very difficult for all of us and we are still in shock and disbelief.&amp;nbsp; Despite our loss we will continue to praise the God who gives and takes away.&amp;nbsp; We know that he will carry us through this storm.&amp;nbsp; I will look forward to the day that I will be able to parent my heavenly babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uHdcyue0bSw?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-799010929552045981?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/799010929552045981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/05/praise-one-who-gives-and-takes-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/799010929552045981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/799010929552045981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/05/praise-one-who-gives-and-takes-away.html' title='Praise the One who gives and takes away'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih07_cljBo0/TeAcO4MRxRI/AAAAAAAAALc/wgkbo5KE4-o/s72-c/%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-5980291505442411509</id><published>2011-04-09T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:53:08.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A BERRY SPECIAL BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we celebrated Kathryn's third birthday with friends and family.&amp;nbsp; We had her party at her gymnastics academy, her favorite place these days.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed playing with everyone and are so grateful that we have wonderful people in our lives to celebrate this little miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EORHa94FlRA/TaC9BADciVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h7XBXwJJmZc/s1600/IMG_2311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EORHa94FlRA/TaC9BADciVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h7XBXwJJmZc/s320/IMG_2311.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little gymnast getting a birthday boost from daddy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Klhs88wOo/TaC9RUVxSvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4oXSseTDxeA/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9Klhs88wOo/TaC9RUVxSvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4oXSseTDxeA/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting a boost from brother.&amp;nbsp; Excited is an understatement.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't take many pictures in the gym for some reason, I'm&amp;nbsp;going to have to rely on pictures taken from family members.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTWJE6JPhfc/TaC9Hc5R9MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vNYSEwTBRx0/s1600/IMG_2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTWJE6JPhfc/TaC9Hc5R9MI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vNYSEwTBRx0/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun with a friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This years cake creation.&amp;nbsp; This one is definitely not my best and Strawberry Shortcake has a wonky eye but Kathryn recognized her so that's all that mattered.&amp;nbsp; Strawberry Shortcake was the the theme of the party this year.&amp;nbsp; Kathryn is way into Strawberry Shortcake at the moment but also anything princess or Tinkerbell.&amp;nbsp; She's certainly all girl!﻿&amp;nbsp; Don't you just love how all the Strawberry Shortcake toys still smell like strawberries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0M5hl5-XWA/TaC9YBLL__I/AAAAAAAAAK4/phYKfKcvak8/s1600/IMG_2302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p0M5hl5-XWA/TaC9YBLL__I/AAAAAAAAAK4/phYKfKcvak8/s320/IMG_2302.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3xGvkqkFZ0/TaC9di_bkkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/N4HVvZhFru8/s1600/IMG_2309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3xGvkqkFZ0/TaC9di_bkkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/N4HVvZhFru8/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy spread.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjYxYqRAaZE/TaC9js8mLcI/AAAAAAAAALA/J23ZjXqlKyA/s1600/IMG_2321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjYxYqRAaZE/TaC9js8mLcI/AAAAAAAAALA/J23ZjXqlKyA/s320/IMG_2321.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many prayers for many more wonderful years to come!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-5980291505442411509?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/5980291505442411509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/04/berry-special-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/5980291505442411509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/5980291505442411509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/04/berry-special-birthday.html' title='A BERRY SPECIAL BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EORHa94FlRA/TaC9BADciVI/AAAAAAAAAKs/h7XBXwJJmZc/s72-c/IMG_2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-3433140537281566733</id><published>2011-04-08T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:35:59.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BABY IS THREE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my baby turns three!&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe she is so big already.&amp;nbsp; She is a delight and a joy and we cannot imagine life without her.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday Kathryn Grace Bennett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7htm4YBMns/TZ-nnLUFDiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6gUEb_oZeBc/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7htm4YBMns/TZ-nnLUFDiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6gUEb_oZeBc/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year one.&amp;nbsp; My little ladybug.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqroyMfbh44/S75Pq2MDLiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SQW_QI4IEfg/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YqroyMfbh44/S75Pq2MDLiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SQW_QI4IEfg/s320/IMG_1775.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year Two.&amp;nbsp; My quiet and gentle child.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZRtr7xKn4U/TZ-oPUtihCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CAv6A8wuOgY/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aZRtr7xKn4U/TZ-oPUtihCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CAv6A8wuOgY/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Year three.&amp;nbsp; A darling mess!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-3433140537281566733?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/3433140537281566733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-baby-is-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/3433140537281566733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/3433140537281566733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-baby-is-three.html' title='MY BABY IS THREE!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7htm4YBMns/TZ-nnLUFDiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6gUEb_oZeBc/s72-c/IMG_0941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-913598519217148186</id><published>2011-03-14T20:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:11:01.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyhood Blunders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday evening we went outside to enjoy some family time in the back yard.&amp;nbsp; The weather was beautiful and we played a lovely game of t-ball.&amp;nbsp; Doug and I went to have a sit on the porch while the kids played a little longer in the back yard before we planned on heading inside.&amp;nbsp; Then it happened...a rite of passage for most boys and some girls even.&amp;nbsp; While&amp;nbsp;trying to scoot off&amp;nbsp;of a&amp;nbsp;wooden post stuck in some concrete Michael's jeans hung on the post and he fell chin first to the ground landing on some broken concrete rock.&amp;nbsp; There were tears and wailing and lots of blood!&amp;nbsp; His sister was horrified and being the good sister that she is broke into sobs as well.&amp;nbsp; I rushed him inside and cleaned the wound to get a better idea of the damage.&amp;nbsp; Of course it would require a trip to the Urgent Care Center for some sutures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The doctors and nurses at the clinic were great.