<?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-2846319564859679713</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:17:49.245+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Upside Down on the World</title><subtitle type='html'>Navigating this crazy wonderful Navy life here and abroad</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2008662777487110234</id><published>2010-02-09T17:59:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:18:54.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowcation 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't hate us because we loved the snow. I am well aware that playing in the snow for 2 days and then flying back to your tropical island is much more fun than back to back snow storms leaving you stranded for days. But WE LOVED THE SNOW!!! In the words of Alison after arriving to Sapporo "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EVERY THING'S&lt;/span&gt; MADE OF SNOW!!!" We had a fabulous trip. Lots of snow, sledding, hot cocoa, fellowship, competition, ice skating, and family time. It was so fun to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snowcation&lt;/span&gt;. When you are used to living in warm climates you forget how fun the snow can be. We even went ice skating outside. The kids loved it! Watch out Luke and Brady, Owen may just show up ready to play hockey in a few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sapporo was beautiful. One afternoon Owen went with our friends to sled and while Jeff and Alison napped I enjoyed a cream puff, hot chocolate, and watching the snow fall out our window. Such peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great vacation. I'm thankful for having had the opportunity to see another part of Japan and for having a break from the busyness of life. Hope you enjoy the pictures. And hope you enjoy your snow as much as we enjoyed ours. (would you kill me if I told you we are having a thunderstorm and our A/C just kicked on?!?)&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey14EONgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/s963TOI5Ztw/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey14EONgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/s963TOI5Ztw/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436182126377448962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowmobile ride&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey1APK4JI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SZX9zKb7Mow/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey1APK4JI/AAAAAAAAAzI/SZX9zKb7Mow/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436182111390982290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow slides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey0hjDpQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AiOrYc5IcUU/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey0hjDpQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AiOrYc5IcUU/s400/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436182103152895234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ice slide "that was so fast"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey0LO_vEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tRO6E6mBM6k/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey0LO_vEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/tRO6E6mBM6k/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436182097163172930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison is the little pink thing on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ice slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ex6RxH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cr5hW-4f9bI/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ex6RxH8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cr5hW-4f9bI/s400/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181102484517266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mickey and Minnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ex5ynRGJI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Hk1eHpTrdoo/s1600-h/IMG_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ex5ynRGJI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Hk1eHpTrdoo/s400/IMG_1521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181094121674898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the snowmobile ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ex5Rz8t6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/x4gEPqwatBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ex5Rz8t6I/AAAAAAAAAyg/x4gEPqwatBQ/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181085316495266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoo animals, the detail on this sculpture was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ExQphg0cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/YVeMxHXKPYA/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ExQphg0cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/YVeMxHXKPYA/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436180387306983874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pulling the kids in the sled. Our friend Buddy provided the sleds for the kids. Pure genius!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ExQIni9VI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/1uEMCR63rM4/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ExQIni9VI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/1uEMCR63rM4/s400/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436180378473919826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice sculptures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ExPS6dSvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tOqJQQ9VfHM/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ExPS6dSvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/tOqJQQ9VfHM/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436180364057725682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Airplane ice sculpture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EwVou1zAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/QCCQwlfC_cM/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EwVou1zAI/AAAAAAAAAyA/QCCQwlfC_cM/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436179373482167298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Car ice sculpture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EwVFpaq9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fJMYhWCU3LQ/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EwVFpaq9I/AAAAAAAAAx4/fJMYhWCU3LQ/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436179364064177106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack on the seal pup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EwUrAR-6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/2tZ8ZfN8VQc/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EwUrAR-6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/2tZ8ZfN8VQc/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436179356912319394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison trying to mount the seal pup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EvlnFmOgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/1RBLWCbdAHw/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EvlnFmOgI/AAAAAAAAAxo/1RBLWCbdAHw/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436178548407024130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sledding. Buddy found us the best hill ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EvlGAFL0I/AAAAAAAAAxg/1RbFdiQinzE/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EvlGAFL0I/AAAAAAAAAxg/1RbFdiQinzE/s400/IMG_1572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436178539525517122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen with the popular Japanese pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EvkmyLE8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/-Z2b7RXQVcw/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EvkmyLE8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/-Z2b7RXQVcw/s400/IMG_1573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436178531145683906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen ready to go down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Elvt4HBXI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KpMluMsYs00/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Elvt4HBXI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/KpMluMsYs00/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436167726911915378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ElvNU9dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/SS-idOSkTLM/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3ElvNU9dRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/SS-idOSkTLM/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436167718174553362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to get back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EluhxRwhI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iCVCPJTTL4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EluhxRwhI/AAAAAAAAAxA/iCVCPJTTL4Y/s400/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436167706482164242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EknkZIF9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/BLN2XMfYcoY/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EknkZIF9I/AAAAAAAAAw4/BLN2XMfYcoY/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436166487415461842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen down but not out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EknFPy97I/AAAAAAAAAww/9e2grq1Djs8/s1600-h/IMG_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EknFPy97I/AAAAAAAAAww/9e2grq1Djs8/s400/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436166479054829490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Owen go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EkmuOsT0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/deg_A9zGgiY/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3EkmuOsT0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/deg_A9zGgiY/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436166472876183362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison and Daddy skating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2008662777487110234?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2008662777487110234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2008662777487110234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2008662777487110234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2008662777487110234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2010/02/snowcation-2010.html' title='Snowcation 2010'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S3Ey14EONgI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/s963TOI5Ztw/s72-c/IMG_1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5011705587361385873</id><published>2010-02-01T16:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:14:05.444+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom Festival 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Saturday we traveled to Nago for the Cherry Blossom Festival. We had great weather and enjoyed climbing all the stairs this year. The last time we went it was a little rainy and Alison was about 18 months, needless to say we didn't make it to the top. This year the kids had no excuse seeing as how they climbed The Great Wall back in April. They did great and it was such a beautiful walk amongst the cherry blossom trees. I've never been to D.C.'s Cherry  Blossom Festival, but I feel like I've seen the "real" thing since our trees were a gift from the people of Japan. Maybe next spring we'll get to go to the festival in Washington D.C. since we'll be close. We are trying to soak up all things "Japan" with our 5 months left. On Thursday we head to Sapporo for the Snow and Ice Festival. It should be great fun. I don't think either of our kids really remembers what snow is like. Thankfully GramZ and Baba sent us some snowsuits to borrow from their stash in Michigan. We should be toasty warm as we slide, tube, and snowball fight. Our friends, the Rathmells, are also going to be there. We look forward to some great fellowship and competition. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures. Sorry if they make you long for spring. Next year we won't be living on this tropical island, but for now we'll enjoy the 70 degree temps!&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKwzDyzHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ovSB9Gwn3ss/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKwzDyzHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ovSB9Gwn3ss/s400/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433182571413556338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKwQxO31I/AAAAAAAAAwY/voHLb4RMDcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKwQxO31I/AAAAAAAAAwY/voHLb4RMDcQ/s400/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433182562208898898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKv-CfpCI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/NrAYpV_K0kM/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKv-CfpCI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/NrAYpV_K0kM/s400/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433182557181027362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKAWM2WSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/nIOjAiQlh7A/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKAWM2WSI/AAAAAAAAAwI/nIOjAiQlh7A/s400/IMG_1491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433181739033188642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aJ_4Hr0-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/KVkFCjvn0Zc/s1600-h/IMG_1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aJ_4Hr0-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/KVkFCjvn0Zc/s400/IMG_1480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433181730958463970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aJ_Jg9nvI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2YI-E44jkck/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aJ_Jg9nvI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2YI-E44jkck/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433181718448021234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5011705587361385873?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5011705587361385873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5011705587361385873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5011705587361385873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5011705587361385873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2010/02/cherry-blossom-festival-2010.html' title='Cherry Blossom Festival 2010'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/S2aKwzDyzHI/AAAAAAAAAwg/ovSB9Gwn3ss/s72-c/IMG_1504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8950917749336711594</id><published>2009-12-24T10:28:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:21:20.654+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Do On Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLHfgdN-dI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rHIjPmUPbUs/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLHfgdN-dI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rHIjPmUPbUs/s400/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418612645782485458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress up Day. The Prince and the Princess&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLHe-hRcMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7WqUrSpY5dc/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLHe-hRcMI/AAAAAAAAAvY/7WqUrSpY5dc/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418612636672684226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLG49wBNVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jdl45BOIUpo/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLG49wBNVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/Jdl45BOIUpo/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418611983631070546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa at the O club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLG4cuSkwI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2p3XYJ0Ve90/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLG4cuSkwI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2p3XYJ0Ve90/s400/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418611974765449986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pirate Ship Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLGbnXGR0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/71vs-dre8Zo/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLGbnXGR0I/AAAAAAAAAvA/71vs-dre8Zo/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418611479404758850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December 23, 2009 74 degrees. Happy tropical Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLGbCgHyTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/q003R6raDds/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLGbCgHyTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/q003R6raDds/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418611469510494514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLF4e0g8BI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Bry2ATQG30Q/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLF4e0g8BI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Bry2ATQG30Q/s400/IMG_1453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418610875816800274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorating Cookies (We also made those snowmen chair covers one day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLF308IYVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/mO16YjEZmKA/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLF308IYVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/mO16YjEZmKA/s400/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418610864574456146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a reason we only do this once a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLFXWhL7AI/AAAAAAAAAug/LTMQG1tblzY/s1600-h/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLFXWhL7AI/AAAAAAAAAug/LTMQG1tblzY/s400/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418610306652564482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLFW4MkDeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/aOmgFCk-ZO8/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLFW4MkDeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/aOmgFCk-ZO8/s400/IMG_1456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418610298513001954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've also been to the III &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MEF&lt;/span&gt; band Christmas concert, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; cookie decorating, Round1 indoor sports/arcade fun place, out to dinner with friends and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Air force&lt;/span&gt; Tops in Blue concert. It's been a full week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8950917749336711594?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8950917749336711594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8950917749336711594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8950917749336711594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8950917749336711594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-we-do-on-christmas-break.html' title='What We Do On Christmas Break'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SzLHfgdN-dI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rHIjPmUPbUs/s72-c/IMG_1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1750211816008349340</id><published>2009-12-15T20:00:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:55:35.283+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SydzAVN5JgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RfwLSVEl4o0/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SydzAVN5JgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RfwLSVEl4o0/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415423526468920834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy_7-mrzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lg2bpFSya_w/s1600-h/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy_7-mrzI/AAAAAAAAAuI/lg2bpFSya_w/s400/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415423519693909810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy_eG8QrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/fuAJ4rjQuNY/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy_eG8QrI/AAAAAAAAAuA/fuAJ4rjQuNY/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415423511675814578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture by a purple Christmas tree for Miss Erin&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy-mELiOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/veILWbUCSL0/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy-mELiOI/AAAAAAAAAt4/veILWbUCSL0/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415423496631847138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy98Wt1GI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qCtPtwEjZOI/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sydy98Wt1GI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qCtPtwEjZOI/s400/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415423485435303010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving we were able to travel to Tokyo again. The vacation away from Okinawa was certainly a welcome one. I never thought a little island could be so busy. We arrived on Thanksgiving day and enjoyed lunch and a little sight seeing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roppongi&lt;/span&gt; before our turkey feast at The New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sanno&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Friday morning found us up bright and early. There was no doubt we were going to meet the mouse. Since Jeff doesn't embarrass easily I took it upon myself to order us matching Mickey shirts. They made me happy. (Secretly I think Jeff liked them too :)) We spent the day riding rides, watching parades, eating overpriced treats, and loving every minute of it. My favorite part was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;electrical&lt;/span&gt; parade. However, Alison totally stole my heart during the daytime parade. She sat on her daddy's shoulders and screamed her heart out at Minnie and the princesses. It would not have helped to tell her they couldn't hear her. She was convinced they were waving to her. I loved hearing her little voice yell "Minnie, I'm here. I'm wearing you. Hi Minnie!"  "Cinderella, Cinderella, Hi Cinderella! Cinderella". It went on and on for every princess that came through. I'm happy to report that Disney is still the happiest place on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Saturday and Sunday we mastered the Tokyo subway system and explored the city quite a bit. We made it to the Imperial palace and gardens, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ginza&lt;/span&gt; (a shopping district), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Asakusa&lt;/span&gt; (temple and pagoda), The Meiji Shrine, another shopping district, the Tokyo Tower, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Roppongi&lt;/span&gt; for dinner at Outback steakhouse. Tokyo is quite an amazing city! I have really come to love Japan. I think my favorite parts of our sight seeing were the imperial palace gardens and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Asakusa&lt;/span&gt;. The gardens were beautiful. Many trees and fall colors. I haven't seen fall colors in 2 years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Asakusa&lt;/span&gt; was a more traditional part of town and it was beautiful too. The temple and pagoda were similar to those we saw in China. But the best thing we did was a rickshaw ride around the town. Our rickshaw "driver" showed us all around the business district of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Asakusa&lt;/span&gt;. The kids really loved the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also managed to swim at the hotel and get some yummy baked goods at a local pastry shop. We flew back to Okinawa on Monday night. We were able to see Mt. Fuji from the plane. Maybe we'll head back to Tokyo in the summer to climb it. Or maybe I'll enjoy the hotel while Jeff climbs it. We'll keep you posted. &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/2846319564859679713-1750211816008349340?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1750211816008349340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1750211816008349340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1750211816008349340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1750211816008349340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/12/tokyo-2009.html' title='Tokyo 2009'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SydzAVN5JgI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RfwLSVEl4o0/s72-c/IMG_1233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2520904431168999524</id><published>2009-12-12T15:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:37:09.594+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Program</title><content type='html'>Alison's preschool class had a Christmas program yesterday. I'm not sure there is anything cuter than the videos of these 2, 3, and 4 year olds singing. I hope you enjoy them. The loud voice is the boy I focus on one time in the green shirt. Also note that Alison needed something to do with her hands so she chose to pull up her dress. At least she is in the middle row so not too many people got to see her hello kitty underwear. We're working on being a lady. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2520904431168999524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2520904431168999524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2520904431168999524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/12/preschool-program.html' title='Preschool Program'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8454810841106682835</id><published>2009-11-18T21:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:26:42.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkathon 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPncONBYeI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZvO6tWX1NzY/s1600/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPncONBYeI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZvO6tWX1NzY/s400/IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405418449809793506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tug of war after the walkathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPnbnl3LBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Wc4IvV_XCXk/s1600/IMG_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPnbnl3LBI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Wc4IvV_XCXk/s400/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405418439444999186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting ready to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPnbPI0ujI/AAAAAAAAAtY/S-PyZOmD93A/s1600/IMG_1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPnbPI0ujI/AAAAAAAAAtY/S-PyZOmD93A/s400/IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405418432880753202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Registered and ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday November 14, 2009 Owen, Alison and I walked 9km for OCSI's walkathon. Owen had pleaded with family members and at least one neighbor to sponsor him walking. I must say he did MUCH better this year than last year. I only heard two complaints of him being tired and those were easily squashed by my positive pep talks. If you've seen Facing the Giants then you'll recognize my spiel, "Don't &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quit Owen, your very best, don't quit" "one foot in front of the other buddy, one foot in front of the other" "God gave you two strong legs" etc. Then on the last hill Alison got out of the stroller and ran up the hill with her brother. So cute! She stopped for a minute and said "mommy I need some water" and then trudged her chubby little thighs the rest of the way up. I was so proud of my kids. I was so thankful the rain held off. Our weekend was busier than I hope to ever be again. We're still tired, Alison was in bed at 6:40pm tonight, but I'm thankful for a good weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8454810841106682835?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8454810841106682835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8454810841106682835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8454810841106682835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8454810841106682835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/11/walkathon-2009.html' title='Walkathon 2009'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SwPncONBYeI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZvO6tWX1NzY/s72-c/IMG_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4224208085344842251</id><published>2009-10-07T18:30:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:35:54.989+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Schmyphoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SsxgyW3sL-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/X5Bvg8-oXco/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SsxgyW3sL-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/X5Bvg8-oXco/s400/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389789272304529378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Ssxgx04vQrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ldrn9A-nnmg/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Ssxgx04vQrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ldrn9A-nnmg/s400/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389789263182119602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the typhoon passed us by. I'm kind of glad, but it would be nice to get one out of the way. It seems inevitable that we will have one while we live here. The anticipation is starting to get to me. It moved past Okinawa during the night and morning, making for an interesting workout today. I just kept singing "against the wind, I keep running against the wind". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before we left for school Owen said look there is a rainbow. So we ran out and took a quick picture. We see lots of rainbows in Okinawa but this is the first one we photographed. It was gone as quickly as it came, but it was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4224208085344842251?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4224208085344842251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4224208085344842251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4224208085344842251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4224208085344842251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/10/typhoon-schmyphoon.html' title='Typhoon Schmyphoon'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SsxgyW3sL-I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/X5Bvg8-oXco/s72-c/IMG_1070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-802595227097901499</id><published>2009-10-07T12:45:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:59:21.668+09:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are my beautiful kids one morning before school. Owen is in first grade and Alison goes to preschool 3 days a week. She wants to go everyday just like her brother. They are both doing very well so far and we are very proud of them. Because Owen's school starts at 8:30am and I drive him, Alison and I end up with a lot of lag time before her school starts at 9:30am. We usually stop for a snack and read some books or play in the car before she heads into school. The video below is during our "play time". She just cracks me up. I hope you enjoy her singing. It will definitely put a smile on your face!&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SswPMXHmbMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fl_WYDA2vFY/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SswPMXHmbMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fl_WYDA2vFY/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389699559094381762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome first grader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SswPL8TbDxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/C5w5EL5RzN8/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SswPL8TbDxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/C5w5EL5RzN8/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389699551896211218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful pre-schooler. Yes, she knows she is cute!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5e5f00d53780ae50" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5e5f00d53780ae50%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D5AAA8EEC6229AC7BFE0A077BC8F0DA3377FA7B.5640CC36465F00AB2B7F88ADD8B381E1941A6C25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5e5f00d53780ae50%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DesuL5ng6BTfjFVVWYYKCp0P1jnE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Loves Me by Alison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-802595227097901499?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/802595227097901499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SswPMXHmbMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/fl_WYDA2vFY/s72-c/IMG_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2815597230078323855</id><published>2009-09-25T21:51:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:03:07.174+09:00</updated><title type='text'>She Flew Through The Air With the Greatest of Ease...</title><content type='html'>Or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c449bf5d89142a64" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Before the fall. Isn't she beautiful!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2815597230078323855?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2815597230078323855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2815597230078323855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2815597230078323855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2815597230078323855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-flew-through-air-with-greatest-of.html' title='She Flew Through The Air With the Greatest of Ease...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sry_OJ8ivCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/C4cUhaG9RVY/s72-c/IMG_1052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5187519318406605537</id><published>2009-09-11T12:14:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:25:00.038+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool Preparation</title><content type='html'>Alison started preschool today. To get ready for her big day we had a mommy/daughter date to have pedicures. It is safe to say that Alison likes to be pampered. They asked me if she wanted the pedicure or just nail art so I asked Alison if she wanted her feet and legs rubbed and she said "Yes!" She enjoyed being a big girl and I had so much fun being with my girl. She would reach her hand over to my chair so I would hold it. What sweet memories I'll have of our day together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB2p_JtbI/AAAAAAAAAso/jepI4vxtOjs/s400/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044374598596018" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB2CLUOyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/HO1A2kBSlio/s1600-h/IMG_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB2CLUOyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/HO1A2kBSlio/s400/IMG_1033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044363912198946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB1i0mNlI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u9tnBfwUUCc/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB1i0mNlI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u9tnBfwUUCc/s400/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044355495409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB06MgN0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/I-oQl7EiZ3o/s1600-h/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB06MgN0I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/I-oQl7EiZ3o/s400/IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044344589825858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB0d9iVbI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HNYQRQGYP54/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB0d9iVbI/AAAAAAAAAsI/HNYQRQGYP54/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380044337010857394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5187519318406605537?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5187519318406605537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5187519318406605537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5187519318406605537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5187519318406605537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool-preparation.html' title='Preschool Preparation'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SqnB2p_JtbI/AAAAAAAAAso/jepI4vxtOjs/s72-c/IMG_1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-7879527465521757908</id><published>2009-08-18T19:01:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:32:20.169+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs Flat Daddy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can have the REAL thing!&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SoqB6sJdeqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xrUdI8kh-_k/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SoqB6sJdeqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xrUdI8kh-_k/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371248350875974306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Okinawa's airport Sunday August 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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;Life at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singley&lt;/span&gt; house has dramatically changed in the last several days. One day last week Jeff called to say his deployment had been cancelled. Maybe you think my response was something like screaming the Hallelujah chorus, and planning for our reunion, but it was not. I think it was more like "shut up, I don't believe you" and that is harsh talk because we don't use the words shut up in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next couple of days Jeff continued to say that the CO had confirmed it and they would all be leaving in a matter of days. Being a true Navy wife I didn't say a word to anyone. Especially not my children. I knew better. I knew they would change their minds. They always do. This is the Navy for crying out loud. Orders are never changed for my happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leaped&lt;/span&gt; for joy when I saw his flight itinerary over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt;. But it still seemed too good to be true. Cancel a deployment. Really? That. Never. Happens! But he was set to arrive Sunday night at 8:35pm. We decided to let the kids be surprised at the airport just to ensure things didn't get changed. A couple of Jeff's co workers met us at the airport to welcome him home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were absolutely surprised as I'm sure most of you are. We're still a little in shock, but so extremely thankful for this blessing. God answered our prayers "to bring Daddy back to us as soon as possible" in a way I never imagined. How AWESOME is He!?! What a mighty and powerful God we serve! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Jeff's 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday (which means mine is just around the corner, ugh we're getting old). It is very nice to be able to celebrate with him in person. Thank you for all of your love, prayers, and support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I heart the Navy, for today anyway :). &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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3353a0310ed92cb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3353a0310ed92cb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A0E964623F60579C0032B682093731B2E33B72A.28DA4DC9633DB340D86656203FB45AD7B577FA00%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3353a0310ed92cb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD1ISqBUAFCi6AgpGZbm4CyZlei4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3353a0310ed92cb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A0E964623F60579C0032B682093731B2E33B72A.28DA4DC9633DB340D86656203FB45AD7B577FA00%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3353a0310ed92cb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD1ISqBUAFCi6AgpGZbm4CyZlei4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember to pause the music  first so you can hear the video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-7879527465521757908?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3353a0310ed92cb7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7879527465521757908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=7879527465521757908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7879527465521757908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7879527465521757908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-needs-flat-daddy.html' title='Who Needs Flat Daddy.....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SoqB6sJdeqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/xrUdI8kh-_k/s72-c/IMG_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4118756734587990799</id><published>2009-08-13T20:36:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:42:10.572+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alisonisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These are all things Alison said today that made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't want it (referring to sunscreen) on my headbow.  (forehead)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God said we could wear our jammies out. -- I think this is because I told her she can't wear her jammies out to the store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not God you are mommy. --  Thank goodness for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And pray that Jesus helps her to walk again and run and, (long pause), skip"-- Referring to Miss Erin. I'm not sure skipping is on her list of skills to regain but Alison wants to make sure it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my favorite is "headbow". I love it. Soon enough she'll say the right word and I'll know she is growing up, but for now I hope headbow sticks around a while. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4118756734587990799?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4118756734587990799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4118756734587990799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4118756734587990799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4118756734587990799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/08/alisonisms-part-two.html' title='Alisonisms'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6212863715472449519</id><published>2009-08-13T14:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:29:43.439+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Military Wife Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Each one may look different and each is wonderfully unique, but this they have in common:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some are even men)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of moving...&lt;br /&gt;Moving...&lt;br /&gt;Moving...&lt;br /&gt;Moving far from home...&lt;br /&gt;Moving two cars, three kids and one dog...all riding with HER of course.&lt;br /&gt;Moving sofas to basements because they won't go in THIS house;&lt;br /&gt;Moving curtains that won't fit;&lt;br /&gt;Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from friends;&lt;br /&gt;Moving toward new friends;&lt;br /&gt;Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for housing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for orders.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for deployments.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for reunions.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to come home,&lt;br /&gt;For dinner...AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call her 'Military Dependent', but she knows better:&lt;br /&gt;She is fiercely In-Dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can balance a check book;&lt;br /&gt;Handle the yard work;&lt;br /&gt;Fix a noisy toilet;&lt;br /&gt;Bury the family pet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.&lt;br /&gt;She can file the taxes;&lt;br /&gt;Sell a house;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a car;&lt;br /&gt;Or set up a move...&lt;br /&gt;......all with ONE Power of Attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her.&lt;br /&gt;She reinvents her career with every PCS;&lt;br /&gt;Locates a house in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic,&lt;br /&gt;Or the deep south.&lt;br /&gt;And learns to call them all 'home'.&lt;br /&gt;She MAKES them all home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives are somewhat hasty...&lt;br /&gt;They leap into:&lt;br /&gt;Decorating,&lt;br /&gt;Leadership,&lt;br /&gt;Volunteering,&lt;br /&gt;Career alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;Churches,&lt;br /&gt;And friendships.&lt;br /&gt;They don't have 15 years to get to know people.&lt;br /&gt;Their roots are short but flexible.&lt;br /&gt;They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:&lt;br /&gt;They connect over coffee,&lt;br /&gt;Rely on the spouse network,&lt;br /&gt;Accept offers of friendship and favors.&lt;br /&gt;Record addresses in pencil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military Wives have a common bond:&lt;br /&gt;The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is&lt;br /&gt;unique.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have a 'JOB'&lt;br /&gt;He has a 'MISSION' that he can't just decide to quit...&lt;br /&gt;He's on-call for his country 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town!&lt;br /&gt;His language is foreign&lt;br /&gt;TDY&lt;br /&gt;PCS&lt;br /&gt;OPR&lt;br /&gt;SOS&lt;br /&gt;ACC&lt;br /&gt;BDU&lt;br /&gt;ACU&lt;br /&gt;BAR&lt;br /&gt;CIB&lt;br /&gt;TAD&lt;br /&gt;And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.&lt;br /&gt;She is the long- distance link to keep them informed; the glue that holds &lt;br /&gt;them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Military Wife has her moments:&lt;br /&gt;She wants to wring his neck;&lt;br /&gt;Dye his uniform pink;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to move to Siberia;&lt;br /&gt;But she pulls herself together.&lt;br /&gt;Give her a few days,&lt;br /&gt;A travel brochure,&lt;br /&gt;A long hot bath,&lt;br /&gt;A pledge to the flag,&lt;br /&gt;A wedding picture,&lt;br /&gt;And she goes.&lt;br /&gt;She packs.&lt;br /&gt;She moves.&lt;br /&gt;She follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;How come?&lt;br /&gt;You may think it is because she has lost her mind.&lt;br /&gt;But actually it is because she has lost her heart .&lt;br /&gt;It was stolen from her by a man,&lt;br /&gt;Who puts duty first,&lt;br /&gt;Who longs to deploy,&lt;br /&gt;Who salutes the flag,&lt;br /&gt;And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military&lt;br /&gt;Husband,&lt;br /&gt;She will remain his military wife.&lt;br /&gt;And would have it no other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Author Unkown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Got this from a friend on facebook and it made my day. Here's to all my favorite military spouses! I couldn't make it without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6212863715472449519?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6212863715472449519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6212863715472449519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6212863715472449519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6212863715472449519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-military-wife-is.html' title='What A Military Wife Is....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3896646326286842216</id><published>2009-08-13T08:58:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:13:45.866+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Erin</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let you know of the amazing progress Erin has made. She finally arrived at Balboa Medical Center in San Diego after a long and painful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;medivac&lt;/span&gt; trip. She had two surgeries. One to fuse her spine and one to put some hardware in her pelvis. In just one day after the surgeries she was up and taking baby steps. Over the course of the last few days she has been getting faster and stronger. She is now being moved to a Rehab facility where I'm certain God and her are going to amaze the staff. Todd and the kids finally arrived to San Diego last Saturday after a long and somewhat eventful trip. They are together. Jeff was able to see them over the weekend and told me that Erin made him laugh when she said "God was looking out for me because not one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tattoos&lt;/span&gt; got messed up". Jeff agreed that was divine providence. She's a funny lady! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please continue to pray for Erin's  continued recovery and for the family to get settled into their new home. This is the first move either of their kids will remember and while they will adjust quickly it's hard on a mom when your kids are sad. Taryn will start second grade soon. She's a sweet girl and I'm sure will make friends quickly. Pray for the perfect teacher and friends to make her new school a good experience. I'm not sure if they have found a preschool for Ian but you could pray for that too. Thank you for lifting our friends up to Jesus. He is good and is answering all of our prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3896646326286842216?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3896646326286842216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3896646326286842216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3896646326286842216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3896646326286842216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-on-erin.html' title='Update on Erin'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4430447462086183454</id><published>2009-08-08T07:41:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:00:36.059+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Snyx7uWU0RI/AAAAAAAAAr4/TYU3iD5hdcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Snyx7uWU0RI/AAAAAAAAAr4/TYU3iD5hdcQ/s400/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367360495530856722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Snyx6nPs7jI/AAAAAAAAArw/5jJqdq6AjWw/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Snyx6nPs7jI/AAAAAAAAArw/5jJqdq6AjWw/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367360476444159538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by taking Flat Stanley on our China trip for my nephew, Luke, I decided to make us a Flat Daddy. He arrived in the mail Thursday. The kids were excited to see their dad and thought it was a fun idea. Already Flat Daddy has been bowling with us and he is currently watching cartoons with the kids. I know it is a silly idea but I thought it might make our time without Jeff a little more fun. Now lets hope Flat Daddy doesn't get left behind anywhere or I might be in trouble. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4430447462086183454?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4430447462086183454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4430447462086183454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4430447462086183454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4430447462086183454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/08/flat-daddy.html' title='Flat Daddy'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Snyx7uWU0RI/AAAAAAAAAr4/TYU3iD5hdcQ/s72-c/IMG_0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4022584628441709139</id><published>2009-07-28T06:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:44:33.100+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sm4fXeGycvI/AAAAAAAAAro/KUiiC62Fl-k/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sm4fXeGycvI/AAAAAAAAAro/KUiiC62Fl-k/s400/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363258694323827442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Erin and Alison at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Erin, was hit by a car riding her bike to swim practice last Thursday morning. She is currently in the ICU at Naval Hospital Okinawa, but will be transferred to Balboa in San Diego this Thursday. She is a triathlete, devoted mama, and marine wife. This has been a very tragic and unexpected event for her and the family. Please pray for her healing and for peace as they begin a new journey. The whole family will be moving to San Diego in  a matter of weeks. Todd her husband has received permanent change of station orders to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miramar&lt;/span&gt;. He and their children, Taryn 6, and Ian 3, will leave the first week of August or so. Please keep the family in your prayers. They are doing well considering the circumstances. Clinging to Jesus. Please pray that they continue to do so as they work through all of the details and emotions. And pray that the kids and I can be blessing to them as they prepare to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4022584628441709139?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4022584628441709139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4022584628441709139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4022584628441709139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4022584628441709139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Sm4fXeGycvI/AAAAAAAAAro/KUiiC62Fl-k/s72-c/IMG_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2952254157903855783</id><published>2009-07-14T00:00:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:09:55.829+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is not Dying</title><content type='html'>Jeff and I watched this &lt;a href="http://www.deathisnotdying.com/"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; this morning. I found the link on a blog I read regularly. This is incredibly powerful and I strongly encourage you to take the time to watch. It is well worth the 55 minutes. Definitely puts things in to perspective. I pray that I too will know God, know myself, know the gospel, and know my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We're down to less than 24 hours. Pray for our time to be well spent and our words to be kind and for God's peace to fill us from head to toe. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2952254157903855783?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2952254157903855783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2952254157903855783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2952254157903855783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2952254157903855783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/07/death-is-not-dying.html' title='Death is not Dying'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-9065501852697290491</id><published>2009-07-07T23:46:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:03:21.168+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Update</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to update our summer adventures. We arrived in Virginia on June 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and have had almost a month of fun. I think the kids are on permanent vacation mode. I am ready for some routine back in our days, but that will be a few more weeks in coming. We spent 10 days in Richmond with my family. We also took the kids on a mystery trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt; and went to Busch Gardens and The Great Wolf Lodge. We have been with Jeff's family since the 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. We celebrated the twins' first birthday with every member of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Singley&lt;/span&gt; clan. It was great to see Nana with all of her kids, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, and great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;. We arrived in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCNJ&lt;/span&gt; last Tuesday and have had a pretty lazy week at the shore. Lots of beach time and even more boardwalk time. Owen is on a quest to play every mini golf course on the island. We had a great end to our time at the beach at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phillies&lt;/span&gt; game last night. What an awesome game. Beautiful weather, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheesesteaks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yuengling&lt;/span&gt;, big foam fingers, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phanatic&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phillies&lt;/span&gt; win 22 to 1. God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head back to Virginia in a couple of hours. We'll be back in Richmond by the end of the week for a certain little girl's 3rd Birthday. Can you even believe that beautiful girl is going to be 3? I can't. Jeff heads out a week from today. Right now I'm just telling myself he's going to California for work. Because he is for at least a month. I'll deal with the rest of it later. Please continue to pray for us. I have a feeling next Tuesday is going to be pretty tough on two little kids who love their dad. Gotta get packed up, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-9065501852697290491?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9065501852697290491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=9065501852697290491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9065501852697290491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9065501852697290491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-update.html' title='Summer Update'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2585792317150256045</id><published>2009-06-01T06:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:49:39.137+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big D</title><content type='html'>I've been avoiding this post. I'm not sure if it is because writing it down makes it more real or if it reminds me of all that I have to get done in 12 days. About 2 weeks ago we got the news that Jeff is Deploying for 9 months in July. I'd be lying if I said there weren't signs along the way that God was preparing me for this. Many things that have occurred in the last several months I now understand. Things I have read recently that have struck a chord in me, I now know why grabbed my attention. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. It's been 5 years. I'm rusty. But my adrenaline is kicking in and there is no time for tears. Not yet anyway. We need to get things in order. Cars need maintenance. Bills need paid. Passwords exchanged. Packing, oh lots of packing. Every family outing feels pressured to make an incredible memory.  Time together seems much more precious and somehow much shorter. Everyday I am aware that "the day" is coming. Every day we are one step closer to that goodbye. To tackling every chore, tantrum, meal, tub, birthday party, holiday, homework assignment, and milestone by ourselves as a family of 3. And everyday while all that is in my head I am attempting to pretend it is not there. Attempting to focus on now. Attempting to be positive and strong for the kids, for Jeff. Attempting to remember where my strength comes from. Attempting to enjoy what we have. Because really deployment or no deployment we are never guaranteed another day. I should live each day fully. So I write this to ask for your prayers. Both for Jeff and for me and the kids. We absolutely believe that this is God's will for our family. Nothing happens to us that hasn't gone through Him first. We can trust Him with this. He has blessed us with an incredible church family and friends here in Okinawa. Owen's school is also a tremendous blessing. I was so touched that my sweet boy's first thought was to ask his teachers and class to pray for his dad. I can only imagine how sweet and sad it sounded as he told his class "my dad is going away for 277 days". I think he told me his friend Jack said "oh man, that is a lot of days". You gotta love 6 year olds. So, it is a lot of days. But we will take them one at a time. Some will be hard. Some will be fun. But we'll make it with the prayers and support of friends and family like you. Thank you for loving us! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. we are VERY excited to see many of you in 2 weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2585792317150256045?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2585792317150256045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2585792317150256045' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2585792317150256045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2585792317150256045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-d.html' title='The Big D'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2058146190247224648</id><published>2009-05-31T15:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:20:16.381+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation and a LEGO Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuRkfq4wI/AAAAAAAAArc/-W8H8LDzhoo/s1600-h/IMG_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuRkfq4wI/AAAAAAAAArc/-W8H8LDzhoo/s400/IMG_0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882987403993858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuRZ_RchI/AAAAAAAAArU/wXJuRToYh_k/s1600-h/IMG_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuRZ_RchI/AAAAAAAAArU/wXJuRToYh_k/s400/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882984583754258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuQx0FHbI/AAAAAAAAArM/U6quakNM-eA/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuQx0FHbI/AAAAAAAAArM/U6quakNM-eA/s400/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882973799390642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuQhSpeUI/AAAAAAAAArE/nv6OuX6aSlg/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuQhSpeUI/AAAAAAAAArE/nv6OuX6aSlg/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882969364199746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuQZvv3fI/AAAAAAAAAq8/e3PbYfbKFe0/s1600-h/IMG_0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuQZvv3fI/AAAAAAAAAq8/e3PbYfbKFe0/s400/IMG_0712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341882967338769906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has had a FULL weekend. On Friday we attended his kindergarten graduation. So cute! He was so handsome in his shirt and tie and belt. The kid never wears belts and you would've thought he was going to die by having to wear one for 2 hours. His class did a great job with their program. The other kindergarten classes performed things that they had learned throughout the year too. Then they received their diplomas. You would think this meant "school's out for summer" but sadly no. He still has 9 days. I wish he was done but actually we really need those 9 days to get things done. (I need another post to explain)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday we had Owen's birthday party. It was a LEGO party and I think it was a success. I tried to be low key this year but somehow I always do too much and worry too much and enjoy too little. I think Jeff may enroll me in a 12 step program for birthday party planning. Either that or make me the head of the party planning committee. My friend Toni helped me with the cake. It was adorable. The kids seemed to love it too. My friend Jen stepped in and helped with the water balloons as Jeff was called to an emergency at the hospital. And the other parents helped too when it was time for present opening. They were all so excited to give their gift to Owen. Can you believe that child got 7 new LEGO sets and not ONE repeat?! Praise God because I was a little worried if he would respond with "I already have this" or would kindly say thank you and move on. He did great and I think everyone enjoyed the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2058146190247224648?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2058146190247224648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2058146190247224648' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2058146190247224648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2058146190247224648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-and-lego-party.html' title='Graduation and a LEGO Party'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SiIuRkfq4wI/AAAAAAAAArc/-W8H8LDzhoo/s72-c/IMG_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-875910478520618147</id><published>2009-05-26T16:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:52:17.954+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shufej9L3iI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nmL2mmg0OQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shufej9L3iI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nmL2mmg0OQ8/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340037130574618146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShufeHWgivI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CLhRuHabeL0/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShufeHWgivI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CLhRuHabeL0/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340037122896202482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-875910478520618147?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/875910478520618147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=875910478520618147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/875910478520618147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/875910478520618147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shufej9L3iI/AAAAAAAAAq0/nmL2mmg0OQ8/s72-c/IMG_0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1861349699415243493</id><published>2009-05-26T16:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:45:21.225+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShudzOQ1crI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Jmdxtgj82aU/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShudzOQ1crI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Jmdxtgj82aU/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340035286505452210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen, Masa, baby Lisa, Jeff, Meg and Alison in front of the O club&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;br /&gt;Naval Hospital Okinawa has a Japanese intern program that lasts for a year. The interns begin in April and finish the following March. There are six interns who spend their days working hard to sharpen their English and western medicine skills in the hopes that it will help them enter a stateside residency program. This year Jeff is a sponsor to one of the interns and we are really enjoying getting to know him and his family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa and Meg have an 8 month old daughter Lisa. They are such a sweet and hospitable family. They moved here from mainland Japan so Masa could participate in the program. Meg and I have had the opportunity to go out to lunch a few times and to go to the dragon boat races. It was such a blessing to have her along to be my navigator. She could actually read the signs that told us where to go. She and Masa also had our family over for a typical Japanese meal one weekend. The food was delicious! Both Alison and I ate our first sushi ever. Of course Alison ate it because it was pink (salmon and tuna) and she could dip it in soy sauce. She loves soy sauce! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our latest outing was to our church, Calvary Chapel Okinawa, and to the O club for brunch. We wanted to give them a typical American meal. They seemed to enjoy their time at both places. Our church is neat in that it translates the service and some of the songs into Japanese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're looking forward to getting to know them better and learning as much as we can of Japanese culture and language while they are here. &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/2846319564859679713-1861349699415243493?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1861349699415243493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1861349699415243493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1861349699415243493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1861349699415243493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShudzOQ1crI/AAAAAAAAAqk/Jmdxtgj82aU/s72-c/IMG_0582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5374847929642674751</id><published>2009-05-23T07:59:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:28:38.835+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Birthday Boy In The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShfddFeW2NI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YwLuM0CiIJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShfddFeW2NI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YwLuM0CiIJ8/s400/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338979375026460882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shfdc0_fdsI/AAAAAAAAAqU/f712aErFlrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shfdc0_fdsI/AAAAAAAAAqU/f712aErFlrQ/s400/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338979370602034882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shfdcgaf2LI/AAAAAAAAAqM/NUCsylnULMk/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Shfdcgaf2LI/AAAAAAAAAqM/NUCsylnULMk/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338979365078161586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen turned six on Thursday. His kindergarten graduation is next Friday. He repeatedly tells us that all his old favorite pixar movies are "baby shows" and he watches "big kid" shows. He loves to laugh, run, climb, and work out his hands on the Wii. His favorite toys are LEGOS, video games, (bonus if the video game is a LEGO game), balls, and guns. He adores his Dad and loves his sister, most of the time. He likes to make people laugh which may mean we have years of him being the class clown ahead of us. He is very tender hearted, I think he gets this from me. Most of his personality is like his dad's, but the emotional side is more me. He still lets me kiss him goodbye at school and tells me he loves me too when I leave. He loves Jesus as much as a 6 year old can and I find myself wanting his childlike faith. He can almost beat his dad when it comes to memorizing scripture. He can definitely beat me at it. He's riding a two wheeled bike. Riding said bike may mean ER visits our in our future. He reads like a champ and is doing very well in school. He is the sweetest, silliest, six year old I know. It's going to be a great year! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5374847929642674751?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5374847929642674751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5374847929642674751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5374847929642674751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5374847929642674751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-birthday-boy-in-house.html' title='There&apos;s a Birthday Boy In The House'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShfddFeW2NI/AAAAAAAAAqc/YwLuM0CiIJ8/s72-c/IMG_0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2200515136314596348</id><published>2009-05-22T18:54:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:01:39.385+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had A Lunch Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3ful-eKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MQFqrbnahPI/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3ful-eKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MQFqrbnahPI/s400/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338585795261266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3fa_b_II/AAAAAAAAAp8/049GS3nojfA/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3fa_b_II/AAAAAAAAAp8/049GS3nojfA/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338585789999348866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3e2BbPaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/i3_1Rd7z1yc/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3e2BbPaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/i3_1Rd7z1yc/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338585780075576738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3eikkEOI/AAAAAAAAAps/73KZmdv3e3g/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3eikkEOI/AAAAAAAAAps/73KZmdv3e3g/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338585774854246626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if anyone reading this is from my bootcamp, I swear I did not have fast food. At least not my own. I may have tasted a few french fries, but does that really count when they were not really mine? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been told that I need to update the blog. That it has been a month and that it is annoying to keep checking it and not to see something new. So be ready. There will be lots of updates soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2200515136314596348?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2200515136314596348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2200515136314596348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2200515136314596348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2200515136314596348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-lunch-date.html' title='I Had A Lunch Date'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ShZ3ful-eKI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MQFqrbnahPI/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5964064498382050291</id><published>2009-04-22T19:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:52:33.720+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Se70rM8AizI/AAAAAAAAApc/E2QFbQ5zBfk/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Se70rM8AizI/AAAAAAAAApc/E2QFbQ5zBfk/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464432270347058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Se70q0uEeNI/AAAAAAAAApU/huV3PBw6ZX4/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Se70q0uEeNI/AAAAAAAAApU/huV3PBw6ZX4/s400/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327464425769433298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is one of my biggest blessings, but sometimes I think she is going to be the end of me. She is a much more challenging 2 year old than her brother was. God is growing us both up. I just wanted to post some of her sweet sayings before I forget them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I will get my mok from the chicken. " (milk and kitchen) I love that she calls the kitchen the chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I need to do my ecercises."   Then gets down and does push ups. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I go serious big one."    This is not so cute, she learned it from her dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mommy lay down with me for a yittle bit. It's not too hard. "     Mommy laid down with her because I couldn't resist her plea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want the pink one. "    I love her love for pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, my friends. I'm here now. "  Definitely no self esteem issues here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I"m big and drong".  (strong)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5964064498382050291?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5964064498382050291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5964064498382050291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5964064498382050291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5964064498382050291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-little-girl.html' title='This Little Girl...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/Se70rM8AizI/AAAAAAAAApc/E2QFbQ5zBfk/s72-c/IMG_0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2710152808227964149</id><published>2009-04-22T18:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:13:48.972+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so China!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we've been back for a week and a half and I haven't told you about China yet. No good excuse just lazy and busy. A bad combination for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we started our 8 day adventure to China on April 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; with a flight from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naha&lt;/span&gt; to Shanghai. Amazingly when you live on this side of the world it is only a 2 hour flight to China. That still blows me away. We then went though immigration/customs with our group and had a layover for our flight to Beijing. The Shanghai airport was HUGE! That is about all I remember about it. Well that and that when we went to the airport store Alison picked her snack based simply on the fact that it was pink. Just so you know her rule of thumb is if it is pink it must be good. I can't argue with that logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Shanghai we flew to Beijing which was also about 2 hours. The Beijing airport was HUGE and very new. On the bus to the hotel we learned that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beijing's&lt;/span&gt; Terminal 3 was only a year old and was built for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olympics&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder it was so big and new. We made it to the hotel around 10pm and were ready to hit the bed, I mean cement slab. The hotel was very nice but the beds left MUCH to be desired. We called them rocks, but another couple on our trip referred to them as slabs and I have to agree they were much like a slab of concrete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijing was very cool. Much prettier than I expected. Also much dirtier than I expected. Not dirty like trash everywhere, but dirty as in dusty.  My kids were filthy by the end of each day from exploring every thing there was to climb. Our first day included &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tienanmen&lt;/span&gt; Square, The Forbidden City, a silk factory, lunch, The Temple of Heaven, and a park which I want to say was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jingshan&lt;/span&gt; park but I could be making that up, and dinner. It was a long day. We were able to see the road where the tanks rolled in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tienanmen&lt;/span&gt; Square and enjoy the beauty of the many rooms and buildings of the Forbidden City. On day 2 in Beijing we traveled to the Great Wall. This was definitely one of my top 2 favorite places. It was amazing to be there in person. I still don't really feel like I've been there. We all climbed quite a way up but we stopped before the top for the sake of our 2 year old. Alison and Owen did great climbing. We have lots of pictures and a keepsake card that says we climbed The Great Wall. Very Cool life experience. This day also included a trip to the Ming Tombs, lunch and dinner. On day 3 we went to the Summer Palace. This was definitely one of my favorites too. Incredibly beautiful. I just didn't expect such beauty, I'm not sure why. I could have spent several days exploring this place but we only had a couple of hours. We also went to a market this day. Since neither Jeff nor I are good at haggling we looked around said a lot of "bu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yao&lt;/span&gt;" and decided to hit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Coldstone&lt;/span&gt; Creamery we saw across the street. YUM! We had free time this day too so we used ours to swim and go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt; Mart. Do we scream American tourist or what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we woke way too early to fly from Beijing to Xi'an. Xi'an is famous for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Terracotta&lt;/span&gt; Warriors. Once arriving we had lunch and headed to the Xi'an city wall. After there we headed to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. It was pretty but definitely a little creepy for me. The huge gold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; was weird to look at. Owen made his mama proud that day. He wanted to know why they were burning "pencils" which were really incense. We told him that was how they worshipped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; and he asked "why". We said we weren't sure. He then looked up at the huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Buddha&lt;/span&gt; and said "God is bigger than him, God could step on him". Amen Owen, Amen. I was so thankful that he wasn't even tempted to think that a shiny statue was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to a dinner show that night. The food was pretty good, except for the beef and the show was fun. The next day we headed to the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wonder of the world, the Terra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cotta&lt;/span&gt; Warriors. These were really cool. What rich history they represent, but also much violence and Godlessness. It was amazing to see these in person. From there we went to The hot springs and then the Ban Po museum. The next day we flew from Xi'an to Shanghai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shanghai was amazing! What a neat city! Incredible skyscrapers mixed with old architecture. Great shopping. Definitely a cool place to visit. We visited the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bund&lt;/span&gt;, down on the water and then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yu&lt;/span&gt; Garden Market which was definitely a fun place to shop. If only I'd had more time I'm sure we'd have come home with less money. We finished the night with an acrobat show which the kids loved. On Sunday we woke up early again for our flight back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Naha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an incredible trip. One I never would have dreamed of taking. We experienced such rich history, yet found ourselves very thankful to God for our freedoms in The United States. We are truly blessed to have been able to visit China and also to be from such a great nation. This trip will always be one of my favorite life memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2710152808227964149?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2710152808227964149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2710152808227964149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2710152808227964149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2710152808227964149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-so-china.html' title='Ok, so China!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-9008780843756667427</id><published>2009-04-14T16:22:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:28:16.697+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Summer Olympics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here We Come! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singley's&lt;/span&gt; for s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ynchronized&lt;/span&gt; swimming Gold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeQ6MYC2nvI/AAAAAAAAApI/d2yv1Qrhhfk/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeQ6MYC2nvI/AAAAAAAAApI/d2yv1Qrhhfk/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324444643746029298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeQ6MKjH6rI/AAAAAAAAApA/QrWfjBr3QB0/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeQ6MKjH6rI/AAAAAAAAApA/QrWfjBr3QB0/s400/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324444640123284146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We promised the kids we'd go swimming at the hotel in Beijing. We didn't know they required swim caps. Alison of course picked the only pink one so that left me with the grandma floral. If we aren't bathing beauties I don't know who is. Just thought you'd enjoy a laugh. Eventually I'll get through the pictures and write about what we experienced. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-9008780843756667427?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9008780843756667427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=9008780843756667427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9008780843756667427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9008780843756667427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/2012-summer-olympics.html' title='2012 Summer Olympics...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeQ6MYC2nvI/AAAAAAAAApI/d2yv1Qrhhfk/s72-c/IMG_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3469624888080231857</id><published>2009-04-13T21:20:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:42:34.022+09:00</updated><title type='text'>China Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9SHdUYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lCy37glhuuw/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9SHdUYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lCy37glhuuw/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324153013875331458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty girl Alison in the Forbidden City&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9YnlQ_I/AAAAAAAAAow/zV-oIj8G_u8/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9YnlQ_I/AAAAAAAAAow/zV-oIj8G_u8/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324153015620682738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flat Stanley (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lukie&lt;/span&gt;) in the Forbidden City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9LyJEVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gcDDqaYKLmY/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9LyJEVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/gcDDqaYKLmY/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324153012175311186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with some Chinese people. If only we could have charged money for pictures of our kids we would have had LOTS of shopping money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw80xBa_I/AAAAAAAAAog/ATlNwH54gXM/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw80xBa_I/AAAAAAAAAog/ATlNwH54gXM/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324153005996600306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw8agAzmI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0j9U5FEUtJI/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw8agAzmI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0j9U5FEUtJI/s400/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324152998945934946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison keeping up foreign relations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvhtr-51I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_D0yHSPsNK4/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvhtr-51I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/_D0yHSPsNK4/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324151440728319826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, yeah my kids are holding Chinese flags. A street vendor handed them to them before we could say no thank you. We got some good laughs out of all the propaganda that could be made from these photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvhKU-sQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/tMXanf2U3jo/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvhKU-sQI/AAAAAAAAAoI/tMXanf2U3jo/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324151431236595970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A moat at the Forbidden City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvgy1Pp-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/RtQCk6rAMEc/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvgy1Pp-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/RtQCk6rAMEc/s400/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324151424929474530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tianan&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;men &lt;/span&gt; Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvgnYj3II/AAAAAAAAAn4/r7v5wWcCh1U/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvgnYj3II/AAAAAAAAAn4/r7v5wWcCh1U/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324151421856373890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvgUsRTwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1woP704f9nw/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMvgUsRTwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1woP704f9nw/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324151416838770434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flat Stanley in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiananmen&lt;/span&gt; Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really too tired to write anything right now but I at least wanted to get a few photos up of our trip. We had a good time. It was definitely a tiring trip but a neat experience too. Enjoy the photos. Trust me there are much more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3469624888080231857?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3469624888080231857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3469624888080231857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3469624888080231857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3469624888080231857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/china-photos.html' title='China Photos'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SeMw9SHdUYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lCy37glhuuw/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4757452172453518727</id><published>2009-04-12T18:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:00:59.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love to shop. And I LOVE a bargain. This past week I was able to go to some Chinese markets and even a Wal Mart in Beijing. It was so fun to know I was paying so little for the things I wanted. But the week before our trip I was watching tv and saw a commercial that got me thinking. We don't really get commercials in Okinawa except for on ABCFamily or Lifetime. The commercial was for Wal Mart and it was showing all kinds of Easter treats, bunnies, candy, pastel eggs, etc. It seemed harmless enough until the end. It said "Easter costs less at Walmart". That got me thinking. How can Easter cost less? It can't. Easter came at a very high price, the death of Jesus, God's own son, on a cross to save us from our sins. It can never cost less. Without Jesus' death and resurrection we have no hope. I'm so thankful for this Easter when I am reminded how very much God loves me. So much that he sent His only son to die a horrible death so I would not be separated from Him. What crazy amazing love. I can do nothing to deserve this love I can only accept it. So Happy Easter! He is Risen!&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;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YV2zMZ-nZ7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YV2zMZ-nZ7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4757452172453518727?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4757452172453518727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4757452172453518727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4757452172453518727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4757452172453518727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2011983346954588252</id><published>2009-03-22T16:49:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:14:21.354+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Soccer Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx7hTKxTI/AAAAAAAAAno/NGuIOuuUQag/s1600-h/IMG_2219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx7hTKxTI/AAAAAAAAAno/NGuIOuuUQag/s400/IMG_2219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920940034082098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx7fnj10I/AAAAAAAAAng/Ktmuu2WcYds/s1600-h/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx7fnj10I/AAAAAAAAAng/Ktmuu2WcYds/s400/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920939582740290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx6yjHfbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OK0dj4HE1iQ/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx6yjHfbI/AAAAAAAAAnY/OK0dj4HE1iQ/s400/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920927484509618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx6-KYKEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XUQ7N2Z4PCA/s1600-h/IMG_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx6-KYKEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/XUQ7N2Z4PCA/s400/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920930601969730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx6p3Q5LI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6rEDlVN-yyM/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx6p3Q5LI/AAAAAAAAAnI/6rEDlVN-yyM/s400/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920925153092786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen had his first soccer game yesterday. He did really well. He made a great pass and took out a kid on the other team who was trying to score. We were proud of him. Apparently we didn't get the memo about how loud and excited we were supposed to be at the game. We sat in the bleachers with the other parents on our team and they didn't stop yelling the entire game. Now in fairness we're not really "yelling" people at sporting events.  We're also not really soccer people so it is hard to yell when you're not completely sure of the rules. I was kind of surprised by how "into" the game everyone was. I mean they are only 5 and 6 year olds. Well, at the end of the game both Jeff and I were completely stunned. All of the parents walked down from the bleachers and onto the field. I just figured they were going to get their kids. Boy was I wrong. Next thing I know every parent has lined up putting their hands together, forming a "spirit tunnel" for each team to run through. Jeff and I were still sitting on the bench. I guess that memo got lost too. I'm sure it is a morale boost for the kids, but it seemed silly to me. All I could think of was how ridiculous my brother would have found the whole thing. Hey Dev, maybe you and the other parents could form a tunnel for Luke's team to skate through! All in all it was a good day. Owen had a good time and that is why we signed up for soccer. I'm just not sure I'm cut out to be a soccer mom. Especially if I'm secretly chuckling about all the fuss and excitement. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2011983346954588252?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2011983346954588252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2011983346954588252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2011983346954588252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2011983346954588252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-soccer-mom.html' title='I&apos;m A Soccer Mom'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXx7hTKxTI/AAAAAAAAAno/NGuIOuuUQag/s72-c/IMG_2219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-9117105242727351016</id><published>2009-03-22T16:40:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:16:11.216+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Scissorhands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jeff decided to cut some hair. Not just any hair, but Owen's hair. It started off ok, but in the end there wasn't much left. Neither O nor I were thrilled with the result. Jeff seemed to be proud. It didn't help that he kept getting compliments on Owen's hair cut at church. I'm not sure he'll be allowed to cut again. He's been watching instructional videos on youtube. At least he didn't try to cut Alison's hair. &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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrnHJxdVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-t7N30zXUCg/s1600-h/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrnHJxdVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-t7N30zXUCg/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315913992348202322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen after about 2 weeks of regrowth&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrmzcc1RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/H37GeBI_BuI/s1600-h/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrmzcc1RI/AAAAAAAAAm4/H37GeBI_BuI/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315913987057833234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is that fear or excitement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrmnVC-mI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Os7rx1k5A5w/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrmnVC-mI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Os7rx1k5A5w/s400/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315913983805553250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely fear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-9117105242727351016?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9117105242727351016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=9117105242727351016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9117105242727351016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9117105242727351016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/03/edward-scissorhands.html' title='Edward Scissorhands'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/ScXrnHJxdVI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-t7N30zXUCg/s72-c/IMG_2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-7917902325211494633</id><published>2009-03-04T13:25:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:32:00.874+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Alison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post is for my mom to see how Alison talks and interacts on a regular basis. I'm trying to remember to video her from time to time so we can remember all the fun things she says and does. She was so funny with these magnetic words last night. I wish I would have videoed more. She has a hard time getting up because she hurt her leg last week. In her words "Daddy jumped and I got hurt". Jeff got on the neighbor's trampoline with the kids last week and some how Alison hurt her leg. She wouldn't walk on it for days. She's much better and had negative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt;, but that is why it takes her awhile to get up off the floor. Jeff felt really bad after she got hurt and was really glad there wasn't a broken bone. :) I think we're done with trampolines! &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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b0e3f57aa486685e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0e3f57aa486685e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A5388ED3DB15734FB59A72F46A1A6D102B80E22.33EC62C792F4AF16BAD28DF9431780B7E5813A1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0e3f57aa486685e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfhlvfGdj7yZNQYEAp7ypaNCuvnU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db0e3f57aa486685e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A5388ED3DB15734FB59A72F46A1A6D102B80E22.33EC62C792F4AF16BAD28DF9431780B7E5813A1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db0e3f57aa486685e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfhlvfGdj7yZNQYEAp7ypaNCuvnU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-7917902325211494633?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b0e3f57aa486685e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7917902325211494633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=7917902325211494633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7917902325211494633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7917902325211494633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/03/everyday-alison.html' title='Everyday Alison'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-9100698687385761320</id><published>2009-02-24T12:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:40:39.199+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circus and China</title><content type='html'>We went to the circus! Pop Circus has been on island for the last two months and we were finally able to take advantage of one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MCCS's&lt;/span&gt; tours to the show. We went Saturday morning and it was a lot of fun. It was held in a big circus tent, go figure. I guess I was a little surprised by that because the last time I went to the circus it was in the Richmond Coliseum. They had the same snacks we would get in the states too. Owen chose a big bag of cotton candy and Alison chose popcorn. I find that funny because Alison has definitely inherited my sweet tooth. Owen is the one who even last night chose an apple for dessert. (where did he come from?) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show got started with some bicycle acts which were really impressive, then had a dog show. Alison, who loves dogs from a distance, kept yelling "go doggies, go doggies". Then there were more gymnasts, some trampoline acts, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trapeze&lt;/span&gt; acrobats, and some that did a routine with long material, kind of like in cirque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soleil&lt;/span&gt;. We had a great time. Although, I have to say that after our tour guide told us the tent was "highly flammable" and smoking was not permitted, all I could think about was how we would escape in the event the thing went up in flames. I had a very elaborate plan devised which involved Jeff jumping the stair rail and me throwing the kids to him and then somehow getting out myself. One of my friends pointed out that Jeff would probably have wanted me to get out with the kids first. She's probably right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news we have planned a spring break trip to China. Yes, I said China. I still can't believe we're going to China. I have never really had an interest in going there, but since we are here we are going to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;. It is going to be a busy trip but one I'm sure will be a great experience. God has been opening my eyes to so many cultures and showing me just how BIG He is. I'm looking forward to the trip. The kids are excited too. I don't think they have any idea what it means to be going to China. What an experience it will be for them. They are becoming quite the world travelers. I'm not sure I'd even been out of Indiana by the time I was four let alone to other countries. That's not exactly true I'm sure I had been to Michigan too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much else is new here. I hope you all are doing well too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-9100698687385761320?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9100698687385761320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=9100698687385761320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9100698687385761320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9100698687385761320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/circus-and-china.html' title='The Circus and China'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4296056992198997986</id><published>2009-02-14T08:25:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:47:35.440+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines Day! I'm so thankful for my three sweet valentines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3207030&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3207030&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3207030"&gt;My Sweet Valentines&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1298911"&gt;Kristen Singley&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. You don't even want to know how long it took me to get this video up. I don't have mad computer skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4296056992198997986?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4296056992198997986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4296056992198997986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4296056992198997986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4296056992198997986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-sweet-valentines.html' title='My Sweet Valentines'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1571917708714973426</id><published>2009-02-04T20:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:59:27.387+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe It's Maybelline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvwx1sfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LvbOHRoqmYQ/s1600-h/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvwx1sfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LvbOHRoqmYQ/s400/IMG_2187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298910193637503474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvqyBZsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2AU8yIpmwzM/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvqyBZsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/2AU8yIpmwzM/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298910192027657922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvbyLTBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/AaBo9NUIKEw/s1600-h/IMG_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvbyLTBI/AAAAAAAAAmA/AaBo9NUIKEw/s400/IMG_2186.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298910188001774610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvUI48XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_dt4UKL69_8/s1600-h/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvUI48XI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_dt4UKL69_8/s400/IMG_2185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298910185949557106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Maybe it's not...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what happens when you aren't paying attention to your daughter because you are on the computer and she's quiet and you are glad for a few moments of peace. Note to self, silence+Alison=Trouble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1571917708714973426?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1571917708714973426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1571917708714973426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1571917708714973426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1571917708714973426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/maybe-its-maybelline.html' title='Maybe It&apos;s Maybelline'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYmCvwx1sfI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/LvbOHRoqmYQ/s72-c/IMG_2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-9130531080606595759</id><published>2009-02-02T09:32:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:54:05.315+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Be Blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDdMQfl6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/UEFTIlQHZYM/s1600-h/IMG_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDdMQfl6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/UEFTIlQHZYM/s400/IMG_2177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297996180433639330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guests before cutting the cake!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDc6RqcxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ksGm0lVgyzg/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDc6RqcxI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ksGm0lVgyzg/s400/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297996175606706962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and daughter. Toni made this incredible cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDc8TRkCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3FZhkcc60oo/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDc8TRkCI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3FZhkcc60oo/s400/IMG_2169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297996176150335522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the detail, even the outie belly button is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDcqsllAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/m-kzSicTjzw/s1600-h/IMG_2168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDcqsllAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/m-kzSicTjzw/s400/IMG_2168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297996171424666626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDclbWZGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/F9imKQxSXIU/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDclbWZGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/F9imKQxSXIU/s400/IMG_2167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297996170010190946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The diaper cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I was blessed to hold a baby shower in honor of my friend Toni's daughter, Calla. She will become a mom in a matter of weeks to a precious baby boy. It was a joy to celebrate this baby's life and to encourage Calla as she prepares to bring him into the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-9130531080606595759?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9130531080606595759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=9130531080606595759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9130531080606595759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9130531080606595759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-be-blessed.html' title='Baby Be Blessed!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SYZDdMQfl6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/UEFTIlQHZYM/s72-c/IMG_2177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-796097842454728105</id><published>2009-01-24T12:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:15:21.309+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Mr. President</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The events of the past week have consumed my thoughts and my prayers. I was appalled when I heard how President Bush was treated as he left the White House and The Capitol. I have talked to many friends and family who felt the same way. Today a friend of mine told me about this song. I came home and googled it and now I want to share it with those of you who were just as heartbroken as me, watching a man of character and integrity be treated with such disrespect. Goodbye Mr. President and thank you for your service!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. remember to turn of the music at the bottom before you hit play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8I06nAN12g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e8I06nAN12g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-796097842454728105?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/796097842454728105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=796097842454728105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/796097842454728105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/796097842454728105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-mr-president.html' title='Goodbye Mr. President'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8740092449063511876</id><published>2009-01-19T15:42:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:52:53.990+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nod to BigMama</title><content type='html'>Big Mama had a&lt;a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/index.php/2009/01/16/the-real-fashion-friday-edition-47-how-to-tie-one-on/"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt; about scarf tying in her Fashion Friday section last week. I was excited about getting some of my scarves out and giving them a try especially since it's been a little cold here lately. I won't tell you how cold because it will just prove that we have become wimps living in warm climates the past 8 years. Anyway, what I chose to wear to church did not go with the pink scarves I had gotten out so I left them on the bed. Alison came in to help me get ready and when she saw the pink fuzzy one she said "ooh I wear it mommy". I didn't think she'd actually wear it to church all day, but she did. My little fashion girl. If she's like this at 2 I think I'm in trouble at 16. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way if you don't read Big Mama on a regular basis you are missing out. She's fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SXQi1UhLUmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/VnhZb4hE8JA/s400/IMG_2165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292893761503449698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8740092449063511876?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8740092449063511876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8740092449063511876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8740092449063511876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8740092449063511876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/nod-to-bigmama.html' title='A Nod to BigMama'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SXQi1UhLUmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/VnhZb4hE8JA/s72-c/IMG_2165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5258668660492490860</id><published>2009-01-15T17:55:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:08:10.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XdVMf-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/3ywY831f5wk/s1600-h/IMG_2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XdVMf-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/3ywY831f5wk/s400/IMG_2156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291441893124374498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids hanging out at Pizza in the sky&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XfNjCYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/bpMv_qbQ32Y/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XfNjCYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/bpMv_qbQ32Y/s400/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291441893629168002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XJZGcdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/4C2Gzk1XJQ4/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XJZGcdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/4C2Gzk1XJQ4/s400/IMG_2150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291441887772045778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76W4YugHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/tbgii9_UiAs/s1600-h/IMG_2149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76W4YugHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/tbgii9_UiAs/s400/IMG_2149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291441883207073906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grandpa with the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza in the sky is a great restaurant. We had been wanting to find it since we moved here and Grandma and Grandpa's visit was the perfect reason to go. AFter a long windy drive up hill we found it. The view was beautiful and the pizza was yummy. If you come visit I promise to take you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5258668660492490860?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5258668660492490860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5258668660492490860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5258668660492490860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5258668660492490860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/pizza-in-sky.html' title='Pizza In The Sky'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW76XdVMf-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/3ywY831f5wk/s72-c/IMG_2156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1846108335460317116</id><published>2009-01-15T17:47:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:54:26.039+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75Nj5jerI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xce3Oc8MvyM/s1600-h/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75Nj5jerI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xce3Oc8MvyM/s400/IMG_2148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440623577168562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison made a friend, she called him baby&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75NfgP6DI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nr7Dq9eIcr4/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75NfgP6DI/AAAAAAAAAj0/nr7Dq9eIcr4/s400/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440622397286450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Climbing the nets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75NCN37qI/AAAAAAAAAjs/cN-vCsDunBc/s1600-h/IMG_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75NCN37qI/AAAAAAAAAjs/cN-vCsDunBc/s400/IMG_2145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440614535589538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75NK2WofI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PDjJrXTAVxw/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;Owen on the nets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75NK2WofI/AAAAAAAAAjk/PDjJrXTAVxw/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291440616852857330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen with the fishes. I'm glad he doesn't sleep with the fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74a4Wr8JI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5GIlBMSgqoc/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74a4Wr8JI/AAAAAAAAAjc/5GIlBMSgqoc/s400/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291439752894738578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the aquarium&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74a69QomI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9r8Z4a9PeNk/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74a69QomI/AAAAAAAAAjU/9r8Z4a9PeNk/s400/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291439753593397858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of the whale shark. Check the princess's attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74aSU9FlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/yDbI3AuO2pk/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74aSU9FlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/yDbI3AuO2pk/s400/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291439742686926418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look out behind you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74abwYSzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/lA9cADfBAKo/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74aexDbeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JQy2GSUravA/s1600-h/IMG_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW74aexDbeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/JQy2GSUravA/s400/IMG_2136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291439746026008034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my girl&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/2846319564859679713-1846108335460317116?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1846108335460317116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1846108335460317116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1846108335460317116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1846108335460317116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/okinawa-churaumi-aquarium.html' title='Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SW75Nj5jerI/AAAAAAAAAj8/xce3Oc8MvyM/s72-c/IMG_2148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-385161072874609446</id><published>2009-01-09T13:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:17:00.139+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXm8vzkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VKUMvRNGh68/s1600-h/IMG_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXm8vzkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VKUMvRNGh68/s400/IMG_2128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142816892505666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We grilled hamburgers and hotdogs for the birthday dinner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXWZXz0I/AAAAAAAAAis/ys8GxNzAKCM/s1600-h/IMG_2129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXWZXz0I/AAAAAAAAAis/ys8GxNzAKCM/s400/IMG_2129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142812449165122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grandpa in our beach cottage at Oura Wan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXRKsoVI/AAAAAAAAAik/Q7MqnHQ3SWs/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXRKsoVI/AAAAAAAAAik/Q7MqnHQ3SWs/s400/IMG_2130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142811045437778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kitty cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXA1KkjI/AAAAAAAAAic/ERL7f_Ltu1s/s1600-h/IMG_2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXA1KkjI/AAAAAAAAAic/ERL7f_Ltu1s/s400/IMG_2132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142806660158002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready to blow out candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXFqGPnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/P9BfiOBRv7E/s1600-h/IMG_2133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXFqGPnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/P9BfiOBRv7E/s400/IMG_2133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289142807955914354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Magic Candles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-385161072874609446?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/385161072874609446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=385161072874609446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/385161072874609446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/385161072874609446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandmas-birthday.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbPXm8vzkI/AAAAAAAAAi0/VKUMvRNGh68/s72-c/IMG_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6715875489008926954</id><published>2009-01-09T13:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:13:07.767+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Okinawa World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOjAfrHTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KaKbbD8budI/s1600-h/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOjAfrHTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KaKbbD8budI/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289141913216818482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff in the cave&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOi9AJdYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/EDNudbiJphk/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOi9AJdYI/AAAAAAAAAiE/EDNudbiJphk/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289141912279283074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOio6A7lI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4sLIf2RN90Q/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOio6A7lI/AAAAAAAAAh8/4sLIf2RN90Q/s400/IMG_2121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289141906884849234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOirnI36I/AAAAAAAAAh0/3429Dy9Ptlc/s1600-h/IMG_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOirnI36I/AAAAAAAAAh0/3429Dy9Ptlc/s400/IMG_2120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289141907610984354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen the shisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOiYtIpkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aZzpbnLv66k/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOiYtIpkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/aZzpbnLv66k/s400/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289141902535861826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Grandma and Grandpa to Okinawa World on New Year's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6715875489008926954?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6715875489008926954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6715875489008926954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6715875489008926954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6715875489008926954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/okinawa-world.html' title='Okinawa World'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SWbOjAfrHTI/AAAAAAAAAiM/KaKbbD8budI/s72-c/IMG_2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2358972566377968187</id><published>2009-01-09T12:55:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:09:08.091+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><content type='html'>This military life is sure bittersweet. I love it for all the places we have seen, the people we have met, and the experiences we've had. How rich our lives are because of this crazy Navy life. But I hate it for all the red tape, the silly rules, and for all the times we have to say goodbye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; it is saying goodbye to family or to friends we've made at each duty station it is bittersweet to say goodbye. It hurts, sometimes deeply. But if we hadn't moved we would've missed out on knowing people in the first place and we'd have no where for people to come visit us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning the kids and I drove Grandma and Grandpa to the airport. I was worried about my O. Last night he cried about them leaving for about 30 minutes. That sweet heart of his is truly going to break mine one day. Nothing in my life is harder than watching my sweet boy hurt. I asked some friends to pray for him and I can tell they were because he did great this morning. A little teary, but he did it. I was so proud of him. I want to acknowledge that it is sad to say goodbye, but I also want to remind him to be grateful that we had 2 weeks to spend with them and that we will see them again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't be sad because it's over, be glad that it happened." And that is what we are going to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2358972566377968187?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2358972566377968187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2358972566377968187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2358972566377968187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2358972566377968187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2009/01/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-16109709473536863</id><published>2008-12-29T08:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:15:17.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Props to G-Ma</title><content type='html'>I must give a shout out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JoAnne&lt;/span&gt; today. Last night Jeff, the kids, and I drove down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naha's&lt;/span&gt; airport to pick up Grandma and Grandpa. Their flight was about an hour late but they made it. And not only did they make it but they looked good! If you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;JoAnne&lt;/span&gt; you know she dislikes flying a little bit. But she did it. That LONG trip from Dulles to Okinawa and she did it. We didn't get them to their room until midnight so we're not sure when we'll hear from them today. I wanted to take a picture of them arriving but I forgot my camera. I'm sure we'll have many pictures of their visit. And if we don't Phil will. :) I'll keep you updated on our adventures with our first and maybe only company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-16109709473536863?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/16109709473536863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=16109709473536863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/16109709473536863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/16109709473536863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/props-to-g-ma.html' title='Props to G-Ma'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4754324623992560876</id><published>2008-12-27T22:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:25:26.117+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVYsrun3seI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qXbsTBzyxc8/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVYsrun3seI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qXbsTBzyxc8/s400/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284460342527111650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVYsrsXK3CI/AAAAAAAAAhY/h3A399gy56o/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVYsrsXK3CI/AAAAAAAAAhY/h3A399gy56o/s400/IMG_2112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284460341920193570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4754324623992560876?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4754324623992560876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4754324623992560876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4754324623992560876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4754324623992560876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-beauty.html' title='My Little Beauty'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVYsrun3seI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qXbsTBzyxc8/s72-c/IMG_2113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6824201404577166374</id><published>2008-12-26T10:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:38:12.427+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1HW2dUaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/peF9PowbqC0/s1600-h/IMG_2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1HW2dUaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/peF9PowbqC0/s400/IMG_2107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906663321784738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going for a ride&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1G21Sg1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/qN_ojmlvovU/s1600-h/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1G21Sg1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/qN_ojmlvovU/s400/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906654726947666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a Star Wars Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1Gn24E8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/kCS-XxFfvog/s1600-h/IMG_2091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1Gn24E8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/kCS-XxFfvog/s400/IMG_2091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906650707071938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a Barbie Girl in a Barbie world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1GHxjNSI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PpEH1-8m_B8/s1600-h/IMG_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1GHxjNSI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PpEH1-8m_B8/s400/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906642094798114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1FxgU3PI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6fWeVd7i5uc/s1600-h/IMG_2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1FxgU3PI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6fWeVd7i5uc/s400/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906636116974834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making Christmas treats last week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6824201404577166374?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6824201404577166374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6824201404577166374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6824201404577166374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6824201404577166374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-2008.html' title='Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SVQ1HW2dUaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/peF9PowbqC0/s72-c/IMG_2107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2533643334684208850</id><published>2008-12-21T18:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:08:57.542+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Not Everyone Will Be Home For Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This song never moved me until I moved to the other side of the world where I can only dream of being home for Christmas. Mom, Dad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devry&lt;/span&gt;, Laura, Luke and Brady, I'm going to miss seeing you for Christmas. I'll miss all of mom's homemade rolls and desserts. I'll miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devry's&lt;/span&gt; jokes. I'll miss Luke's scheming and Brady's hugs. I'll miss seeing the boys play baseball with Uncle Jeff. And I'll miss how Jeff always gives mom and dad a hard time. I won't be there in person but I'll be there in spirit and hopefully on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skype&lt;/span&gt;. But while I'll be missing my home for Christmas I'm still at home here in Okinawa. We'll have Christmas Eve dinner together, go to church, and come home to wait for Santa. We'll be together. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Singley&lt;/span&gt; four. But there are some who won't be together with their families this Christmas and I want to remember them too. Please pray for our troops deployed around the world and their families back home. When your spouse is deployed it's like a part of you is missing and I imagine that feeling is even stronger when it's Christmas. So this Christmas, slow down, remember why we're celebrating. Jesus, the King of Kings, was born to save us. And while you are enjoying being together with family and friends remember to pray for those who are not. I wish you all a Merry Merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CHRISTmas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jg200MLmbXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jg200MLmbXY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2533643334684208850?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2533643334684208850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2533643334684208850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2533643334684208850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2533643334684208850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-not-everyone-will-be-home-for.html' title='Because Not Everyone Will Be Home For Christmas'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5334401006169940084</id><published>2008-12-21T18:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:26:06.870+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hand That Rocks The Cradle</title><content type='html'>A conversation from earlier today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: Alison put the baby Jesus back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: Alison please put the baby Jesus back I don't want him to get broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison: No mommy I rocking Him. Baby Jesus rocky, Baby Jesus I rocky you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5334401006169940084?