&amp;nbsp; They did a wonderful job attending to and being sensitive toward a hurt little boy.&amp;nbsp; They definitely get this pediatric nurses approval!&amp;nbsp; After some numbing cream they laid him down and got down to business of repairing his chin.&amp;nbsp; He was a champ,&amp;nbsp; he couldn't feel a thing due to the aforementioned numbing cream.&amp;nbsp; They injected him with some more Lidocaine and began cleaning and stitching the wound.&amp;nbsp; Michael did so well with it all he was getting a little bored.&amp;nbsp; Asking how long it was going to take already!&amp;nbsp; He even took up telling knock knock jokes to pass the time.&amp;nbsp; Like this one "knock, knock"&amp;nbsp; "who's there"&amp;nbsp; "chicken"&amp;nbsp; "chicken who"&amp;nbsp; "chicken bock, bock, bocked".&amp;nbsp; I mean all while literally getting stitched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j-1DC3Lp-2w/TX6x1I-oikI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LbUJHGb_t5k/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j-1DC3Lp-2w/TX6x1I-oikI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LbUJHGb_t5k/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what his chin looks like today.&amp;nbsp; He's going to have a scar to match his moms.&amp;nbsp; He's going to have to be a little more ambitious if he wants to match his dad's chin scar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RzOXQ_Xhfuc/TX6x87x2CbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y1p_N0oKUYk/s1600/IMG_2287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RzOXQ_Xhfuc/TX6x87x2CbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y1p_N0oKUYk/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Showing off some scrapes on his arm.&amp;nbsp; There are scrapes on his chest and thighs also.&amp;nbsp; To add insult to injury he landed on an ant mound too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PRl6qXjF4f4/TX6yEpIGA6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GWyFW8yhlx0/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PRl6qXjF4f4/TX6yEpIGA6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/GWyFW8yhlx0/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving the "it's all good" thumbs up.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OuXnhic34YE/TX6yMEikJnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZFGSUT6qUmA/s1600/IMG_2289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OuXnhic34YE/TX6yMEikJnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZFGSUT6qUmA/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fo8r-QPSTP8/TX6yTvrIoxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hZ3f6MyTbNc/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Fo8r-QPSTP8/TX6yTvrIoxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hZ3f6MyTbNc/s320/IMG_2290.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's back to his old tricks.&amp;nbsp; Jumping on/off stuff.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿As I end this post I hear Doug in the background telling the kids "be careful, no cracked heads".&amp;nbsp; Yeah, things are definitely back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-913598519217148186?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/913598519217148186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/03/boyhood-blunders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/913598519217148186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/913598519217148186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/03/boyhood-blunders.html' title='Boyhood Blunders'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-j-1DC3Lp-2w/TX6x1I-oikI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LbUJHGb_t5k/s72-c/IMG_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-5492813403017674695</id><published>2011-03-14T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:07:42.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Gymnast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently Kathryn has started gymnastics.&amp;nbsp; She loves it so much.&amp;nbsp; Every time we drive by the gym she asks&amp;nbsp; for "more nastics".&amp;nbsp; Took some pictures today during her class.&amp;nbsp; How cute is she in her little leotard and zebra booty shorts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ssdrJFRbtso/TX5kvnckvuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PA0lkmgB8Xo/s1600/IMG_2277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ssdrJFRbtso/TX5kvnckvuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PA0lkmgB8Xo/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;balance beam walking.&amp;nbsp; She loves this because at the end of the beam is the foam pit she get to jump in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uTsFYLL6kGo/TX5k0LgbxoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gnrF_iwfyB4/s1600/IMG_2276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uTsFYLL6kGo/TX5k0LgbxoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gnrF_iwfyB4/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YKY4B35KSpw/TX5k6N1_mAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pNBHmXM8KUE/s1600/IMG_2278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YKY4B35KSpw/TX5k6N1_mAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pNBHmXM8KUE/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jJxHJRvQdsc/TX5lALlEk1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IxjPKwn0m7w/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jJxHJRvQdsc/TX5lALlEk1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IxjPKwn0m7w/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure why these pictures were so dark.&amp;nbsp; Even with the flash it wouldn't turn out.&amp;nbsp; At least she has something for the baby book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bqRJ5qPqh7k/TX5lIYux17I/AAAAAAAAAKA/71Miq6GQ2tU/s1600/IMG_2281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bqRJ5qPqh7k/TX5lIYux17I/AAAAAAAAAKA/71Miq6GQ2tU/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My monkey girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BK69itZNIyA/TX5lPLfJeII/AAAAAAAAAKE/M1T1GJfZTts/s1600/IMG_2282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BK69itZNIyA/TX5lPLfJeII/AAAAAAAAAKE/M1T1GJfZTts/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SYFDujk4mbA/TX5lUWxejkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jv9x-c-jwUg/s1600/IMG_2280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SYFDujk4mbA/TX5lUWxejkI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jv9x-c-jwUg/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is how my little gymnast finishes not only at the gym but even small accomplishments at home.&amp;nbsp; With a big "tee-dah!" as Kathryn likes to call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-5492813403017674695?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/5492813403017674695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-gymnast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/5492813403017674695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/5492813403017674695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-gymnast.html' title='Little Gymnast'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ssdrJFRbtso/TX5kvnckvuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PA0lkmgB8Xo/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-4288613891195506981</id><published>2011-03-08T12:41:00.030-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:15:28.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrove Tuesday...Preparing for Ash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Shrove Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kids and I are preparing for Ash Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TS1466xcNi0/TXZpPbJ68aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WXEU-51QHRc/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TS1466xcNi0/TXZpPbJ68aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WXEU-51QHRc/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is our Alleluia.&amp;nbsp; "Alleluia" is said during&amp;nbsp;worship before the proclamation of the Gospel at every Mass except during Lent.&amp;nbsp; We will bury the Alleluia today because it is considered an Easter word.&amp;nbsp; By not&amp;nbsp;using "Alleluia" for the 40 days of&amp;nbsp;Lent perhaps we will come to appreciate more just how joyful this acclimation is. &amp;nbsp;It will come out again at Easter.&amp;nbsp; Before we buried the Alleluia we sang a little song that some of you might remember from childhood.&amp;nbsp; We sang...&lt;em&gt;Allelu, Allelu, Allelu, Allelu&amp;nbsp; Praise ye the Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dchXBvBkLc4/TXZpUjPrIFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DlbBKhumJTE/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dchXBvBkLc4/TXZpUjPrIFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/DlbBKhumJTE/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Burying the Alleluia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yuSrUCWL2qg/TXZpZAw2ibI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cXMcGW0Ix9o/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yuSrUCWL2qg/TXZpZAw2ibI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cXMcGW0Ix9o/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Close it up until Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--HlWFJUWXCM/TXZpeLpDWnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4xwxlxmXQUg/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/--HlWFJUWXCM/TXZpeLpDWnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4xwxlxmXQUg/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids gave up their favorite toys this year for Lent.&amp;nbsp; There was a lot of negotiating on the things that should go in the box.&amp;nbsp; It was a good opportunity to remind them that we do this for Jesus and he made the ultimate sacrifice for us.&amp;nbsp; Can we not make a good sacrifice for Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2i_tyfWG15Y/TXZpivsA49I/AAAAAAAAAJI/p-XdpqNesb8/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2i_tyfWG15Y/TXZpivsA49I/AAAAAAAAAJI/p-XdpqNesb8/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seal the toys up tight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2KTByXTklpI/TXZxrNZiRvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EPapqRm547U/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2KTByXTklpI/TXZxrNZiRvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EPapqRm547U/s320/020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our coloring page that will help the kids count down the&amp;nbsp;40 days of Lent.&amp;nbsp; Each day we will have a Lenten devotion as a family and then the kids will get to color off the days square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-843PLc-tvnA/TXZpn3C-miI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hwd5nvmjk5Y/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-843PLc-tvnA/TXZpn3C-miI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hwd5nvmjk5Y/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made a crown of thorns this year.&amp;nbsp; With each good deed or sacrifice the kids make they will get to take&amp;nbsp;a thorn out of the crown.&amp;nbsp; Ideally this would be done in secret but because of their ages we will make a point of talking about it before we take the thorn out.&amp;nbsp; The goal is to have all the thorns gone by Easter morning.&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;Praying everyone has a deep and meaningful Lent this year.&amp;nbsp; Take time for fasting, prayer, almsgiving and Scripture reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-4288613891195506981?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/4288613891195506981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/03/shrove-tuesdaypreparing-for-ash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/4288613891195506981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/4288613891195506981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/03/shrove-tuesdaypreparing-for-ash.html' title='Shrove Tuesday...Preparing for Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TS1466xcNi0/TXZpPbJ68aI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WXEU-51QHRc/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-8620026548291847265</id><published>2011-02-14T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:56:57.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Wishing all of my loves a happy St. Valentine's day!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bv6QjioON3Y/TVlKpAGK6SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZvRZEW4qIZY/s1600/284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bv6QjioON3Y/TVlKpAGK6SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZvRZEW4qIZY/s320/284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yummy pancake breakfast with sprinkles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6OpU245uKc/TVlNyPg--aI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L_8ibzfP2QY/s1600/288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6OpU245uKc/TVlNyPg--aI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L_8ibzfP2QY/s320/288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1168008873"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1168008874"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two of my loves enjoying their Valentine's gifts.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea what the draw is to these things but my kids have been asking for Pillow Pets forever.&amp;nbsp; Michael was very specific in his request.&amp;nbsp; He wanted a Pterodactyls, not one you can easily find at your local Walgreens.&amp;nbsp; I knew Kathryn would love her kitty.&amp;nbsp; It looks just like our family pet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Praying everyone has a wonderful day enjoying the ones you love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-8620026548291847265?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/8620026548291847265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-st-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/8620026548291847265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/8620026548291847265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-st-valentines-day.html' title='Happy St. Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bv6QjioON3Y/TVlKpAGK6SI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZvRZEW4qIZY/s72-c/284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-7297831467512764156</id><published>2011-02-05T15:42:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:45:36.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TUxLsTol4PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2yTozinyIIo/s1600/16942_obit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TUxLsTol4PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2yTozinyIIo/s200/16942_obit.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My grandmother passed away February 1, 2011.&amp;nbsp; My parents got the call that she was dying on a Monday night and raced there way out to West Texas to be with her when she passed.&amp;nbsp; They were also racing against a winter storm that was blowing in.&amp;nbsp; In the end they were unable to make it and had to stop in Abilene.&amp;nbsp; They were stuck there until Friday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of us here at home were desperately trying to find a way to get to Odessa to be at her funeral.&amp;nbsp; This is all taking place during our rare Texas&amp;nbsp;ice/ snowpocalypse of 2011.&amp;nbsp; My sister and her family tried to set out on a route that would take them further south but to no avail.&amp;nbsp; They had to turn around and come home.&amp;nbsp; My husband's employer would not give him the time off to go with me, not that we could have made it by car anyway, so I booked a ticket to fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The snow came by Thursday night and my Friday flight was canceled.&amp;nbsp; I did not get to go to her funeral and neither did my sister.&amp;nbsp; The good news is that my parents did get out of Abilene on Friday and will make it to her funeral on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is very hard to understand how the Lord was working in this situation.&amp;nbsp; Why did choose to take her when he did?&amp;nbsp; When he knew we would not be able to get to her to say goodbye.&amp;nbsp; I don't know but God is good and he made a way for my mom to get to the funeral to say goodbye.&amp;nbsp; We know it's just her body, Jesus is gone from her.&amp;nbsp; He has taken her home.&amp;nbsp; We spend our lifetimes here on earth practicing what we will be doing forever in heaven...worshiping Him.