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5334401006169940084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5334401006169940084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5334401006169940084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5334401006169940084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/hand-that-rocks-cradle.html' title='The Hand That Rocks The Cradle'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5721843885357198943</id><published>2008-12-11T21:12:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:26:26.280+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of The Manger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The elementary department of Owen's school put on their annual Christmas program tonight. It was called "The Mystery of The Manger." The kids did a great job and looked adorable all dressed up. Here are some pictures from the night. &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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuv3mQwI/AAAAAAAAAgk/w2KugiIKeMU/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuv3mQwI/AAAAAAAAAgk/w2KugiIKeMU/s400/IMG_2080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278505439425086210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the program. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuVKkEYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y_5PajTTpLU/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuVKkEYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Y_5PajTTpLU/s400/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278505432256876930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures before leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuPpR4iI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ENB4y5carho/s1600-h/IMG_2072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuPpR4iI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ENB4y5carho/s400/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278505430775095842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas!&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;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-68499a8bb13f92a4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68499a8bb13f92a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DD83988DCAD8234CC7F6DD1273492323C2A3EF7.6AEEFDCCCBDEF3748202768D7E3DB4124383722%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68499a8bb13f92a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVSw9Zod5WpeDZPeEFHrX9OFvUA8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D68499a8bb13f92a4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DD83988DCAD8234CC7F6DD1273492323C2A3EF7.6AEEFDCCCBDEF3748202768D7E3DB4124383722%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D68499a8bb13f92a4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVSw9Zod5WpeDZPeEFHrX9OFvUA8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This video is mostly for the grandparents so I apologize for it being sideways for awhile. Let's just say I don't have video skills. Owen is on the bottom or left side in a red sweater and black pants. We sat on the wrong side of the auditorium. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5721843885357198943?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68499a8bb13f92a4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5721843885357198943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5721843885357198943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5721843885357198943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5721843885357198943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/mystery-of-manger.html' title='The Mystery of The Manger'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SUEEuv3mQwI/AAAAAAAAAgk/w2KugiIKeMU/s72-c/IMG_2080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4209302677062501066</id><published>2008-12-03T19:38:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:47:55.401+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Statement, I'm Just Not Sure It's a Fashion Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STZi6hqfJVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/oz5RumSo1Go/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STZi6hqfJVI/AAAAAAAAAf8/oz5RumSo1Go/s400/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275512771119621458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison has been asking for purple boots for a long time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GramZ&lt;/span&gt; couldn't find purple boots but she did find pink princess boots. This morning Alison came downstairs and found them in the family room. She squealed with excitement and said "ooh you got me pink boots". They came in a box we opened after the kids went to bed so this morning was the first time she saw them. She immediately wanted them on. As in right this minute before I put on any clothes. Here she is modeling her new boots. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxFHt4XaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QG8d9hqHtRg/s400/IMG_2046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457977551707554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxE5ybRWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nGkOC_IhTZU/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxE5ybRWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nGkOC_IhTZU/s400/IMG_2053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457973812675938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxEp4UVJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Zg8KDtRLQ-0/s1600-h/IMG_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxEp4UVJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Zg8KDtRLQ-0/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457969542419602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxEYBbk8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1NhcZw9pN2g/s1600-h/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxEYBbk8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1NhcZw9pN2g/s400/IMG_2005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457964748805058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxEPra2KI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TSa85Z43Wcw/s1600-h/IMG_2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxEPra2KI/AAAAAAAAAfU/TSa85Z43Wcw/s400/IMG_2014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275457962508998818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2690918737887819700?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2690918737887819700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2690918737887819700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2690918737887819700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2690918737887819700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/disney-2008.html' title='Disney 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/STYxFHt4XaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QG8d9hqHtRg/s72-c/IMG_2046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8334777453787608404</id><published>2008-12-03T13:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:49:35.247+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place On Earth</title><content type='html'>We are home from a 5 day trip to Tokyo. We left Okinawa on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; Day and arrived in Tokyo around noon. We stayed at the New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sanno&lt;/span&gt;, a military hotel, in Tokyo. It was amazing. Great service, clean beautiful rooms, great food, and a swimming pool for the kids. The reason for our trip was to take the kids to Tokyo Disneyland. Let me just say even in Japan Disney does not disappoint. First of all God was so good to us because it was raining when we arrived but once we walked through the gates at opening it didn't rain another minute. The park was decorated for Christmas and Christmas carols were playing throughout the park. I really don't know who had more fun, the kids or Jeff and me. The highlight for Owen was Space Mountain and Star Tours. Alison liked the carousel and the teacups. I LOVED LOVED LOVED the electrical parade. When I was little I had the record to the electrical parade. I would listen to the music over and over but I never got to see the parade. When we lived in San Diego Jeff and I were able to see it at California Adventure, but Tokyo's was way better. I felt just like the little girl who listened to the record over and over again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second day we went to Disney Sea. It was a very cool park but the rides were geared more towards older kids and adults. Jeff and O went on Indiana Jones but Owen said it was a little scary. This park was more crowded than any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; park I've been to. Plus we only saw about 10 other Americans the whole day. That was kind of weird but also kind of normal. We have gotten used to being the minority. One thing that is very cool about having blond haired children is that the Japanese love to take their pictures. We felt like parents of movie stars. The kids had their picture taken several times at both parks and in the airport. I think Alison is getting used to the attention and somewhat expects people to fuss over her. Owen on the other hand acts shy and has a hard time even smiling for the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was great and a wonderful time of relaxation for our family. We are so grateful to have had the opportunity to go. We are also thankful to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hyser's&lt;/span&gt; for giving the kids spending money so they could pick some souvenirs from the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we're really in the Christmas spirit and plan to enjoy "the most wonderful time of the year". We hope you do to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8334777453787608404?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8334777453787608404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8334777453787608404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8334777453787608404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8334777453787608404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place On Earth'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5246481150756727580</id><published>2008-11-20T19:25:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:31:00.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Suggestion</title><content type='html'>If you haven't bought Casting Crowns new Christmas Album you should. It is really really good. It makes me happy to listen to it and sing REAL loud in the car. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a suggestion, but you'd be a fool not to buy it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5246481150756727580?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5246481150756727580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5246481150756727580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5246481150756727580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5246481150756727580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-suggestion.html' title='Just A Suggestion'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1366086414918755978</id><published>2008-11-17T16:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:35:25.623+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Don't Want To Forget</title><content type='html'>1. The hugs Alison gives me when she wakes up from a nap. She's still too sleepy to pull away and I get to squeeze her and smell her sweet cheeks and hair. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The way Owen smiles at me in the rear view mirror when I pick him up from school. Even though he's a big boy his baby grin is still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The way Owen calls his Nerf guns, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Narf&lt;/span&gt; guns. Love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Alison's chubby little hands grabbing her snack and the way it sounds when she crunches it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The way Alison covers herself back up and says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;!" when I wake her up to go get Owen from school.  (why doesn't she do that in the morning?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Owen telling Alison "watch out Alison I'm going to do something dangerous for you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. The way Alison sings "yes, Jesus loves everybody" before she goes to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Alison saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; my nose",  "me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; your nose, oh I missed" "you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; nose" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; nose is far away"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Owen asking a million and one questions about Star Wars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Owen and Alison coming downstairs 5 minutes after we put them to bed and Alison saying with her arms wide out "we both wake now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. The way Alison &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;receives&lt;/span&gt; a gift. "mommy you got dis for me. tank you it make me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1366086414918755978?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1366086414918755978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1366086414918755978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1366086414918755978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1366086414918755978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-dont-want-to-forget.html' title='Things I Don&apos;t Want To Forget'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-7007830623192297023</id><published>2008-11-17T13:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:51:50.868+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference A Year Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz1SgdG1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/GVBqhqnViw8/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz1SgdG1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/GVBqhqnViw8/s400/IMG_1996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479660850060114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toguchi&lt;/span&gt; Beach 11/8/08&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz1LOzapI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Y__wjdIar70/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz1LOzapI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Y__wjdIar70/s400/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479658896976530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Toguchi&lt;/span&gt; Beach 11/08/08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz0z5sgyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G4Iln3Jl-Jg/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz0z5sgyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/G4Iln3Jl-Jg/s400/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479652634428194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skipping rocks in the East China Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz0Q0m-7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ua_2AhpOtLg/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz0Q0m-7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ua_2AhpOtLg/s400/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479643217853362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison in our room at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WestPac&lt;/span&gt;, November 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz0F_ICVI/AAAAAAAAAes/3XEA5qP9drk/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz0F_ICVI/AAAAAAAAAes/3XEA5qP9drk/s400/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269479640309172562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plane flight to Tokyo, November 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago today we boarded a plane at Dulles International not knowing what lie ahead. Now here we are, one year into our 3 year tour in Okinawa, and time has flown by. It's been a good year with much physical and spiritual growth. We are thankful for the opportunity to live in Japan although we miss our families and homes so much. God has been faithful to care for us here and for you there. We look forward to what this next year holds, especially our upcoming trip to Tokyo Disney for Thanksgiving! Thank you for your prayers and support as we have adjusted to living abroad. We are blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-7007830623192297023?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7007830623192297023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=7007830623192297023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7007830623192297023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7007830623192297023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/difference-year-makes.html' title='The Difference A Year Makes'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SSDz1SgdG1I/AAAAAAAAAfM/GVBqhqnViw8/s72-c/IMG_1996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4555874526821558407</id><published>2008-11-04T21:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:52:46.349+09:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEESESTEAKS ON THE HOUSE!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've had about a week to process the World Series, and I still can't believe that I can actually say the Phillies are World Champions!  It was a little difficult to watch the games from here in Okinawa.  Most of them occurred during work hours, so I was forced to keep track of the games through the internet.  I was actually seeing a patient when Kristen paged me to tell me that the Phillies had won.  (She later brought me a cheesesteak for lunch to celebrate.  Man, I love that girl!)  It's a tough life being a Philadelphia fan.  I've tried to explain this psychology to Kristen, but I don't think she quite gets it.  You're almost scared to win.  Losing is so familiar, that you almost don't know how to feel about winning.  From the start of the Series, Kristen was always positive, telling me how she was confident the Phillies would win.  She couldn't understand my uneasiness with her attitude...relatively new to the phenomenon of Philadelphia teams, new to the heartbreak of rooting for teams that consistently find new ways to lose games.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not this year.  Not this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...enjoy the celebration Phillies fans.  Grab a cheesesteak, a hoagie and some water ice and spread some brotherly love at the Jersey Shore.  Here's to the Phillies and recovery from the psychology of losing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...GO EAGLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4555874526821558407?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4555874526821558407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4555874526821558407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4555874526821558407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4555874526821558407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheesesteaks-on-house.html' title='CHEESESTEAKS ON THE HOUSE!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1802420859262942487</id><published>2008-11-04T17:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:44:14.781+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Story</title><content type='html'>Mommy:  Alison did you make a picture of Zaccheus today?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison: No I din't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy: Yes you did are you lying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison: No I'm Alison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1802420859262942487?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1802420859262942487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1802420859262942487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1802420859262942487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1802420859262942487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/funny-story.html' title='A Funny Story'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5477518229838793218</id><published>2008-11-04T13:04:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:23:19.616+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Pins and Needles</title><content type='html'>I've got to tell you living in a time zone where it is already November 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but no election has occurred is strange. I keep wanting to check in with Brit Hume for exit polls and real numbers. I keep wondering if my Maverick and comeback kid can do it just one more time. I'm using my November 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to pray. To pray for our nation. To humbly ask our gracious God to please have mercy on our country again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Last night as we were saying prayers with Owen we prayed for the election. He has often asked us who is running and who is winning. Last night he asked me "mom, does Barack Obama love God"? "I don't know Owen. I hope he does but some of his beliefs and choices make me think he doesn't" Then he asked "does his wife love God", "I don't know honey". "What will happen to Barack Obama when he dies if he doesn't love God"? "What do you think will happen?" Owen replied "he won't be in heaven with Jesus." Wow. I left that conversation convicted to pray for our leaders. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whether&lt;/span&gt; I agree with them or not. To pray that their eyes would be open to the truth of God's word. That they would know Jesus as their savior because He is the only way to heaven. I was also convicted to live my life in a way that my son would know that I love God. That he wouldn't have to question if I knew Jesus or not. That I would choose to serve others and love others the way God loves me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on my November 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; while I wait for your Nov. 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I am praying. It's not a bad way to spend the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5477518229838793218?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5477518229838793218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5477518229838793218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5477518229838793218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5477518229838793218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/waiting-on-pins-and-needles.html' title='Waiting on Pins and Needles'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2893351684753746656</id><published>2008-11-01T12:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:48:18.591+09:00</updated><title type='text'>More Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZnd-ivI/AAAAAAAAAek/3QMJz0pezfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZnd-ivI/AAAAAAAAAek/3QMJz0pezfQ/s400/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530827534207730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZva_2qI/AAAAAAAAAec/v2E4SBSl1Is/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZva_2qI/AAAAAAAAAec/v2E4SBSl1Is/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530829669194402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZAueFkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-bSCL3p0780/s1600-h/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZAueFkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/-bSCL3p0780/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530817134401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRY-WIR3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/mbSRAIwmLWo/s1600-h/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRY-WIR3I/AAAAAAAAAeM/mbSRAIwmLWo/s400/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530816495437682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRYdg7S7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/EPQ1IPbRJCs/s1600-h/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRYdg7S7I/AAAAAAAAAeE/EPQ1IPbRJCs/s400/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530807682354098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-2893351684753746656?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2893351684753746656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2893351684753746656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2893351684753746656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2893351684753746656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-halloween.html' title='More Halloween'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvRZnd-ivI/AAAAAAAAAek/3QMJz0pezfQ/s72-c/IMG_1966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3962741808534134091</id><published>2008-11-01T12:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:45:52.974+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ1OjfbaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Puc4pmbC-kM/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ1OjfbaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Puc4pmbC-kM/s400/IMG_1949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530202371157410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0w4W9tI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wEOvBZhQ_20/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0w4W9tI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wEOvBZhQ_20/s400/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530194405619410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0hU9diI/AAAAAAAAAds/cVuDvhbJfyA/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0hU9diI/AAAAAAAAAds/cVuDvhbJfyA/s400/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530190230615586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0QH3uHI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J5qw5jy30a8/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0QH3uHI/AAAAAAAAAdk/J5qw5jy30a8/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530185612310642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0fR3cBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/o_YpVU6UVcc/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ0fR3cBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/o_YpVU6UVcc/s400/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263530189680766994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3962741808534134091?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3962741808534134091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3962741808534134091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3962741808534134091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3962741808534134091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SQvQ1OjfbaI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Puc4pmbC-kM/s72-c/IMG_1949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1484506602611243927</id><published>2008-11-01T10:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:00:21.392+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think My Mac Laughs at Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98a7a1a7405933ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98a7a1a7405933ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76FA1512D8B83F8B08223872C326B41AE57A9FD7.1FCEAA65D79259E319560F6277081BC22C256023%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98a7a1a7405933ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKU8AC2DOmfioA6_zgKBvrAHJr5E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98a7a1a7405933ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76FA1512D8B83F8B08223872C326B41AE57A9FD7.1FCEAA65D79259E319560F6277081BC22C256023%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98a7a1a7405933ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKU8AC2DOmfioA6_zgKBvrAHJr5E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to figure out my iMovie and iPhoto slideshows this morning. I'm not very smart. I'm sure it is way easier then I make it, but I hope this video works and I'll try to do better next time. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1484506602611243927?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=98a7a1a7405933ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1484506602611243927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1484506602611243927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1484506602611243927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1484506602611243927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-my-mac-laughs-at-me.html' title='I Think My Mac Laughs at Me'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-9033859875015029770</id><published>2008-10-17T19:18:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:25:09.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>He's The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>He's 5 years old, 45 inches tall, and 47 pounds. He's blonder than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; and he is the love of my life. Yes, Owen sealed his place in my heart tonight. As he was picking the donut he wanted for dessert he went for my favorite, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kreme&lt;/span&gt;. The last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kreme&lt;/span&gt;. I said "oh, that's my favorite" and he started to put it back. I told him to go ahead and have it I didn't need it. He was enjoying his donut and proceeded to tell me how it was now his favorite. Then he said "mom, sometimes at church they have donuts with creme in them you could get one there". I said "yes you're right I could, but donuts are not very good for mommy." Next thing I know he's right beside me handing me the last half of the donut. I told him No thanks and then he said the sweetest words a boy could say to his mama, "No, I want you to have it.". And with that he is permanently the love of my life. I enjoyed the last half of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kreme&lt;/span&gt; as I listened to O and his sister giggling in the tub. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-9033859875015029770?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/9033859875015029770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=9033859875015029770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9033859875015029770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/9033859875015029770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-love-of-my-life.html' title='He&apos;s The Love of My Life'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6851969595589880219</id><published>2008-10-17T13:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:55:05.871+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretty Big Girl Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For a Pretty Little Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgadv6na3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/d638fiCxDo4/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgadv6na3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/d638fiCxDo4/s400/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257981663335902066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgadnUwf2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/q81UzS2EvRg/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgadnUwf2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/q81UzS2EvRg/s400/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257981661029629794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgad3AiQqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/TpilyX0N050/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgad3AiQqI/AAAAAAAAAdM/TpilyX0N050/s400/IMG_1932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257981665239777954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgad6h8jRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ohtAYRRW408/s1600-h/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgad6h8jRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ohtAYRRW408/s400/IMG_1935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257981666185219346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6851969595589880219?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6851969595589880219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6851969595589880219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6851969595589880219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6851969595589880219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-big-girl-bed.html' title='A Pretty Big Girl Bed'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgadv6na3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/d638fiCxDo4/s72-c/IMG_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-7679300840337282193</id><published>2008-10-17T13:47:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:52:12.