&amp;nbsp; She will spend eternity worshiping her Saviour and gazing upon His beauty.&amp;nbsp; She is also with her beloved husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May His eternal light shine upon her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Psalm 27:4-5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple. For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, that's not the end of the story.&amp;nbsp; As I finished writing the the above post the sun came out and the snow was melting.&amp;nbsp; My sister called and said she and her husband were going to try one more time by car to get there.&amp;nbsp; Well since God sent the snow that morning schools were closed.&amp;nbsp; One of my two sweet sister-in-laws, Joy was able to watch my kids on last minute notice.&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law was going to watch them the next morning.&amp;nbsp; Had he not sent the snow Joy would have been working that day and I would have had no one to watch them so I could leave with my sister.&amp;nbsp; We hit the road and aside from the slightly icy conditions in Abilene it was a smooth ride.&amp;nbsp; We did not tell my parents we were coming, partly because we thought we would have to turn around and come home and partly not to give them heart attacks!&amp;nbsp; We rode into town only to discover that there were no vacancies in the local hotels.&amp;nbsp; Oi vey...what now.&amp;nbsp; Well again God made a way.&amp;nbsp; I had called all the hotels in the area and no one had room.&amp;nbsp; We finally fessed up to our parents that we were there, thinking we may have to sleep on the floor in their room.&amp;nbsp; It took some convincing before my mom could believe it.&amp;nbsp; We headed over to their hotel and my mom tried to get a roll away bed to add to their room.&amp;nbsp; It was a no go, fire hazard.&amp;nbsp; The sweet lady at the front desk called a hotel competitor in town and was able to snag us the last room!&amp;nbsp; His ways are unsearchable but he knows our every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to lay her to rest and say our goodbyes as a family.&amp;nbsp; Celebrating the life of a sweet lady who replaced her old rugged cross for a crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-7297831467512764156?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/7297831467512764156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/02/saying-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/7297831467512764156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/7297831467512764156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/02/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TUxLsTol4PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2yTozinyIIo/s72-c/16942_obit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-944795614121993535</id><published>2011-01-31T12:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:47:11.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>The Bennett's are officially house hunting.&amp;nbsp; We have decided to get our house ready to sell.&amp;nbsp; I love my house, I have mixed feelings on leaving it.&amp;nbsp; We bought this house to live in and raise our family.&amp;nbsp; I readied two rooms in this house to bring home two babies.&amp;nbsp; As the years have passed we find ourselves wanting a little more room and a little space.&amp;nbsp; We will stay in the area but will hopefully move westward.&amp;nbsp; There is one community that we love where the kids could fish and swim, where mom could workout and take the kids to the community park.&amp;nbsp; We'll see what happens but for right now we are looking.&amp;nbsp; It's fun to look and hard to leave at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-944795614121993535?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/944795614121993535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/944795614121993535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/944795614121993535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2011/01/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-4135351956841403343</id><published>2010-12-27T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T18:25:30.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Third Day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today is the third day of the twelve days of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Recently I had the pleasure of listening to a local Baylor professor,&amp;nbsp;Michael Foley, lecture on the topic of the Twelve Days of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; He was invited to speak&amp;nbsp;to my Moms group and the Women's society at our church&amp;nbsp;by a friend of mine.&amp;nbsp; He was brilliant and we all thoroughly enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; I was enlightened and walked away with many new ways to celebrate not only Christ birth but ways to celebrate all the way to Epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said today is the Third day of Christmas and we honor St. John the Evangelist, the Beloved Disciple feast day.&amp;nbsp; A good way to celebrate today is to make St. John's wine.&amp;nbsp; Below is the prayer&amp;nbsp;and recipe for St. John's wine from the &lt;em&gt;Catholic Cookbook,&lt;/em&gt; by William Kaufman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;St. John's Wine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 quart red wine&lt;br /&gt;3 whole cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/16 teaspoon ground cardamom&lt;br /&gt;2 two-inch cinnamon sticks&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the wine into a large saucepan.&amp;nbsp; Add the remaining ingredients.&amp;nbsp; Boil for 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Serve hot. 8-10 servings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Prayer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray. Deign to bless and to consecrate with Thy right hand, O Lord God, this cup of wine and of whatever drink; and grant that all who believe in Thee and who drink from this cup may be blessed and protected through the merits of Saint John the Apostle and Evangelist.&amp;nbsp; And just as blessed John drank poison from a cup and remained completely unharmed, so too may all who on this day in honor of the blessed John drink from this cup be freed by his merits from every malady of poison and from all harmful things whatsoever; and, offering themselves up in body and soul, may they be delivered from every fault.&amp;nbsp; Through Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless,&amp;nbsp;O Lord, this created drink, that it may be a salutary remedy for all who consume it: and grant through the invocation of Thy Holy Name that whoever tastes of it may, by your leave, receive as much health of the soul as of the body.&amp;nbsp; Through Christ our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may the blessing of Almighty God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, descend upon this created wine and whatever drink, and remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the wine is poured into everyone's glass before dinner.&amp;nbsp; The father then takes his glass, touches it to the mother's and says, "I drink to you the love of St. John," to which the mother replies, "I thank you for the love of St. John."&amp;nbsp; Both take a sip before the mother turns to the oldest child and repeats the ritual, at which point the child turns to the next oldest, etc.&amp;nbsp; The last one to receive St. John's&amp;nbsp; love gives it back to the father, thus closing the family circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Third Day of Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-4135351956841403343?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/4135351956841403343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/12/third-day-of-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/4135351956841403343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/4135351956841403343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/12/third-day-of-christmas.html' title='The Third Day of Christmas'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-6290051610296752416</id><published>2010-12-24T22:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T23:02:29.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veni Jesu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRV6zEN8w7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YhoOnYXGJWM/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRV6zEN8w7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YhoOnYXGJWM/s320/blog.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight one night was still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heaven was whitening a hill;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dark floundered in the wave of morn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infinite Infancy was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eternal power sank below,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A frail white miracle of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eternal Wonder left the skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dwindled into two soft eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child limbs that could not reach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child lips that knew no speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spoken-save the murmurings heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From breathing beast, wind and bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The unbeginning God began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To live the long slow hours of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His Mother, bending her fair head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Straw-gathering--she laid His bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whirling star-world came and halted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above a blown-roofed, low, thatch-vaulted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cave-Ah! are we not agreed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Twas piteous royalty indeed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Fr. Leonard Feeney, MICM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-6290051610296752416?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/6290051610296752416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/12/veni-jesu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/6290051610296752416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/6290051610296752416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/12/veni-jesu.html' title='Veni Jesu'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRV6zEN8w7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YhoOnYXGJWM/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-2800548799640905284</id><published>2010-12-24T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T16:02:46.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Baking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I did some merry baking with my little elves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUV9OP8S0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/52xyJPDJWAA/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUV9OP8S0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/52xyJPDJWAA/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michael and Kathryn both love to help in the kitchen but Michel is my baker.&amp;nbsp; Kathryn would rather help cook a proper meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWJ6SlynI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d1MtAnQ-QYY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWJ6SlynI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d1MtAnQ-QYY/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Michael's finished creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWPsaY0WI/AAAAAAAAAII/6wme887_jK0/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWPsaY0WI/AAAAAAAAAII/6wme887_jK0/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kathryn added toothpicks, the natural choice for most bakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWV5VrJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/IkfwCHkXMc8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWV5VrJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/IkfwCHkXMc8/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are sickeningly sweet creations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWa8HIUhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fh46_MpbAN0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUWa8HIUhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fh46_MpbAN0/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-2800548799640905284?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/2800548799640905284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-baking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/2800548799640905284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/2800548799640905284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-baking.html' title='Merry Baking'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TRUV9OP8S0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/52xyJPDJWAA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-598998467180677345</id><published>2010-11-29T10:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:34:39.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Feeling good because I've got our Christmas cards done early this year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well earlier than usual anyway.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&amp;nbsp; Love my pretty babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 494px; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-y; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; height: 482px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; 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height: 6px;"&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/2143033281974525370-598998467180677345?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/598998467180677345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/11/feeling-good-because-ive-got-our.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/598998467180677345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/598998467180677345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/11/feeling-good-because-ive-got-our.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-6011856491299904870</id><published>2010-11-03T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:47:33.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who'd have thought it would have been the socks!</title><content type='html'>Last week was a very bad, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week. It started on Monday when I silently let a certain burden come over me that caused me to check-out emotionally from my life. It didn't help that I was riding a hormonal roller coaster that week also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let everything go. The house was a wreck and I hadn't been to the grocery store so we were living on crumbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, by Wednesday my daughter came down sick. I spent several sleep deprived days watching over her, checking on her in the middle of the night, medicating her so that she would not have a seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday my husband brought it to my attention that my son had missed his soccer game. Now the truth of the matter is I just plain forgot he had a game. For weeks I had been thinking it was on Friday. I felt horrible that I let him down. I was off the hook because Kathryn was sick and there was no way I could get him there but I knew the truth. I JUST FORGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the completely RIDICULOUS happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, about 6:30 in the morning I was getting ready so I could take my daughter to the doctor when my husband came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said very innocently to his sleep deprived, hormonal, emotionally checked-out wife: "Do I have any socks in the dryer?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking to myself, How would I know I checked-out on Monday. But I said "I don't know why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "I've been out of socks for four days and I've been wearing yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***(disclaimer: my husband never complains, and always helps when I need him to)***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first response was to burst into wailing sobs. My second response was to say through wailing, grinding and gnashing of teeth. "I da da da don't know wh wh what to tell you. If you're out of socks wa wa wash some!