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Bird, It's a Plane, It's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SuperKIDS&lt;/span&gt;! I found these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; for Alison at the exchange today. They only had one pair and I've learned the hard way if you think you want it you need to buy it when you see it, so I did. Is she precious or what? She calls herself "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;buperman&lt;/span&gt;". Owen spent some time teaching her how to fly. Thankfully it only involved jumping off the couch. I love my little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;supermans&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZJ_Q401I/AAAAAAAAAck/y2JZP_yVzlQ/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZJ_Q401I/AAAAAAAAAck/y2JZP_yVzlQ/s400/IMG_1924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257980224346837842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZJ0dWwMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wHxJ-vMYXGg/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZJ0dWwMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wHxJ-vMYXGg/s400/IMG_1926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257980221446340802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZKAkk31I/AAAAAAAAAc0/FFEwPxYkn7I/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZKAkk31I/AAAAAAAAAc0/FFEwPxYkn7I/s400/IMG_1927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257980224697851730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-7679300840337282193?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7679300840337282193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=7679300840337282193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7679300840337282193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7679300840337282193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-bird-its-plane-its.html' title='It&apos;s A Bird, It&apos;s a Plane, It&apos;s'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgZJ_Q401I/AAAAAAAAAck/y2JZP_yVzlQ/s72-c/IMG_1924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8480765901819922031</id><published>2008-10-17T13:38:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:46:15.383+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom, A New Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXfeJ0VhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C0scpXKz_1I/s1600-h/IMG_1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXfeJ0VhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C0scpXKz_1I/s400/IMG_1916.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257978394392679954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old gray tile&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXfthGrQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/B_kVool6trg/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXfthGrQI/AAAAAAAAAcE/B_kVool6trg/s400/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257978398516882690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new floor in the family room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXf1fOQII/AAAAAAAAAcM/_1nm7c7h7Ws/s1600-h/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXf1fOQII/AAAAAAAAAcM/_1nm7c7h7Ws/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257978400656474242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half and half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXf7dsGBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Yh_PLUnC7W8/s1600-h/IMG_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXf7dsGBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Yh_PLUnC7W8/s400/IMG_1919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257978402260654098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green stairs. A thing of beauty, mom I have no idea why you didn't put these in the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXgHCAOxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-KUcSJ3i8wQ/s1600-h/IMG_1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXgHCAOxI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-KUcSJ3i8wQ/s400/IMG_1921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257978405365758738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to put in our request for a new "wood" floor. I assumed it would take months to get it but somehow we lucked out and got it in about 3 weeks. God is good! I can't believe I waited so long to ask for it. I'm thinking there is a lesson there. Anyway just wanted to show off our new and old floors. But don't worry we get to keep the green steps. I have a feeling we'll miss those when we leave here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8480765901819922031?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8480765901819922031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8480765901819922031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8480765901819922031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8480765901819922031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-mom-new-floor.html' title='Look Mom, A New Floor'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SPgXfeJ0VhI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C0scpXKz_1I/s72-c/IMG_1916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4849143016856997736</id><published>2008-10-15T20:29:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:43:22.722+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Is It...</title><content type='html'>That my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; illness of choice seems to always be a stomach bug? Just before 5am I heard Alison crying for me. When I reached for her in her bed I felt something wet and realized she had thrown up. I felt bad for her but I felt worse for me. That sounds selfish and maybe it is but we just put the little girl in a BIG girl bed Monday night. It had clean sheets, a beautiful quilt, and a "shortcake" blanket. What it didn't have was a mattress pad. I wasn't able to get to the store to buy one and I wanted to get her in her bed over the holiday weekend because Jeff was off to help me. I figured no big deal, she's still in a diaper at night so the mattress will be fine. And then the stomach bug hit. Much to my amazement the mattress was spared. It seems Alison is much like her brother and would rather throw up on herself or me than actually mess up anything in her room. We ended up downstairs as to not "wake" her brother. Our efforts were meaningless since he woke up when he heard me changing her and said "I think I could just stay up now". Oh sure, because what I really need at 5am is both my children up and about while my bed is still calling my name and it is going to be dark outside for another good hour. After a cup of coffee the world seemed better or at least more awake. We got Owen off to school and came home to the laundry and disinfecting that occurs after a stomach bug hits our home. Too bad Jeff wasn't still off to help. So now the little girl, who is feeling much better by the way, has another perfectly clean big girl bed, with a towel under the sheet (just in case) until I can get to the exchange and buy a mattress pad tomorrow. Sweet dreams my little sick one. Sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4849143016856997736?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4849143016856997736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4849143016856997736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4849143016856997736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4849143016856997736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-is-it.html' title='Why Is It...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4986366488475721857</id><published>2008-10-06T20:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:05:44.931+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh... I Have a Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOn-tkGRr5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/bvGF95JM_Y0/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOn-tkGRr5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/bvGF95JM_Y0/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254010499041963922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our last trip to Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; so it's not really a secret but we haven't told the kids yet so it is a secret to them. I just booked us a Thanksgiving trip to Tokyo Disneyland and Disney Sea. I'm so excited I can't stand it. I admit it I'm a HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt;  fan. We are waiting to tell the kids until it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; official. It looks like a go but Jeff's work schedule could always change so to avoid disappointing them we will wait to tell them. Of course if you know me at all you know I can't keep secrets well. Well at least not secrets like this. I'm famous for buying Jeff something for his birthday or Christmas and not being able to wait to give it to him. I just love making people happy so it is hard for me to keep things like that under wraps. I'll keep you posted as the trip gets closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4986366488475721857?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4986366488475721857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4986366488475721857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4986366488475721857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4986366488475721857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/shh-i-have-secret.html' title='Shh... I Have a Secret'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOn-tkGRr5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/bvGF95JM_Y0/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-902343277269424749</id><published>2008-10-06T20:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:56:02.435+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock The Vote!</title><content type='html'>I voted! It is the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time I've voted for President. Am I getting old? My mom taught me that you shouldn't talk about who you vote for. It is a personal decision and freedom for each individual. I can see her point but I'll just go ahead and let you know I'm for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MCCain&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; baby! I hope all of you will decide to be for them on your own. But even if you have a different opinion, VOTE!! Exercise your freedom to choose our next President because Freedom isn't Free. Can't wait for November 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. And here's hoping for no hanging chads or recounts. Oh, and that my ballot actually makes it to in time to be counted. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-902343277269424749?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/902343277269424749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=902343277269424749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/902343277269424749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/902343277269424749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/rock-vote.html' title='Rock The Vote!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5332012553030438421</id><published>2008-10-05T16:00:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:52:26.224+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard But Good</title><content type='html'>Our sermon today was titled "Hard But Good". It was based on 2 Corinthians 2:1-4. The message was very good and encouraged me about the conflicts in my life as well as my life in general. When we first moved to Okinawa and people would ask me how things were going I often responded "they've been hard, but good". That may sound silly, but it is the truth. I would also say "I guess if things weren't hard I wouldn't realize how much I need God". So we are almost finished with our first year in Japan and things are GOOD. Hard But GOOD. I was thinking over the events of this last year and I think the phrase "hard but good" can apply to many of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Moving to a foreign country away from family and friends. HARD because we won't see them very much for 3 years. GOOD because our little family of 4 will be strengthened as we depend on each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My mom having a pulmonary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embolism&lt;/span&gt;/blood clots. HARD because I couldn't be there to care for her but GOOD because we could see God's protection in sparing her life and Praise Him for how well He cared for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jeff becoming Department Head. HARD because it is a lot of hours and new responsibilities he's never had before GOOD because he's learning everyday and being used by God as a physician and leader in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FP&lt;/span&gt; clinic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Struggling to find friends and connect. HARD because I long for close friendship, and encouragement that only comes from someone who knows me and invests in me. GOOD because it forces me out and to depend on God to find me a place to fit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Flying internationally with 2 kids under 5 by myself. HARD I think these reasons are obvious GOOD because we got to go HOME and love and be loved on by our families and I gained confidence in my ability to do things out of my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My Dad being diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease HARD because I want to help, and he is not getting good care and I want to yell at the neurologist, and tell him to treat my dad with love and respect just as he would want one of his family members to be treated. GOOD because we have seen such an outpouring of love from family and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My brother enduring the stress of his job. HARD because I want all good for him and I know what a hard working, loyal employee he is. GOOD because it gives me a chance to remind him of the one who cares for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A dear friend finding out her cancer is back. HARD because enough is enough already and she should be able to enjoy her sweet husband and watch her beautiful girls grow up without dealing with anymore pain/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;/fear etc. GOOD because I get to see her become more Christ like with every battle she faces, and I get to see God's people come to her side and pray for her and care for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. A dear friend learning of her parent's separation. HARD because Wow we didn't see that coming and no matter what age you are it rocks  your foundation when parents split up GOOD because she is choosing to live with hope and courage for her kids and she can hold tight to Jesus and KNOW that HE is Good and He never changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Brent and Heather having twins. HARD because we're not there to watch them grow, oh and because raising one newborn is hard enough let alone two. GOOD because God created 2 more beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Singleys&lt;/span&gt; and they are being raised with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you get the point. Life is hard but good. With the elections and financial crisis going on back home I'm somewhat thankful for living abroad right now. I guess what I felt God showed me today is that although the circumstances I live in may be hard or trying or scary HE is GOOD all the time. Everything is His and we can trust Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will lift up my eyes to the hills-- From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth." Psalm 121:1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My God is so big, so strong and so mighty. There's nothing my God cannot do (for you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen learned that song in preschool and I find myself singing it a lot these days. I hope you all are encouraged today that God is for you and not against you and that He never changes. Have a great Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5332012553030438421?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5332012553030438421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5332012553030438421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5332012553030438421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5332012553030438421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-but-good.html' title='Hard But Good'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1391788765235947047</id><published>2008-10-02T22:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:15:17.346+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunco</title><content type='html'>I have joined a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bunco&lt;/span&gt; group. I LOVE it! Probably because I have won money the last two times. Really I just enjoy getting out and having time with other women and eating good food. Although I must say it makes me feel a little bit old since I can remember my mom having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bunco&lt;/span&gt; group when we lived in Nebraska. Now I know why they did it. Those few hours away from little ones are priceless in this stage of life. Alison is in the middle of potty training and is also in some major separation anxiety stage. It is about to drive me nuts. At the end of each day I feel beat up by my 2 year old. She is so bossy and even though I correct her it is still exhausting to have to do that every time she forgets her manners or says something like "NO DON'T TALK TO ME". Isn't that supposed to be what she says when she is a teenager? I'm trying to remember this is a season, but this is a phase I didn't encounter with Owen. I'm not sure if it's a gender thing or a personality thing. Maybe I should read that book "The Strong Willed Child". Of course just when I've had enough of her tantrums and manipulation she does something really sweet. This afternoon she laid down to watch her show and she looked up at me and said "mommy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; down with me". I couldn't resist, so I laid next to her and snuggled her sweet little bossy self up. Pray that I have the wisdom and strength to raise her right. I know why parents give in, it puts an end to the screaming. But that will only be a temporary fix. The root problem will remain. So even though it may be easier to give in to her fits, and I may lose a few of the battles I'm praying to stay strong so I can win the war. In the meantime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bunco&lt;/span&gt; is definitely some good therapy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. On the potty training front she is doing very well. Only a few accidents in a week. She was the one ready to do this, not me. Of course now she's pushing for a big girl bed too. What happened to my baby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1391788765235947047?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1391788765235947047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1391788765235947047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1391788765235947047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1391788765235947047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/bunco.html' title='Bunco'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3812274210956241960</id><published>2008-10-01T12:58:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:09:06.324+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alisonisms Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOL3ahkgutI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FTPP_LfqC9s/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOL3ahkgutI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FTPP_LfqC9s/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252032150527589074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing with her daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget I want to record some more of Alison's fun sayings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I do do myfelf"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm worry" (I'm sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daddy you ride mommy's go go in a littleittle bit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I nant to" (I don't want to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I nant to seep my crib anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"2, 5,2,5,2,5 Not, a me" (counting for hide and seek, ready or not, here I come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"cat-a-cake, cat-a-cake, roll it, pat it, baby and me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daddy, help me dance"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'n know how"(I don't know how, complete with her hands out palms up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3812274210956241960?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3812274210956241960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3812274210956241960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3812274210956241960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3812274210956241960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/10/alisonisms-part-two.html' title='Alisonisms Part Two'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOL3ahkgutI/AAAAAAAAAbs/FTPP_LfqC9s/s72-c/IMG_1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6751352685121008162</id><published>2008-09-29T19:05:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:12:53.109+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOCo1rK1I5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/vr8t1ZECGPU/s1600-h/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOCo1rK1I5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/vr8t1ZECGPU/s400/IMG_1896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251382805588681618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOCo2DAFuJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TzRO1Qchqvw/s1600-h/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOCo2DAFuJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TzRO1Qchqvw/s400/IMG_1897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251382811986081938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen was out of school today so as a treat after nap/quiet time I let the kids pick out videos from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shoppette&lt;/span&gt; and built them a fort to watch them in. We made popcorn and had licorice. It was a great time. Of course the movie selections were right up there with the latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt; nominated flicks. "The Chipmunks Christmas Adventure" and Strawberry Shortcake's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rockaberry&lt;/span&gt; Roll" If you haven't seen them you don't know what you are missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6751352685121008162?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6751352685121008162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6751352685121008162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6751352685121008162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6751352685121008162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-day.html' title='Movie Day'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SOCo1rK1I5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/vr8t1ZECGPU/s72-c/IMG_1896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5028166920775382416</id><published>2008-09-28T16:39:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:47:51.981+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Is That Masked Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some shots from Owen's latest Tball game. He played shortstop and catcher in this game. Isn't he cute? &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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sck54wcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NRyLhzzmNfg/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sck54wcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NRyLhzzmNfg/s400/IMG_1891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251006341433573826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9ScnxpoEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/m-TucH7pwco/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9ScnxpoEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/m-TucH7pwco/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251006342204334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sc5NsshI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pHRkO1LKv7k/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sc5NsshI/AAAAAAAAAbI/pHRkO1LKv7k/s400/IMG_1890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251006346885378578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sc41zxEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GpvbgqU3190/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sc41zxEI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/GpvbgqU3190/s400/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251006346785178690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5028166920775382416?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5028166920775382416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5028166920775382416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5028166920775382416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5028166920775382416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-is-that-masked-man.html' title='Who Is That Masked Man?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SN9Sck54wcI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NRyLhzzmNfg/s72-c/IMG_1891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4779190448640093386</id><published>2008-09-23T16:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:18:12.687+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My New Look!</title><content type='html'>As a birthday present to myself I decided to get a blog makeover. I am so excited with how it turned out. I hope you like it too. Now that my blog looks pretty I'll have to make sure I update it more often.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are having a good week so far. God blessed us with a wonderful weekend. Jeff was on call Saturday but can you believe his pager didn't go off at all? It was fabulous. He was off Sunday so we got to spend a nice weekend together as a family even with Jeff on call. God is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison continues to develop new conversation skills daily. I get so tickled when she finally figures out how to put words together. Today I asked her to take her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;taggie&lt;/span&gt; up to her crib and she responded with "I am mommy". Too smart for her own good. She better be careful with her tone. She's only two. What will 12 years from now look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen is still enjoying school and learning so much. Last week he read a book to the K4.2 class (his old class). I was so proud of him and so was Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hogue&lt;/span&gt;, his K4 teacher. T ball season is almost over. We still have 4 games left because we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rain out&lt;/span&gt; due to the typhoon. He and the other kids are really starting to pick up on the rules of baseball. It's fun to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff is working hard at the hospital clinic. He's now the department head. I'm not sure that means too much, but we like to say "he's kind of a big deal". That is a quote from Anchorman for those of you who didn't know (mom). I think he is enjoying his new role but it is requiring some creative time management skills. He manages to get home for dinner most nights and if he has to he will go back to work after the  kids are in bed. It's a good thing we live right behind the hospital. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gotten involved with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PWOC&lt;/span&gt;, Protestant Women of the Chapel, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kadena&lt;/span&gt;. It has been a good source of bible study and fellowship for me. This year I am serving on the board in a small position but one I think I'm well suited for. It is outreach for the Navy community. Basically I attend the newcomer's orientation to welcome people to the island and invite them to join us for bible study. It's fun to meet the new people. I'm also helping to facilitate a study called "After the Boxes are Unpacked". God is humorous isn't he. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway not too much new in our daily lives, except my totally COOL new blog look. Hope you all are having a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4779190448640093386?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4779190448640093386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4779190448640093386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4779190448640093386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4779190448640093386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-out-my-new-look.html' title='Check Out My New Look!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6310451018443074303</id><published>2008-09-16T13:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:26:51.417+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alisonisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SM81bX_awXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YCtv5bzazUg/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SM81bX_awXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YCtv5bzazUg/s400/IMG_1857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246470835322667378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite Alisonisms&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Me funny"  "No, you funny" "dat funny mommy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Happy cake"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Read to me mommy" "Read to me my cake" (that means her strawberry shortcake book)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wof you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi framZ"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"More bips" (chips)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yay me!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I kissy spanky" (after she kissed Owen on his bottom before bed, he was under his covers and she just kissed him on top of his body)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fwy again" (fly again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dot Dog" (hot dog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Da ti da da" (when she wants you to notice how pretty she is or she is standing on top of something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6310451018443074303?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6310451018443074303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6310451018443074303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6310451018443074303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6310451018443074303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/alisonisms.html' title='Alisonisms'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SM81bX_awXI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YCtv5bzazUg/s72-c/IMG_1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1156238710700690343</id><published>2008-09-11T11:27:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:49:51.881+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen's Sweet Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SMiGdz6N7dI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LwWG6KQ1ibE/s400/dah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244589612781661650" /&gt;My Owen has such a sweet and sensitive heart. Early this week we learned a typhoon would be approaching the island by the end of the week. Owen immediately became concerned for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;safety&lt;/span&gt; and that of our neighbors. He asked tons of questions and was getting increasingly anxious. I asked him who cared for us and he said "God, but" to which I replied there are no "buts" with God. He is much bigger than the typhoon and He will take care of us and keep us safe. He couldn't stop focusing on what might happen to our things and started to cry. By bedtime he was calm but the first thing he said to me in the morning was "Mom, I'm not sure how Ashton is going to get his trampoline down for the typhoon that might be hard. What will they do about the trampoline?" I felt so bad for my sweet boy. He must have been thinking about it all night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as he was getting ready for school I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; an email from my mom telling me that Pacer had died. I was sad for myself and my parents but I knew how this would break Owen's heart. I chose not to tell him until after school. He knew that Pacer had been sick and was hoping to send him a present to make him feel better. I had the unpleasant task of telling O that Pacer had gotten more ill and was having trouble breathing. Before I could finish Owen said "and he died?" I told him yes and he immediately started crying. He sobbed for 45 minutes. He loved that dog like it was his own. He just kept saying he missed him and wanted to play with him. As I held my sweet boy I cried too. I wanted to take the hurt away and yet I knew it was inevitable. Dogs don't live forever and loss is part of life. Owen was able to call my mom before he went to bed and talk to her about Pacer. She assured him that Pacer knew O loved him and that he died while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gramz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; held him. He seemed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; talking to her and I heard him say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GramZ&lt;/span&gt; when I get back to the United States I'm going to get a dog like Pacer, he might be a different color but he'll look like him and I'll name him Pacer too." He has such a sweet heart! It was hard to watch my baby take one more step out of the innocence of his childhood. I wish I could keep him from the inevitable hurt that will cross his path, but I know I can't. But I know that I can trust God to care for him. Please say a prayer for my O and for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GramZ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt;. They are missing a sweet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;feisty,&lt;/span&gt; black and white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cocker&lt;/span&gt; spaniel and it will take a little time to heal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1156238710700690343?