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he stood like a deer in headlights, having no idea what is happening. I could see that he was thinking if he stood still enough he might actually become invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that socks would send me careening over the edge of reason. But I mean really, can't a girl get a shout out on day one! All I can say is it's a good thing he didn't run out of underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-6011856491299904870?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/6011856491299904870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/11/whod-have-thought-it-would-have-been.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/6011856491299904870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/6011856491299904870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/11/whod-have-thought-it-would-have-been.html' title='Who&apos;d have thought it would have been the socks!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-1957919497393598035</id><published>2010-11-01T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:01:29.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No rest for the weary</title><content type='html'>This has been a long hard week.  My head aches, my bones are tired, my patience is thin. My heart aches for things longed for and groans for heartaches of others. It is my fervent prayer that this will end soon. My household will be thankful for its end. There are lessons to be learned if I have the ears to hear, the eyes to see and the heart to accept His will. But for now there is no rest for the weary, I must endure and rely on God's grace to get me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534780460216171730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TM99gQj1PNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r-9FsZlH43Y/s200/daniel%2520in%2520the%2520lions%27%2520den.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-1957919497393598035?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/1957919497393598035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-rest-for-weary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/1957919497393598035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/1957919497393598035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-rest-for-weary.html' title='No rest for the weary'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/TM99gQj1PNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/r-9FsZlH43Y/s72-c/daniel%2520in%2520the%2520lions%27%2520den.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-3556878008943496496</id><published>2010-04-21T13:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:36:27.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Recently we celebrated Kathryn's 2nd birthday. We had a great time with family and some friends. Here are some pictures from her special day celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AewXj9UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Oxp_Rc1s39o/s1600/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655770147681602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AewXj9UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Oxp_Rc1s39o/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladybug cake I made for her 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AAs4qnZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VtfDSUmbJiY/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AAs4qnZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VtfDSUmbJiY/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AAs4qnZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VtfDSUmbJiY/s1600/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655253816712594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AAs4qnZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VtfDSUmbJiY/s320/IMG_1784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had an Olivia the pig party. I did my best to create an Olivia cake for her. It was a lot of fun and I was proud of my finished product. Next year we are going to try to break out of our red/black color scheme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462655022007936258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_zNVJZQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EC9JD5xV3ns/s320/IMG_1802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest of honor looking super cute in her pig tails. Thank you grandma for the cute outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_k44-BPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DNbLveLlxnI/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462654776002872562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_k44-BPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DNbLveLlxnI/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not at all sure why everyone is singing to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_YkEiRuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZVgxfAutfSQ/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462654564255811298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_YkEiRuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZVgxfAutfSQ/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make a wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_Lwq-nlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JySy7F9YTG0/s1600/IMG_1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462654344299978322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88_Lwq-nlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JySy7F9YTG0/s320/IMG_1814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift from Nina. Thank you for the fun kitchen toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462653729292773442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88-n9l1aEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uwiD7em4vlE/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her new "pack" as she calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462653178660731554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S88-H6U7OqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PRsldr9Yn-8/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-3556878008943496496?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/3556878008943496496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/04/party-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/3556878008943496496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/3556878008943496496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/04/party-in-pictures.html' title='Party in Pictures'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S89AewXj9UI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Oxp_Rc1s39o/s72-c/IMG_0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-1621668257797231939</id><published>2010-04-08T16:49:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:37:02.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm two!</title><content type='html'>Two years ago today my sweet angel baby made her stubborn entrance into this world. I found my self being whisked off to an emergency c-section under general anesthesia. I can remember the exact moment my doctor burst through the door came to my bedside put his hand on my leg and said " We need to get her out, it's going to be okay." I was looking at him so intently I can tell you every speckle of color in his eyes. I woke up an hour after she had made her appearance to hear her healthy screams. My voice instantly calmed her and although I was able to feel her I could not see her. Through the dense fog of anesthesia I could not muster the strength to open my eyes. Almost at the very same time I could feel my husband holding my hand and saying " she's here and she's perfect and beautiful." When I was able to open my eyes and see you for the first time it felt like seeing a vision of heaven on earth. Because of the circumstances surrounding her delivery daddy did not get to experience her birth either. He had just donned his scrubs for surgery when the nurse entered the room and told him that she had already been delivered. They had to get her out. He was just relieved that she was okay and I was doing well and also probably a little relieved that he didn't have to witness me being filleted open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457887797567470050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S75QCOXyueI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pwp6fIOwrSc/s320/baby+girl+2.jpg" /&gt; We brought her home and instantly our whole world became more beautiful. She was such an easy going baby. I always said when asked if having a second child was harder to adjust to than life with one...NO! Having the first child rocked my world for a while and when she came home she just fit into place and made life sweeter. The Lord knew I needed her and I'm so glad he created such a sweet soul. Today at two she is spunky, fearless, determined and spirited and she keeps me on my toes. She can hold her own against her brother who is two years older and even win a few battles. She certainly requires more correction than Michael ever needed at this age but that is her temperament. I pray the Lord continues to teach me in mothering you. That He will mature you into a woman of character who loves the Lord and lives for Him. That you will fulfill your purpose and vocation with glory and honor and by the grace of God be blessed with abundant happiness. I love that I get to be your mother and look forward to watching you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S75P5dIkA9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lJ7LqQmKxoA/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457887646911300562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S75P5dIkA9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/lJ7LqQmKxoA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kathryn at 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457887395938774562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S75Pq2MDLiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/koo_spC2vzo/s320/IMG_1775.JPG" /&gt; Kathryn at 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-1621668257797231939?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/1621668257797231939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/1621668257797231939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/1621668257797231939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-two.html' title='I&apos;m two!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S75QCOXyueI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pwp6fIOwrSc/s72-c/baby+girl+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-8733726512837466553</id><published>2010-02-08T19:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:39:25.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>The last several days has been very trying for the Bennett household.  Our sweet baby girl had three seizures last Thursday, one that lasted eleven minutes.  Now, nothing not even medical training can prepare a mother for something like this.  I was devestated watching her go through this, pleading with God to make it stop and to keep her breathing.  On and on it went as I watched to color fade from her body.  I had done everything one can do for someone who is seizing and the rest is sit and wait for it to be over.  We took her to our wonderful pediatrician and she was diagnosed with a viral illness.  Her seizures are related to fever and she has had two episodes before this latest one but this time it was far more severe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She was started on Phenobarbital to quiet the seizure activity.  This medicine has changed our little girl in many ways.  We watched her fade into a medicated stupor for three days.  Barely able to stay awake, not able to walk without falling or bumping into something and only opening her eyes half way.  As the days have gone by and her medication adjusted she is doing better but her personality is not her usual.  She is very irritable.  We will have an EEG done in two weeks and then we will be sent to see a pediatric neurologist in Dallas at Cook's Hospital.  We will see what the future holds for this one.  Pray that this is something she will grow out of and that we will not have to keep her medicated for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On top of all this Michael is sick and running fever also.  He is on the mend with antibiotics and has been very good with his sister during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On a lighter note I have to tell you something funny our little guy said to his dad on a trip to H-E-B.  He was being a bit of a smart mouth that particular evening and had been reprimanded by my husband a few times.  In the car on the way home my husband says to him.  "Michael you really have a smart mouth don't you."  Michael replies "Yes I do, I know my letters, numbers and sounds."  He did of course have consequences for his attitude but Doug and I had a good laugh when he wasn't in the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-8733726512837466553?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/8733726512837466553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/02/happenings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/8733726512837466553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/8733726512837466553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/02/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-8360994722029466447</id><published>2010-01-28T12:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:54:04.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How could someone persecute Jesus!</title><content type='html'>I have a little desk calendar that I read daily. It gives me a scripture for the day and a brief thought to ponder. Today's was particularly powerful and I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard a voice speaking to me..."Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acts 26:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stubbornness and selfishness will always stab Jesus Christ. It may hurt no one else, but it wounds His Spirit. Every time we stand on our own rights and insist that this is what we intend to do, we are persecuting Him. And when we finally understand that it is Jesus we have been persecuting all this time, it is the most crushing revelation ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Desk Calendar &lt;u&gt;My Utmost for His Highest &lt;/u&gt;- Oswald Chambers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-8360994722029466447?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/8360994722029466447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-could-someone-persecute-jesus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/8360994722029466447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/8360994722029466447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-could-someone-persecute-jesus.html' title='How could someone persecute Jesus!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-4567081230312256316</id><published>2010-01-27T12:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:48:17.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Pam.</title><content type='html'>I picked Michael up from school today and he was in a very good mood. I proceeded to ask him some questions about his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Michael how was school today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: " Mom can you say Mike how was school today? And I'll call you Pam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Is that what your going by now? Mike."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: "yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mike how was school today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: "Great, thanks Pam for asking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the things this kid says!  He is still calling me Pam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-4567081230312256316?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/4567081230312256316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-call-me-pam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/4567081230312256316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/4567081230312256316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-call-me-pam.html' title='Just call me Pam.'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-7735871730308963714</id><published>2010-01-27T09:51:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:43:43.