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1156238710700690343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1156238710700690343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1156238710700690343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1156238710700690343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/owens-sweet-heart.html' title='Owen&apos;s Sweet Heart'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SMiGdz6N7dI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/LwWG6KQ1ibE/s72-c/dah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4211420125555938555</id><published>2008-09-08T14:10:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:23:06.081+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alison's Antics</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98274b8f859eeb52" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98274b8f859eeb52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D3463A0A8DB8EAA4B39BF2EA2C7B5D5BEB397C9.101EF46209F7CCDEDA7F10125837A268096B360E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98274b8f859eeb52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlGWA5DopEbVKEEvXGaVKnQu-4-8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98274b8f859eeb52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394367%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D3463A0A8DB8EAA4B39BF2EA2C7B5D5BEB397C9.101EF46209F7CCDEDA7F10125837A268096B360E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98274b8f859eeb52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlGWA5DopEbVKEEvXGaVKnQu-4-8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I particularly love how she acts like she needs and wants help. Any parent at T-ball practice will tell you that she LOVES getting away from me and will try to climb anything by herself and is NOT afraid of climbing and jumping on her own. But of course when I pull out the video she is on her best behavior. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4211420125555938555?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=98274b8f859eeb52&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4211420125555938555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4211420125555938555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4211420125555938555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4211420125555938555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/09/alisons-antics.html' title='Alison&apos;s Antics'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3195982567070091148</id><published>2008-08-29T20:53:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:35:39.914+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alison For President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SLfsn2bBeAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bg4FKL1Xhak/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SLfsn2bBeAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bg4FKL1Xhak/s400/IMG_1841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239916860836771842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SLfsYzBMimI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OtCi5Z0L9n8/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SLfsYzBMimI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OtCi5Z0L9n8/s400/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239916602225101410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we were driving to Owen's school and a news flash was on the radio talking about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DNC&lt;/span&gt; convention. Owen heard this and asked me who the President was. I told him it was still George Bush, but that an election was coming up and we would choose a new President. He asked who it would be and I said "I hope it's John McCain" to which Alison replied "No, Me!!" &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started thinking about how the world would be if Alison were in charge. Everyone would have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;taggie&lt;/span&gt; and a silky blanket. And no problem would be too big for a glass of milk to solve. A nap would be had by all around 12:30pm. Everyone would be encouraged to climb to their hearts content. Watching "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wo's&lt;/span&gt;" would be a must, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boz&lt;/span&gt;. Smiles, hugs, and kisses would be the greetings of the day. Everyone would have "Happy Cake" on their Happy Birthday. And really what couldn't be solved over some "happy cake". There would be tantrums, complete with screaming and throwing oneself on the ground, but they would easily be resolved when no one paid attention to them. Oh and especially if goldfish were involved the attitude would readjust. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leisurely&lt;/span&gt; walks would occur on a daily basis, because why hurry when there is so much to discover. Yes, Alison's world would be a happy place. Too bad people don't vote for two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little girl sure has made me smile a lot this week. She repeated "Happy Mommy" about a hundred times a day which meant "Happy Birthday Mommy". And tonight she had to put on her princess dress so she could "dance at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ee's&lt;/span&gt; house". She sure makes me happy. So I guess "Happy Mommy" is an appropriate description. Hope you like the pictures of my little angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3195982567070091148?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3195982567070091148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3195982567070091148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3195982567070091148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3195982567070091148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/alison-for-president.html' title='Alison For President'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SLfsn2bBeAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bg4FKL1Xhak/s72-c/IMG_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3874740535113159020</id><published>2008-08-21T20:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:30:47.810+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen Goes to Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>8/22 Updated with a picture of Owen when I picked him up from school on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SK6VFlJIyxI/AAAAAAAAASo/03seFa5Mdbw/s1600-h/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237287339780786962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SK6VFlJIyxI/AAAAAAAAASo/03seFa5Mdbw/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of kindergarten. I thought it would be easy. I thought since Owen attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OCSI&lt;/span&gt; last year and was in an all day program it wouldn't seem like such a big step to start K5 but I was wrong. Yesterday I found myself in a daze of flashbacks coupled with running around like crazy making sure Owen had everything that would make his first day of school great. You know things like new underwear, a new cup, and a few thousand pieces of candy to put in the treasure chest I was going to hide for him for when he got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing laundry and I actually found myself smelling his t-shirts and hugging them as if he were in them. I watched him playing with his friend, Taryn, and all I could see was that huge baby grin he used to have. We went to buy him new underwear because I thought he should graduate to the big boy size instead of his old size 4T's. That about threw me over the edge. You can't buy size 5, you have to buy size 6. He's not six, he's barely five and why are they trying to make my boy older faster than he has to be. Then I started feeling sorry for myself because I was going to have to drop him off for the first day by myself, again. I understand that it is hard for Jeff to get away from work, but I felt like we needed him. Or at least I needed him. I was enrolling my baby to start his life and I wanted some support. I didn't want to have to face the tears by myself again. Owen's or mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got everything packed up. Clothes laid out. And went to bed. It wasn't a good night's sleep. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I woke up I would pray for O and his teacher and that the first day would go well. The morning went smoothly. My sweet friend Erin made O muffins for breakfast and Owen got to watch a video that Aunt Heather and Uncle Brent made for him. He was so excited to see that baby James was excited for him to go to kindergarten. So we were off. There were no tears or even attempts to get out of going. When we got to the school we went to find out who Owen's teacher was and he is in Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikehara's&lt;/span&gt; class. She is a very sweet lady and I am completely comfortable with leaving Owen in her care. As we were waiting for the orientation to begin I started to feel at peace. We were greeted by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Principal&lt;/span&gt;, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bezner&lt;/span&gt; who I greatly admire. She is a neat lady. We also were able to hang out with our Pastor and his wife who were there with one of their sons. They are always encouraging to be around. I knew without a doubt this was the right choice for Owen and I was praying the goodbye would go well. We were told to keep the goodbyes short and to turn and walk away. I knew that would be the best idea so I tried to stick to the plan. O did have some tears in his eyes, but I told him I loved him and that I would see him at 3pm. Alison hugged him and said bye O. We turned and walked out the door. We had to put our shoes on outside the class and another mom came and said "Owen's crying". I wanted to tell her to shut up, but I just smiled and said "I know, he'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;". We walked to the car and headed home. I only shed a few tears this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to pick up my O I was hoping for a good report. He was smiling when I spotted him and I knew that was a good sign. When he got in the car he said he had a good day and that he only cried for a few minutes and then he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. God answered our prayers. I'm looking forward to seeing O grow and learn throughout this year. And I'm glad the first day is over. Now I'm going to go get some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was going to post a first day picture but it won't let me for some reason. If you can stand the suspense I'll try to do it tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3874740535113159020?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3874740535113159020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3874740535113159020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3874740535113159020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3874740535113159020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/owen-goes-to-kindergarten.html' title='Owen Goes to Kindergarten'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SK6VFlJIyxI/AAAAAAAAASo/03seFa5Mdbw/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1368820757849072309</id><published>2008-08-14T15:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:43:47.368+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You Live in Okinawa...</title><content type='html'>When you pay $5.19 for 2 peaches and $12.08 for 5 apples. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234259508370450178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SKPTSmKhpwI/AAAAAAAAASg/5mGBpY7HeVc/s400/IMG_1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had never seen peaches at the commissary so I bought them anyway. Please enjoy your summer fruits for us. I'd love to have a big bag of  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ukrop's&lt;/span&gt; peaches and a tub of blueberries right about now. I guess we'll settle for frozen.&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/2846319564859679713-1368820757849072309?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1368820757849072309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1368820757849072309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1368820757849072309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1368820757849072309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-you-live-in-okinawa.html' title='You Know You Live in Okinawa...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SKPTSmKhpwI/AAAAAAAAASg/5mGBpY7HeVc/s72-c/IMG_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-603203725210913793</id><published>2008-08-06T16:16:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:28:48.410+09:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball Season is Finally Here</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the start of Owen's first T-ball season. He has been waiting for this day for years. After a few last minute changes Jeff is now the head coach of Owen's team. Unfortunately because he became head coach at the last minute he is unable to attend the first 3 practices. Thankfully we have a great assistant coach and some dad's who don't mind filling in. The practice went well. They were cute to watch. Some kids didn't grasp that they needed to turn and run to second after first base. They just kept running, kind of like Forest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt;. Then there was the time when Owen was determined to tag someone out and ran all the way from 1st base to 3rd just so he could get someone out and prove he knew how to play. I think I sense a little of Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Devry&lt;/span&gt; in him. I think it's going to be a fun season. We'll keep you posted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt; stats. :) Since they don't keep score we'll have to make them up but those are minor details. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231302009869052114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlRdhsIKNI/AAAAAAAAASI/g5bR0etkZa8/s400/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to practice. Cool as a cucumber&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231302111641262146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlRjc0g2EI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FF0EK4u68t4/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing first base&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231302202491002098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlRovQx3PI/AAAAAAAAASY/RMBPcoB91io/s400/IMG_1823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to be out done by her older brother just before we left the house Alison went to the closet and got her pink glove too. If Owen does it she'll try it too. Note her pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phillies&lt;/span&gt; hat too.&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/2846319564859679713-603203725210913793?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/603203725210913793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=603203725210913793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/603203725210913793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/603203725210913793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-ball-season-is-finally-here.html' title='T-Ball Season is Finally Here'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlRdhsIKNI/AAAAAAAAASI/g5bR0etkZa8/s72-c/IMG_1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3782672485307915985</id><published>2008-08-06T16:03:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:15:32.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Do Do Looking out my Front Door!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlNCkkT7tI/AAAAAAAAARY/3LDkOGPesp4/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231297148738596562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlNCkkT7tI/AAAAAAAAARY/3LDkOGPesp4/s400/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the view from my front door this weekend. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okuma&lt;/span&gt; on the northern part of Okinawa. The East China Sea was beautiful and the kids loved the time at the beach. It wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCNJ&lt;/span&gt;, but it sure was fun. We went with our friends and next door neighbors, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hardings&lt;/span&gt;. It was a great little break from regular life. Although, Jeff was only able to stay one night and then head back to work in the morning. We enjoyed swimming, lounging, a surrey ride (almost as eventful as Uncle Brent's last summer :)) mini golf, batting cages and Erin's yummy sangria. Here are some more pictures of our stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231298305608143106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlOF6PgUQI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ri62ocjAWkQ/s400/IMG_1813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Owen, Master Mini Golfer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231298422222320098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlOMsqfceI/AAAAAAAAARo/vOZl2Ymr8Dw/s400/IMG_1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ian and Alison, Master Mini Golf watchers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231298532170143138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlOTGQGFaI/AAAAAAAAARw/HKB3ycQ59JE/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uh, maybe I shouldn't have dumped the sand on my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231298634500056642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlOZDdcpkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8gwiYdBBjl0/s400/IMG_1818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Sand Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231298840053225490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlOlBNJGBI/AAAAAAAAASA/FqjzTTdg_BM/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Beach Kids:  Ian, Owen, Alison, and Taryn&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/2846319564859679713-3782672485307915985?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3782672485307915985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3782672485307915985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3782672485307915985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3782672485307915985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-do-do-looking-out-my-front-door.html' title='Do Do Do Looking out my Front Door!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlNCkkT7tI/AAAAAAAAARY/3LDkOGPesp4/s72-c/IMG_1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-4093678068692921063</id><published>2008-08-06T15:49:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:03:14.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week our church, Calvary Chapel Okinawa, held vacation bible school. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VeggieTales&lt;/span&gt; theme using the latest movie "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything". It was our first experience with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; since Owen was finally old enough to participate. I helped by being a "shipmate" which meant I had a group of kindergartners to take from station to station. I didn't think that was going to be very hard but at the end of each day I found myself exhausted. I had 7 kids in my group and we were part of the bigger kindergarten group which had about 25-30 kids. Three of my kids were in Owen's class at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCSI&lt;/span&gt; and are Japanese. It was such an honor to have them with us for the week. However, after a week of getting them to pay attention and participate I have much greater respect for Owen's teacher. Those boys are ACTIVE!!! All in all I think everyone had a great time. The kids did great learning their memory verse "I can do all things through Christ because He gives me strength" Philippians 4:13. It was awesome to hear all those little voices shout that out. I only managed to get a few photos of the whole week but I thought I'd let you see some of the kids I spent my week with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231295513555118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlLjZCMKMI/AAAAAAAAARA/JpPqnWFlSiU/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tomoro&lt;/span&gt; posing during morning worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231295661128680994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlLr-yeBiI/AAAAAAAAARI/-Re1mC6OEyw/s400/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owen, Marina, and Lizzie waiting in line for the bible theater&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231295763676616386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlLx8zzVsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/mHWYNcgX8DY/s400/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Craft time. Owen, Yuma's mom, Yuma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tomoro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fuga&lt;/span&gt; all on the left side of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-4093678068692921063?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/4093678068692921063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=4093678068692921063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4093678068692921063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/4093678068692921063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/08/pirates-who-dont-do-anything.html' title='The Pirates Who Don&apos;t Do Anything'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SJlLjZCMKMI/AAAAAAAAARA/JpPqnWFlSiU/s72-c/IMG_1809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3737930773347503761</id><published>2008-07-31T20:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:59:24.914+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Freedom</title><content type='html'>As I sat on my back porch this evening watching my kids play in their blow up pool I heard a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt; noise. At first I thought "could those Air Force jets just go ahead and land already" and then as the noise got closer and louder I realized it wasn't an air force jet at all it was a harrier. A very cool, very loud, marine corps harrier. Four of the jets came across the sky above our home and we watched them on their approach to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kadena&lt;/span&gt;. I instantly felt a bond with those pilots. Chances are I don't know a one of them but some how those jets made me feel at home. It made me miss our days with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VMA&lt;/span&gt; 542 and all our friendships there. The guys in that squadron will always be heroes to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-3737930773347503761?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/3737930773347503761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=3737930773347503761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3737930773347503761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3737930773347503761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/sound-of-freedom.html' title='The Sound of Freedom'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8512280136836391854</id><published>2008-07-27T14:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:39.474+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporting A New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIwPYKS2x_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l1V1sJ3pcds/s1600-h/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227570175225022450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIwPYKS2x_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l1V1sJ3pcds/s400/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 5 years ago Jeff and I were giddy with excitement over a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drooly&lt;/span&gt; baby face that had popped his first tooth. I never dreamed that same little tooth would cause us to be excited again. On Thursday Owen lost his first tooth. Another milestone and another step in growing up. My mom asked me how he looked with a tooth missing and I said "BIG". What do you think of his new smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8512280136836391854?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8512280136836391854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8512280136836391854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8512280136836391854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8512280136836391854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/sporting-new-look.html' title='Sporting A New Look'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIwPYKS2x_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/l1V1sJ3pcds/s72-c/IMG_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-198363787939800307</id><published>2008-07-27T14:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:56:16.794+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Visitor</title><content type='html'>We returned home last Sunday from our trip to the states. We were glad to get here. Our little cement bunker never looked so good as it did after a 19 hour trip. The flights were fine but they just reinforced the fact that we live far far away from "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to be with family and to reconnect with friends. As much as I needed to be home I found that I wasn't really needed there. I was certainly welcome and had a good time, but I realized that I was just a visitor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every one's&lt;/span&gt; lives had gone on without us. They had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; to attend, sports to play, babies to tend to, work to do, etc. It's hard to fit into other people's schedules for 5 weeks. Of course I expect them to go on without us, but it was just hard to finally see and realize that we don't live there anymore. I know you're thinking "you never did live there", but for the past 7 months I was holding to the hope that going home would be way better than being here in Okinawa. It wasn't. Don't get me wrong, I love being home, but it was obvious that God doesn't want us there now. As much as I long to watch my kids grow up with their Grandparents and cousins close by that just isn't what God has for us now. We don't fit there because we're supposed to be here. That was hard for me to accept. I couldn't believe that my family would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; without me, but they are. And why wouldn't they be. God is caring for them just as he is caring for us. He is providing for us here and for them there. He is filling in the gaps and teaching and growing us all. He is sovereign and moving me around the world from my family wasn't a mistake. He has shown me that in many ways. Now it is my job to accept it and to make the most of my time here. To trust and believe that God has everything under control. One day maybe He will have us closer to home but for now we are right where He wants us and I'm finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-198363787939800307?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/198363787939800307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=198363787939800307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/198363787939800307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/198363787939800307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-visitor.html' title='Just a Visitor'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-2439884961515626235</id><published>2008-07-27T13:41:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:42.167+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Year Old Trouble</title><content type='html'>My baby turned 2 years old on July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I have no idea how that happened. Of course in her mind she is every bit as big and old as her brother. There is nothing she won't try and very little that scares her. She is beautiful, spunky, strong willed, sweet, charming, and did I mention beautiful. She reels people in with her eyes and that smile. One bat of those lashes and flash of that dimple and you're hooked. You can't get enough of her. Even the bossy, loud, independent part of her. She gives great hugs and usually will let you get all of her kisses. She doesn't like falling, though she does it a lot. She'll get angry and yell "NO" if you try to see if she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. She loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tu's&lt;/span&gt; and pretty pink dresses. Shoes are her friend. She is definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; but she can keep up with the boys. I doubt she'll ever be pushed around by anyone. She'll either defend herself or her brother will stick up for her. She loves her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Owie&lt;/span&gt;. She never calls him Owen just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Owie&lt;/span&gt; and she says it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt; and longer if he doesn't answer her. Jeff and I often discuss just what type of man will marry our girl. He's going to have to be tough. Not just anyone can handle all that God has put in that little one. We are so blessed to have our sweet little Alison and look forward to watching her grow. Since we were in the states for her birthday she ended up with 3 celebrations. She's definitely a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv-QtQXzjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9U0G0B9CYsM/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227551355473219122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv-QtQXzjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9U0G0B9CYsM/s400/IMG_1788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her real birthday. Celebrating with an Elmo cake at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GramZ&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Baba's&lt;/span&gt; Anniversary party in Indiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv-GbK5bwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-4saPnnkgj8/s1600-h/IMG_1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227551178819727106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv-GbK5bwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-4saPnnkgj8/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celebrating at Grandma and Grandpa's house on 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July with Nana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Singley&lt;/span&gt; and Aunt Beth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv98LfDE6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bmz598ygWlg/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227551002810586018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv98LfDE6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bmz598ygWlg/s400/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her Princess party at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gramz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Baba's&lt;/span&gt;. Lounging in the bounce house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9pPiqy3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/SrX2yRp7pIc/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227550677481999218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9pPiqy3I/AAAAAAAAAQY/SrX2yRp7pIc/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to put this one in. Look at the contempt on their faces. I think Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Devry&lt;/span&gt; is trying to convince her to like him more than mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9hq2SdwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rN8xOklWtbc/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227550547373094658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9hq2SdwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/rN8xOklWtbc/s400/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to capture a picture of all the girls but it didn't work. My girlfriends came with all of their little girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Keira&lt;/span&gt; is standing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Eleyna&lt;/span&gt; is crawling, Alison, and the head cutoff on the right is Savannah. She and Alison are birthday twins, just a few hours apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9ZqJlEkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aCMwXlzaE7o/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227550409746616898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9ZqJlEkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aCMwXlzaE7o/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her very own doll cake made by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GramZ&lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9RUrl8bI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GSX22dPnAOA/s1600-h/IMG_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227550266544746930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9RUrl8bI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GSX22dPnAOA/s400/IMG_1748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each little girl had their own princess cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9JZBdYmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kIb4GGGar6o/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227550130271248994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv9JZBdYmI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kIb4GGGar6o/s400/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hugging Luke. Luke loved my baby girl. He was tearing my heart out the day we left. Hugging her and not wanting her to go. She certainly is well loved.