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat cake!</title><content type='html'>We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celebrated&lt;/span&gt; Michael's birthday party last night at good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Chuck-E-Cheese. This year I had the pleasure of making his birthday cake as I have done in years past. I have made all his cakes except the one for his 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I was too busy gestating to be bothered, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart did and excellent job in my place. I have made a train cake for his 1st birthday, and a Wow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wow Wubbzy&lt;/span&gt; cake for his 3rd. This years party theme was Wall-e, Michael's favorite movie. Wilton makes a Wall-e cake pan but I decided that I really didn't want to add to the collection of cake pans I already have. Not to mention the time it takes to pipe all the icing stars on the cake. So I went searching for another option. I found on the i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; a Wall-e edible icing cake topper, inexpensive with the option to personalize it. So I decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered the cake topper in a 1/2 sheet cake size. I figured that we certainly did not need a full sheet cake and 1/2 would be plenty big. Lesson learned! You only need a 1/4 sheet cake unless your feeding an army. That small glitch aside, this was the easiest cake I've made yet. I certainly think the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wilton&lt;/span&gt; specialty cake pans are far prettier to look at but this cake served our purposes fine. It's just going to get demolished anyway. I was able to get the cake made and decorated while the kids played at my feet. In years past the other cakes took much more effort and I would have to send the kids somewhere else so that I could finish decorating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before and after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CQojDjV0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/yt-M0s3CdMg/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431500176888125250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CQojDjV0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/yt-M0s3CdMg/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CR71SDo6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fcJ7SqZKNcs/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CVHkSU1wI/AAAAAAAAABw/dR-x8bbVrfk/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431505107840980738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CVHkSU1wI/AAAAAAAAABw/dR-x8bbVrfk/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CR71SDo6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fcJ7SqZKNcs/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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 align="right"&gt;I will leave you with pictures of the cakes I've done in the past for his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CTVaSnNcI/AAAAAAAAABo/j4JCoeMLmq8/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CR71SDo6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fcJ7SqZKNcs/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CR71SDo6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fcJ7SqZKNcs/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CR71SDo6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fcJ7SqZKNcs/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CR71SDo6I/AAAAAAAAABg/fcJ7SqZKNcs/s1600-h/IMG_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2CTVaSnNcI/AAAAAAAAABo/j4JCoeMLmq8/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-7735871730308963714?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/7735871730308963714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-them-eat-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/7735871730308963714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/7735871730308963714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat cake!'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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I cannot believe four years ago today I gave birth to my precious son. His birth date is very special to me. January 23 is both the worst day of my life and also one of the best. January 23, 2004 was the day I had to kiss my husband good-bye and prayed for his safety as he deployed to Iraq. I was filled with fear that day. I spent my days unable to sleep, eat or think clearly. Every time the phone rang I feared that it was someone calling to tell me he had been hurt. Not knowing exactly where he was stationed for several months added to my anxiety. Every city mentioned in the news where solders were hurt or killed could have been the city he was in. I prayed daily as well as with members of my family for his safety and the well being of his unit. I had to give all my anxiety to the Lord and rely on Him alone to get me through that difficult time. He did, and my husband came home as well as his entire unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429995324168510914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S1s3-l0YncI/AAAAAAAAABA/2g_COuDf6P4/s320/baby+boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to January 23, 2006. My precious angel son was born. A hefty 8 pounds and 21 inches long. He, in the instant he was born made me a mother. I remember every detail of that day. I had a long unpleasant pregnancy but in one second it was made completely worth it when he took his first breath. I thank you Lord for such a joyful child, full of laughter and play. Intelligent and sweet. I love your kisses and the flowers you bring me to brighten my day. I love to see you develop daily into the man of character your going to be and pray that God will give me wisdom as I guide you on your way. It is only by the graces of God that he can take your worst day and make it the best! Beauty comes from ashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S1s6ZLO-g3I/AAAAAAAAABI/fw68f0i6iko/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429997979912012658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S1s6ZLO-g3I/AAAAAAAAABI/fw68f0i6iko/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael you keep me on my toes and I love you. Your growing but the only one having growing pains is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-7219693230768360878?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/7219693230768360878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-pains.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/7219693230768360878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/7219693230768360878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-pains.html' title='Growing pains'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S1s3-l0YncI/AAAAAAAAABA/2g_COuDf6P4/s72-c/baby+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143033281974525370.post-3195051902264268382</id><published>2010-01-21T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:31:17.760-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New blogger'/><title type='text'>Not so sure.</title><content type='html'>Well I've gone and done it.  I'm blogging!  Let me tell you I'm not so sure about this new adventure.  I'm wondering if I'll actually have the time to post anything of consequence.  I do love reading my friends blogs so why not give it a try.   Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2143033281974525370-3195051902264268382?l=hllybnntt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/feeds/3195051902264268382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-so-sure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/3195051902264268382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2143033281974525370/posts/default/3195051902264268382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hllybnntt.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-so-sure.html' title='Not so sure.'/><author><name>Holly Bennett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328042776026949076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B1U-MclpMKM/S2StItJXS4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/e5V2fJScsBI/S220/family.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