&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&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/2846319564859679713-2439884961515626235?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/2439884961515626235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=2439884961515626235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2439884961515626235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/2439884961515626235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-year-old-trouble.html' title='Two Year Old Trouble'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SIv-QtQXzjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9U0G0B9CYsM/s72-c/IMG_1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-44544917678501728</id><published>2008-07-14T23:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:20:52.581+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reunion Tour</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe we'll wrap up our 5 week USA tour this weekend. We've seen and done a lot. We welcomed two new cousins to the world, James and Claire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Singley&lt;/span&gt; were born June 23. We've been swimming, shopping, playing, and eating quite a bit. We've been to the zoo, the mall in DC, the Natural History Museum, the WWII monument, and an old fashioned 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July parade. We had several birthday parties for a 2 year old princess and a 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary party for my parents. We spent several days visiting family and friends in Indiana and enjoyed a 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party for Aunt Julia's husband, Vic. We're back in Virginia and hope to spend as much time with family as we can before we head back to "the rock". I'll update more with pictures once we get home. Please pray for our long journey home and the goodbyes. I'm really not good at those. We'll be talking to you from the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-44544917678501728?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/44544917678501728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=44544917678501728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/44544917678501728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/44544917678501728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/07/reunion-tour.html' title='The Reunion Tour'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1075856980097597237</id><published>2008-06-15T11:19:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:32:17.842+09:00</updated><title type='text'>World Travelers</title><content type='html'>We made it. We are in the good old USA. And we are glad. We are tired and jet lagged but glad. Whoever said it's easier going east than it is west is so wrong. I feel like I got hit by a truck which is exactly the way I felt when I got to Okinawa. So for the record jet lag is bad no matter which way you go. We haven't been to too many places yet but we did make it to Target and the grocery store. It was incredible. So many choices so much fresh fruit. It made me giddy. I think I may have already eaten my weight in blueberries. We got a 2lb box for $7.99, way better than the dinky box I got at the commissary last week for $6.48. We are definitely in the land of plenty. I am thankful for the experience of living abroad, but there is just no place like home. Hopefully we'll be seeing most of you over the next 5 weeks. Have a great Father's Day. I'm headed home to be with my Dad tomorrow. I can't wait. I have a feeling that one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; little girl is going to make him smile. How's that commercial go Plane tickets $1600, travel expenses, $500, seeing the smile on Dad's face when he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt; PRICELESS! He loves Owen too, but there is something special about being the only granddaughter. See you tomorrow Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1075856980097597237?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1075856980097597237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1075856980097597237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1075856980097597237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1075856980097597237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-travelers.html' title='World Travelers'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5696878518984093849</id><published>2008-06-03T20:56:00.012+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:43.879+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of Iwo Jima</title><content type='html'>So... Kristen showed me how to add new posts on our blog. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I had the opportunity to take a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Iwo Jima with about 50-60 other officers from the hospital. We boarded a C-130 and took off for the 3 hour trip to the small island that took so many American and Japanese lives over 60 years ago. I don't think I quite realized where I was or what I was reliving while I was there. After landing, we walked down the hill from the airport, past rusted machine guns surrounded by large cement pillboxes, and took the long walk to the base of Mt. Suribachi. Along the way our guide, a Marine Gunnery Sargeant, pointed out some of the tunnels that the Japanese fought from and read us the history of some of the medal of honor recipients who fought in the month-long battle for the island. When we reached the foot of the mountain, we stopped for a rest before heading up the road to the top. As we huffed and puffed our way, I couldn't help but admire the courage and determination of the young men who fought on this terrain...and won. It was a real honor to be able to stand at the top of the mountain and raise a flag, knowing how much the cost had been. Almost 7,000 Americans died during the bloody battle, young men who knew the cost of pursuing a cause greater than themselves. Their love and loyalty for each other and their country represent the best in humanity. It's an honor to serve a nation that produces young men like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEU-4vFgLtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gtAF_7aPdQo/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEU-4vFgLtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gtAF_7aPdQo/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207637688556990162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the entrances to the underground tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVAPPFgLuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xk7lXjMB1Nk/s1600-h/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVAPPFgLuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xk7lXjMB1Nk/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207639174615674594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of a Japanese Bunker/Pillbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVBZPFgLvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pko_0j8YEgs/s1600-h/IMG_1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVBZPFgLvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pko_0j8YEgs/s320/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207640445925994226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the base of Mt. Suribachi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVCAfFgLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FYgGbk17PNI/s1600-h/IMG_1618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVCAfFgLwI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FYgGbk17PNI/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207641120235859714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the site of the flag raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVDJfFgLxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zhtHMtmI4d4/s1600-h/Iwo+Jima+Flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVDJfFgLxI/AAAAAAAAAAw/zhtHMtmI4d4/s320/Iwo+Jima+Flag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207642374366310162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invasion Beach, the site where the Marines landed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVD0vFgLyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gvEYiEm18Gg/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVD0vFgLyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gvEYiEm18Gg/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207643117395652386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Invasion Beach, with Mt. Suribachi in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVETfFgLzI/AAAAAAAAABA/BSMu8Q5z5TU/s1600-h/Iwo+Jima+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVETfFgLzI/AAAAAAAAABA/BSMu8Q5z5TU/s320/Iwo+Jima+Beach.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207643645676629810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same beach more than 60 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVF__FgL2I/AAAAAAAAABY/xd9Abe92MrY/s1600-h/Iwo+Jima+Marines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEVF__FgL2I/AAAAAAAAABY/xd9Abe92MrY/s400/Iwo+Jima+Marines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207645509692436322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5696878518984093849?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5696878518984093849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5696878518984093849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5696878518984093849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5696878518984093849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/06/sands-of-iwo-jima.html' title='Sands of Iwo Jima'/><author><name>Jeff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07631296957259330167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQDkURYc6tk/SEU-4vFgLtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/gtAF_7aPdQo/s72-c/IMG_1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6322135212856784201</id><published>2008-06-02T11:56:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:45.530+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungle Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjl1NNTZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ULiwnr-p6CY/s1600-h/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207115095759211922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjl1NNTZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ULiwnr-p6CY/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You friendly neighborhood bus driver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjajHJe8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eFaVCPMykoc/s1600-h/IMG_1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114901923396546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjajHJe8I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eFaVCPMykoc/s400/IMG_1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alison where'd you go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjRke2CgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gwm7CNrEuZs/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114747672398338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjRke2CgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gwm7CNrEuZs/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, there you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjI_DUYxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0vQguxQJCTc/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114600185881362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjI_DUYxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0vQguxQJCTc/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty girl in a tunnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjBZSPdmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YU1FZUHaByI/s1600-h/IMG_1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114469788841570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjBZSPdmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/YU1FZUHaByI/s400/IMG_1708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pretty girl who knows she's pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENi3pSXH8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/dbplX1JiBLM/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114302285619138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENi3pSXH8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/dbplX1JiBLM/s400/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Handsome boy&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENitSoRRZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uWvTqlNI9eU/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207114124404802962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENitSoRRZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/uWvTqlNI9eU/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe she's ready for Mt. Fuji&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENigqMfaxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o8evsuq7FV8/s1600-h/IMG_1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207113907392441106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENigqMfaxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o8evsuq7FV8/s400/IMG_1713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Balance Danielson&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENiVbmwJWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1ao-3uyWejw/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207113714497496418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENiVbmwJWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1ao-3uyWejw/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday the kids went to a birthday party at Monakids Jungle. It is an indoor play place and they love it. Think Chuck E. Cheese without Chuck, pizza, and video games. Basically it has ball pits and lots of tunnels and things to climb and a roller slide. Everyone had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6322135212856784201?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6322135212856784201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6322135212856784201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6322135212856784201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6322135212856784201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/06/jungle-kids.html' title='Jungle Kids'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SENjl1NNTZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ULiwnr-p6CY/s72-c/IMG_1697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8960662001027898946</id><published>2008-05-30T14:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:51:26.071+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Give it Two Thumbs Up and 5 Stars!</title><content type='html'>I went to the best program this morning. There was singing, acting, and literature reading. I laughed, I cried, I loved it. It was the K5 graduation. I was so moved hearing 40+ little voices praising God. I had tears in my eyes as I realized that if it made me that happy that it must make God even happier. How He must love to hear our children sing out to him. One by one each of the K4 and K5 classes performed songs and things they had learned this year. It was precious. I was also struck by how easy it is to spot Owen. He is the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; in the 40+ students. He sure is special that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I enjoyed the show I couldn't help but think about the Chapman family and the tragic loss of their 5 year old little girl. She was just a week older than my O. I'm sure she was just as sweet and adorable as all of the children on stage today were. How my heart ached for their loss. I can't begin to fathom that grief. So today as I watched another milestone in Owen's life I was extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for the blessing of being his mom. Thankful to God for giving me another day to spend with my boy. Please pray for the Chapman's as they go forward. I don't even know them but I feel compelled to lift them in prayer. And if you haven't already go and listen to the song Cinderella. It will break your heart for them and remind you to cherish the moments with your children. They go by fast. &lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/"&gt;www.stevencurtischapman.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8960662001027898946?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8960662001027898946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8960662001027898946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8960662001027898946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8960662001027898946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-give-it-two-thumbs-up-and-5-stars.html' title='I Give it Two Thumbs Up and 5 Stars!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8854990129627772940</id><published>2008-05-22T12:07:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:46.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of a 5 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTnQtDRglI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8PmoEd9TXug/s1600-h/100_0091_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203037743677014610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTnQtDRglI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8PmoEd9TXug/s400/100_0091_r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11 days old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTm2dDRgkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/grFiHKzt51w/s1600-h/105_0550_r1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203037292705448514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTm2dDRgkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/grFiHKzt51w/s400/105_0550_r1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTmadDRgjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/K1Tr8P2rLbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203036811669111346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTmadDRgjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/K1Tr8P2rLbQ/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTl-tDRgiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uxM8bc1ENrg/s1600-h/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203036334927741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTl-tDRgiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uxM8bc1ENrg/s400/IMG_0645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTlVtDRghI/AAAAAAAAAOI/brI1GLAbBkc/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203035630553104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTlVtDRghI/AAAAAAAAAOI/brI1GLAbBkc/s400/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTjw9DRggI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gIAQQCQY-3I/s1600-h/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203033899681284610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTjw9DRggI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gIAQQCQY-3I/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8854990129627772940?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8854990129627772940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8854990129627772940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8854990129627772940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8854990129627772940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/portrait-of-5-year-old.html' title='Portrait of a 5 Year Old'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SDTnQtDRglI/AAAAAAAAAOo/8PmoEd9TXug/s72-c/100_0091_r1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-5749199840549933779</id><published>2008-05-21T12:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:32:14.987+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Hand</title><content type='html'>To My O,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you turned 5. I can hardly believe it but your birth certificate assures me it's true. To you being 5 means finally being able to watch Star Wars and going to kindergarten. To me it means you're growing up. Too fast. How have five years gone by since you made me a mommy? It seems like yesterday Daddy and I were trying to figure out your infant car seat and stroller. Now that stroller has been all over the world and carries your little sister instead of you. You used to fit right in my forearm but now your legs are long and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt; and you're almost too big for me to carry, almost. I can barely remember what life was like before you. We've had five years of smiles, five years of tears (yours and mine), five years of giggles, five years of jokes, five years of worries, five years of boo boos, five years of kisses, five years of adventures, five years of learning to discipline (it's a steep curve :)), five years of silliness, five years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;multiplying&lt;/span&gt; gray hairs, five years of new shoes, five years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taggie&lt;/span&gt;, five years of good night stories and kisses, five years of  friends, five years of hugs, five years of climbing, five years of playing ball, and five years of love. It's bittersweet to watch you grow. I love remembering the baby you were but I also love seeing the boy you're becoming.  I'll try to remember every moment because they are going by fast.  Enjoy being 5 sweetheart. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4aa4d129f8ab6b54" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4aa4d129f8ab6b54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D607A7A22C6392E0CF9BC34057B267DC486DA4FA0.7A985D6B86AC546E8848159E96F6BA207CED3E3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4aa4d129f8ab6b54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di6lqNesvWl11lSlCKCQvHpGf4Ww&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4aa4d129f8ab6b54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333394368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D607A7A22C6392E0CF9BC34057B267DC486DA4FA0.7A985D6B86AC546E8848159E96F6BA207CED3E3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4aa4d129f8ab6b54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Di6lqNesvWl11lSlCKCQvHpGf4Ww&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some reason blogger won't let me add pictures right now so here is a video of my little O.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-5749199840549933779?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4aa4d129f8ab6b54&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/5749199840549933779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=5749199840549933779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5749199840549933779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/5749199840549933779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/whole-hand.html' title='A Whole Hand'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-3973234929299854527</id><published>2008-05-17T18:53:00.015+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:48.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force is Strong With This One</title><content type='html'>For Owen's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday we decided to have a Star Wars party. The USO on base has a theater room you can rent with a drink and popcorn machine. You just bring the movie and the cake. Owen has been begging to see Star Wars since he was born. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, probably not that long but it sure seems like it. Once I heard we could rent the theater I knew that had to be his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party. Jeff agreed and we set out to make our little "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jedi&lt;/span&gt;" a super cool Star Wars party. I think we succeeded. Hope you enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201284727930986834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SC6s5wf9oVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/x4yv35xUEDc/s320/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201284886844776802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SC6tDAf9oWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v9wE6krJoRg/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201285144542814578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SC6tSAf9oXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/E7v3LFWTO2I/s320/IMG_1656.JPG" border="0" /&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 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3973234929299854527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/3973234929299854527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/force-is-strong-with-this-one.html' title='The Force is Strong With This One'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SC6s5wf9oVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/x4yv35xUEDc/s72-c/IMG_1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-7581980613008031849</id><published>2008-05-13T20:39:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:51:39.997+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations With My O</title><content type='html'>Getting ready for school one day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Mommy, when I'm big enough to be a marine I'm going to be one, Then Daddy can take care of me and fix me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Owen if you become a marine mommy will be very proud of you, but I'll pray that you don't get hurt so daddy won't have to fix you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Yeah, I won't get hurt because I'm a really fast runner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-7581980613008031849?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-7156558126185999973</id><published>2008-05-11T19:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:02:17.698+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day GramZ and Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff, Kristen, Owen, and Alison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-870b7d82ecde3e6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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I don't know how to make it not sideways. It is from our old camera and I'm not smart enough to figure it out. Hope you like it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-7156558126185999973?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=870b7d82ecde3e6e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/7156558126185999973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=7156558126185999973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7156558126185999973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/7156558126185999973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-2008.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-6560745221859458066</id><published>2008-05-07T21:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:48.817+09:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alison loves shoes. It is a dream come true. She loves her shoes, my shoes, your shoes, the neighbors shoes, and dress up princess shoes. She is an equal opportunity shoe lover. I have envisioned many a shoe shopping trip with my girl. Tonight I had to run dinner out to a friend and then run some errands, Which left Jeff to get the kids ready for bed. When I got home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alison was already in bed and Jeff told me I needed to go check on her and her outfit. She apparently got very upset at Jeff's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jammie&lt;/span&gt; dress" selection and demanded another one. Then she insisted on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gocks&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shus&lt;/span&gt;". Jeff wisely chose not to fight the battle and let her have socks and shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197608013414159570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SCGc8zlGVNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BmL0GVvwTok/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they could only find one shoe. I guess she didn't mind. Who doesn't love to sleep in their white patent church shoes? The other night she slept in sparkly flip flops. Some battles aren't worth the effort! Sleep well my little shoe lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-6560745221859458066?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/6560745221859458066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=6560745221859458066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6560745221859458066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/6560745221859458066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-love-of-shoes.html' title='For the Love of Shoes'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SCGc8zlGVNI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BmL0GVvwTok/s72-c/IMG_1596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-1317014450620317154</id><published>2008-04-30T13:12:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:49.959+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Slides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfzYKemm_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/LauFLIv6LQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194888291650280434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfzYKemm_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/LauFLIv6LQ0/s200/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The long trek up (this is Taryn, Owen's BFF :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194888450564070402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfzhaemnAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/N-8G7XexY9w/s200/IMG_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen on the long trek up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194888076901915618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfzLqemm-I/AAAAAAAAAL4/CrgJyljWCs4/s200/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Alison trekking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfy5qemm9I/AAAAAAAAALw/2jkeOB9OY-M/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194887767664270290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfy5qemm9I/AAAAAAAAALw/2jkeOB9OY-M/s320/IMG_1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Alison going down. (Jeff almost lost her at the end. My heart stopped as I saw her fly in the air but he caught her. It must be those cat like reflexes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfyqKemm8I/AAAAAAAAALo/9Y6P79Ze0-8/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194887501376297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfyqKemm8I/AAAAAAAAALo/9Y6P79Ze0-8/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Roller Slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parks in Okinawa are fabulous! Lots to climb on, zip lines and the most fun of all, roller slides. We had been warned by friends to bring cardboard because the roller slides have a tendency to leave a "burning" sensation on your behind. This probably isn't the safest thing for children but they sure did have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-1317014450620317154?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/1317014450620317154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=1317014450620317154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1317014450620317154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/1317014450620317154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/roller-slides.html' title='Roller Slides'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfzYKemm_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/LauFLIv6LQ0/s72-c/IMG_1579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846319564859679713.post-8794463341207331084</id><published>2008-04-30T13:09:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:16:50.133+09:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfxUqemm7I/AAAAAAAAALg/SjXLgh4rC18/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194886032497482674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfxUqemm7I/AAAAAAAAALg/SjXLgh4rC18/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who may never have the chance to see the sun set over the East China Sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2846319564859679713-8794463341207331084?l=thesingleys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/feeds/8794463341207331084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2846319564859679713&amp;postID=8794463341207331084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8794463341207331084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2846319564859679713/posts/default/8794463341207331084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesingleys.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-beauty.html' title='God&apos;s Beauty'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614879871998501825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SNoDltejN-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/u53MnqYVMjY/S220/IMG_1422.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L1XoeOTV01Y/SBfxUqemm7I/AAAAAAAAALg/SjXLgh4rC18/s72-c/IMG_1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
